The Catholic World, Vol. 04, October, 1866 to March, 1867Various
Religion
The Catholic World, Vol. 04, October, 1866 to March, 1867
Various
Catholic Church -- Periodicals
After four days of dreadful fatigue, during which the captive and his
captors all suffered severely from hunger, {120} since the closeness
of the pursuit prevented them from getting their usual supplies from
the peasants, our party joined the main body of the band.
"On emerging from the trees we saw the captain and about twenty-five
of his men reclining on the grass in a lovely glade, surrounded by
large beach-trees, whose luxuriant branches swept the lawn. Several
sheep and goats were tethered near, cropping the grass. The men,
with their guns in their hands, their picturesque costumes and
reclining postures, the lovely light and checkered shade of the
trees, made a picture for Salvator Rosa. But I do not believe that
Salvator Rosa, or any other man, ever paid a second visit to the
brigands, however great his love of the picturesque might be, for no
one would willingly endure brigand live after one experience of it,
or place himself a second time in such a perilous situation.
"The band all arose, and looked very pleased at seeing me, for we
had been separated from them since the fight on the 17th, and they
were in great fear that I might have escaped, or have been rescued
by the troops. I stepped forward and shook hands with the captain,
for I considered it my best policy to appear cheerful and friendly
with the chief of my captors. He met me cordially in a ready way,
and asked me how I was. I said I was very tired and hungry, so he
immediately sent one of his men off, who returned in a few minutes
with a round loaf of bread, and another loaf with the inside cut
out, and packed full of cold mutton cut into small pieces and
cooked. I asked for salt, and was told it was salted. When cooked
the meat tasted delicious to me, though it was awfully tough, for I
and had not had meat since luncheon on Monday, in the temples of
Paestum, four days before. I ate a quantity, and then asked for
water, which was brought to me in a large leathern flask with a horn
around the top, and a hole on one side serving to admit air, as the
water was required for drinking. I had observed a large lump of snow
suspended by a stick through its center, between two forked sticks;
the water dripping from it was collected in flasks, and then drunk.
There were two or three of these flasks. The captain asked me if I
was satisfied. I answered 'Yes.'
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