Answer; for, in short, as he knew who I was, he might, and even ought, to have us’d me more politely; and even supposing that his Orders were as urgent as he pretended, yet a Gentleman would have known better than to notify them in that manner: I therefore saw myself under a Necessity of travelling to _Spain_, with nothing but my Staff to support me; which would certainly have been the Case, had it not been for Father _Thomas_, who helped me to 40 Pistoles, upon Two thousand Livres worth of Bank Bills; which Money I made use of to bear my Travelling-Expences: The Luggage I had to carry was not very cumbersome; for I have had the Honour to acquaint you, that _Dadoncourt_ had taken Care of that by selling off what I had. My Journey to _Spain_ being reckon’d an Affair of the utmost Importance, I had a Guard put upon me to conduct me to the Frontiers, where they were so civil, as to shew me the Orders from Court, which were executed with the utmost Strictness: They were contain’d in a Letter directed to _Dadoncourt_ from _M. le Blanc_ the Secretary at War, in Substance as follows: _His Royal Highness is willing, Sir, that you should release the Baron_ de Pollnitz, _who is a Prisoner in the Citadel of_ Bayonne, _on Condition that he depart the Kingdom; and for this Reason I desire you to cause him to be conducted to the Frontier of_ Spain. My Guard took Leave of me on the Frontiers and I continued my Journey to _Pampeluna_: By the Way I saw the famous _Pyrenean_ Mountains, the Passage of which is very different from that of the _Alps_, there being not an Inn to be met with but what looks much more like a Den of Thieves: The Inhabitants of these Mountains have something mischievous in their very Physiognomy, which makes Travellers afraid of ’em. I was forc’d to spend one Night with my _Valet de Chambre_ in a Cabaret, where there being a Score of these Fellows, we resolv’d to sit up all Night without going to Bed; and I fancy, that in so doing, we acted very wisely, for those Mountaineers look’d like a Parcel of Cut-throats: I set out as early as possible in the Morning from this horrible Place for PAMPELUNA, where I arriv’d towards the Evening: I alighted at an Inn, which was recommended to me as the best in Town, but I found it every whit as bad as those that I had met with in my Passage from _Bayonne_: The Bread, the Wine, their Meat, Bedding and every thing was detestably bad: However, as I thought I had a better Chance for my Life there, than in the Houses of Entertainment among the Mountains; I made myself amends for sitting up all the last Night, and slept soundly till next Day.