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_Translated from the German of Tschink._
(Continued from page 38.)
“I have made my first attack upon Miguel and his tutor. Knowing by their
own declaration on their examination, which road they intended to take,
I made haste to get the start of them, accompanied by my two servants,
and waited for them at the skirts of the forest of ***ulano, three miles
distant from the next town. Wishing to make a surprising and lasting
impression upon their mind, I chose the most whimsical dress. An old
tattered coat, which was composed of numberless patches, and a new
embroidered satin waistcoat, which reached down to my knees, gave me a
very singular appearance; the rest of my body was naked. I had fastened
to my chin a long artificial white beard, which accorded very little
with my black hair. As soon as Miguel’s chaise came to the spot where I
was lying in ambush, I limped forth upon my crutches and begged the
tutor to give me his shoes and stockings. It would have highly amused
your Excellency if you had seen the astonishment which my unexpected
boldness created. The old gentleman seemed at first to be very unwilling
to comply with my extraordinary request; however, when I persisted in my
prayer with the impudence of an experienced beggar, without minding his
menaces and curses, and did not stir from the window of the coach; he
condescended at length to grant my request. When he stooped down to
unfasten his shoe-buckles, I perceived a letter-case, lying by his side
on the seat, which he probably had pulled out of his pocket with his
handkerchief, and taking with one hand his shoes and stockings, I seized
with the other the letter-case, without his perceiving it, and put it in
my pocket. Then I went to Miguel, whom I begged to give me his coat and
breeches. This new request excited the anger of the two travellers to
such a degree, that they commanded me to take myself off without delay.
Upon which I looked at Miguel with sparkling eyes, and raised such a
dreadful laughter, that they were frightened, and ordered the coachman
to go on. However, I darted suddenly forth and struck one of the horses
so violently, in a tender part, that he dropped down. This had the
desired effect. Miguel began to undress; having pulled off his breeches,
he took his purse out of the pocket and put it in a coat which the
servant had taken out of his travelling trunk, however I espied a proper
opportunity while Miguel was putting on a new pair of breeches, and
pilfered his purse. When they had done dressing and undressing,
I thanked them for their donation, warning them at the same time not to
take lodging at the principal inn of the town and to repair again after
three days, at a fixed hour, to the same spot where we then were. Then I
hobbled with my booty towards the forest, where I contemplated piece
after piece, with more satisfaction than a general feels after a gained
battle. And indeed, although the deed I had performed was not of the
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