‘In some parts it was white, in others black and spotted, from the ashes
and stones which it carried along. To my uncle, being a learned man, the
phenomenon seemed important, and worthy of a closer investigation. He
ordered a light ship to be got ready, and left it to my option to
accompany him. I answered that I preferred studying, and by chance he
himself had given me something to write. He was on the point of leaving
the house when he received a letter from Resina, the inhabitants of
which, alarmed at the impending danger—the place lay at the foot of the
mountain, and escape was only possible by sea—begged him to help them in
their great distress. He now changed his plan, and executed as a hero
the undertaking to which he had been prompted as a natural philosopher.
‘He ordered the galleys of war to set sail, and embarked to bring help,
not only to Resina, but to many other places along the coast, which, on
account of its loveliness, was very densely peopled.
‘He hastens to the spot from which others are taking flight, and steers
in a direct line towards the seat of danger, so unconcerned as to
dictate his observations upon all the events and changes of the
catastrophe, as they passed before his eyes.
‘Already ashes fell upon the ship, hotter and thicker on approaching, as
also pumice and other stones blackened and burnt by fire. Suddenly a
shallow bottom, and the masses ejected by the eruption, rendered the
coast inaccessible. He hesitated for a moment whether he should sail
back again, but, soon resolved, said to the steersman who advised him to
do so, “Fortune favours the bold; steer towards the villa of
Pomponianus.” This friend resided at Stabiæ, on the opposite side of the
bay, where the danger, although as yet at some distance, was still
within sight, and menacing enough. Pomponianus had therefore caused his
effects to be conveyed on board a ship, intent on flight so soon as the
contrary wind should have abated. As soon as my uncle, to whom it was
very favourable, has landed, he embraces, consoles, encourages his
terrified friend, takes a bath to relieve his fears by his own
confidence, and dines after the bath with perfect composure, or, what is
no less great, with a serene countenance.
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