Wauwau seemed in figure not very much differing from a swan, except that
the neck was not near so long, and she stood after an admirable fashion
like to Vestris. She began cackling most sonorously, and the whole
assembly agreed that it was absolutely necessary to catch her, and
having her in their immediate possession, nothing more would be
requisite for the termination of this litigated affair. For this purpose
the whole house rose up to catch her, and approached in tumult, the
judges brandishing their pens, and shaking their big wigs, and the
matrons quizzing as much as possible in every direction, which very
much startled Wauwau, who, clapping her wings, instantly flew out of
the hall. The assembly began to proceed after her in order and style
of precedence, together with my whole train of Gog and Magog, Sphinx,
Hilaro Frosticos, Queen Mab's chariot, the bulls and crickets, &c.,
preceded by bands of music; while Wauwau, descending on the earth, ran
on like an ostrich before the troop, cackling all the way. Thinking
suddenly to catch this ferocious animal, the judges and matrons would
suddenly quicken their pace, but the creature would as quickly outrun
them, or sometimes fly away for many miles together, and then alight to
take breath until we came within sight of her again. Our train journeyed
over a most prodigious tract of country in a direct line, over hills
and dales, to the summit of Plinlimmon, where we thought to have seized
Wauwau; but she instantly took flight, and never ceased until she
arrived at the mouth of the Potomac river in Virginia.
Our company immediately embarked in the machines before described, in
which we had journeyed into Africa, and after a few days' sail arrived
in North America. We met with nothing curious on our voyage, except a
floating island, containing some very delightful villages, inhabited by
a few whites and negroes; the sugar cane did not thrive there well, on
account, as I was informed, of the variety of the climates; the island
being sometimes driven up as far as the north pole, and at other times
wafted under the equinoctial. In pity to the poor islanders, I got a
huge stake of iron, and driving it through the centre of the island,
fastened it to the rocks and mud at the bottom of the sea, since which
time the island has become stationary, and is well known at present by
the name of St. Christopher's, and there is not an island in the world
more secure.
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