<h2> CHAPTER XIX </h2>
<p><i>The Baron crosses the Thames without the assistance of a bridge, ship,
boat, balloon, or even his own will: rouses himself after a long nap, and
destroys a monster who lived upon the destruction of others.</i></p>
<p>My first visit to England was about the beginning of the present king's
reign. I had occasion to go down to Wapping, to see some goods shipped,
which I was sending to some friends at Hamburgh; after that business was
over, I took the Tower Wharf in my way back. Here I found the sun very
powerful, and I was so much fatigued that I stepped into one of the cannon
to compose me, where I fell fast asleep. This was about noon: it was the
fourth of June; exactly at one o'clock these cannon were all discharged in
memory of the day. They had been all charged that morning, and having no
suspicion of my situation, I was shot over the houses on the opposite side
of the river, into a farmer's yard, between Bermondsey and Deptford, where
I fell upon a large hay-stack, without waking, and continued there in a
sound sleep till hay became so extravagantly dear (which was about three
months after), that the farmer found it his interest to send his whole
stock to market: the stack I was reposing upon was the largest in the
yard, containing above five hundred load; they began to cut that first. I
woke with the voices of the people who had ascended the ladders to begin
at the top, and got up, totally ignorant of my situation: in attempting to
run away I fell upon the farmer to whom the hay belonged, and broke his
neck, yet received no injury myself. I afterwards found, to my great
consolation, that this fellow was a most detestable character, always
keeping the produce of his grounds for extravagant markets.</p>
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