desired it should be opened, and one of us stepping into it, found
himself up to the mid Leg in a sort of Dust, some part whereof
flying up to our Faces, set us both sneezing for several times
together. In his right Waistcoat-Pocket we found a prodigious
Bundle of white thin Substances, folded one over another, about
the Bigness of three Men, tied with a strong cable, and marked
with black Figures; which we humbly conceive to be Writings, every
Letter almost half as large as the Palm of our Hands. In the left
there was a sort of Engine, from the back of which were extended
twenty long poles, resembling the palisades before your Majesty's
Court; wherewith we conjecture the Man Mountain combs his Head,
for we did not always trouble him with Questions, because we found
it a great Difficulty to make him understand us. In the large
Pocket on the right side of his middle Cover (so I translate the
Word Ranfu-Lo, by which they meant my Breeches) we saw a hollow
Pillar of Iron, about the length of a Man, fastened to a strong
piece of Timber, larger than the Pillar; and upon one side of the
Pillar were huge Pieces of Iron sticking out, cut into strange
Figures, which we know not what to make of. In the left Pocket,
another Engine of the same kind. In the smaller Pocket on the
right side, were several round flat Pieces of white and red Metal,
of different Bulk; some of the white, which seemed to be silver,
were so large and heavy, that my Comrade and I could hardly lift
them. In the left Pocket were two black Pillars irregularly
shaped: we could not, without Difficulty, reach the Top of them as
we stood at the Bottom of his Pocket. One of them was covered, and
seemed all of a Piece: but at the upper End of the other, there
appeared a white round Substance, about twice the bigness of our
heads. Within each of these was inclosed a prodigious Plate of
Steel; which, by our Orders, we obliged him to shew us, because we
apprehended they might be dangerous Engines. He took them out of
their Cases, and told us, that in his own Country his Practice was
to shave his Beard with one of these, and to cut his Meat with the
other. There were two Pockets which we could not enter: These he
called his Fobs; they were two large Slits cut into the top of his
middle Cover, but squeez'd close by the pressure of his Belly. Out
of the right Fob hung a great silver Chain, with a wonderful kind
of Engine at the bottom. We directed him to draw out whatever was
fastened to that Chain; which appeared to be a Globe, half Silver,
and half of some transparent Metal: for on the transparent side we
saw certain strange Figures circularly drawn, and thought we could
touch them, till we found our Fingers stopped by that lucid
Substance. He put this Engine to our Ears, which made an incessant
Noise like that of a Water-Mill. And we conjecture it is either
some unknown Animal, or the God that he worships: But we are more
inclined to the latter Opinion, because he assured us (if we
understood him right, for he expressed himself very imperfectly)
that he seldom did anything without consulting it: he called it
his Oracle, and said it pointed out the Time for every Action of
his Life. From the left Fob he took out a Net almost large enough
for a Fisherman, but contrived to open and shut like a Purse, and
serve him for the same use: we found therein several massy Pieces
of yellow Metal, which, if they be real Gold, must be of immense
Value.
Having thus, in obedience to your Majesty's Commands, diligently
searched all his Pockets, we observed a Girdle about his Waist
made of the Hide of some prodigious Animal; from which, on the
left side, hung a Sword of the length of five Men; and on the
right, a Bag or Pouch divided into two Cells, each Cell capable of
holding three of your Majesty's Subjects. In one of these Cells
were several Globes or Balls of a most ponderous Metal, about the
bigness of our Heads, and requiring a strong Hand to lift them:
the other Cell contained a Heap of certain black Grains, but of no
great Bulk or Weight, for we could hold above fifty of them in the
Palms of our Hands.
This is an exact Inventory of what we found about the Body of the
Man-Mountain, who used us with great Civility, and due Respect to
your Majesty's Commission.
Signed and Sealed on the fourth Day of the eighty ninth Moon of
your Majesty's auspicious Reign.
Clefren Frelock, Marsi Frelock.
When this Inventory was read over to the Emperor, he directed me,
although in very gentle Terms, to deliver up the several Particulars. He
first called for my Scymiter, which I took out, Scabbard and all. In the
meantime he ordered three thousand of his choicest Troops (who then
attended him) to surround me at a distance, with their Bows and Arrows
just ready to discharge: but I did not observe it, for mine Eyes were wholly
fixed upon his Majesty. He then desired me to draw my Scymiter, which,
although it had got some Rust by the Sea-Water, was in most parts
exceeding bright. I did so, and immediately all the Troops gave a Shout
between Terror and Surprise; for the Sun shone clear, and the Reflection
dazzled their Eyes as I waved the Scymiter to and fro in my Hand. His
Majesty, who is a most magnanimous Prince, was less danted than I could
expect; he ordered me to return it into the Scabbard, and cast it on the
Ground as gently as I could, about six Foot from the end of my Chain. The
next thing he demanded was one of the hollow iron pillars, by which he
meant my Pocket-Pistols. I drew it out, and at his desire, as well as I could,
expressed to him the Use of it; and charging it only with Powder, which by
the closeness of my Pouch happened to escape wetting in the Sea (an
Inconvenience against which all prudent mariners take special Care to
provide) I first cautioned the Emperor not to be afraid, and then I let it off
in the Air. The Astonishment here was much greater than at the sight of
my Scymiter. Hundreds fell down as if they had been struck dead; and even
the Emperor, although he stood his ground, could not recover himself in
some time. I delivered up both my Pistols in the same Manner as I had
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