faithfully promised to give a true, and not fictitious account of
him, immediately on my arrival at Vienna. Schell was ready in three
days, and we left Thorn, came to Warsaw, and passed thence, through
Crakow, to Vienna.

I inquired for Captain Capi, at Bilitz, who had before given me so
kind a reception, and refused me satisfaction; but he was gone, and
I did not meet with him till some years after, when the cunning
Italian made me the most humble apologies for his conduct. So goes
the world.

My journey from Dantzic to Vienna would not furnish me with an
interesting page, though my travels on foot thither would have
afforded thrice as much as I have written, had I not been fearful of
trifling with the reader's patience.

In poverty one misfortune follows another. The foot-passenger sees
the world, becomes acquainted with it, converses with men of every
class. The lord luxuriously lolls and slumbers in his carriage,
while his servants pay innkeepers and postillions, and passes
rapidly over a kingdom, in which he sees some dozen houses, called
inns; and this he calls travelling. I met with more adventures in
this my journey of 169 miles, than afterwards in almost as many
thousand, when travelling at ease, in a carriage.

Here, then, ends my journal, in which, from the hardships therein
related, and numerous others omitted, I seem a kind of second
Robinson Crusoe, and to have been prepared, by a gradual increase
and repetition of sufferings, to endure the load of affliction which
I was afterwards destined to bear.