CHAPTER XVI

_This is a very short chapter, but contains a fact for which the Baron's
memory ought to be dear to every Englishman, especially those who may
hereafter have the misfortune of being made prisoners of war._

On my return from Gibraltar I travelled by way of France to England.
Being a foreigner, this was not attended with any inconvenience to me.
I found, in the harbour of Calais, a ship just arrived with a number of
English sailors as prisoners of war. I immediately conceived an idea
of giving these brave fellows their liberty, which I accomplished as
follows:--After forming a pair of large wings, each of them forty yards
long, and fourteen wide, and annexing them to myself, I mounted at break
of day, when every creature, even the watch upon deck, was fast asleep.
As I hovered over the ship I fastened three grappling irons to the tops
of the three masts with my sling, and fairly lifted her several yards
out of the water, and then proceeded across to Dover, where I arrived in
half an hour! Having no further occasion for these wings, I made them a
present to the governor of Dover Castle, where they are now exhibited to
the curious.

As to the prisoners, and the Frenchmen who guarded them, they did not
awake till they had been near two hours on Dover Pier. The moment the
English understood their situation they changed places with their guard,
and took back what they had been plundered of, but no more, for they
were too generous to retaliate and plunder them in return.