Identifier: travelssurprisin00forrrich (find matches)
Title: The travels and surprising adventures of Baron Munchausen;
Year: 1860 (1860s)
Authors: Forrester, A. H
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Publisher: New York, James Miller
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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WAS not always successful. I hadthe misfortune to be overpoweredby numbers; to be made prisonerof war; and what is worse, but al-ways usual among the Turks, to besold for a slave. (The Baron wasafterwards in great favor with the Grand Seignior, aswill appear hereafter.) In that state of humiliation,my daily task was not very hard and laborious, butrather singular and irksome. It was to drive theSultans bees every morning to their pasture-grounds, to attend them all the day long, and againstnight to drive them back to their hives. One even-ing I missed a bee, and soon observed that twobears had fallen upon her to tear her to pieces forthe honey she .carried. I had nothiug like an offen-sive weapon in my hands but the silver hatchet,
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BARON AiUNCHAUSEN. 43 wliicli is the badge of the Sultans gardeners andfarmers. I threw it at the robbers witli an inten-tion to frighten them away, and set the poor bee atliberty ; bnt, by an unlucky turn of my arm, it flewupwards, and continued rising till it reached themoon. How should I recover it? how fetch itdown again ? I recollected that Turkey-beans growvery quick, and run up to an astonishing height. Iplanted one immediately : it grew, and actually fast-ened itself to one of the moons horns. I had nomore to do now but to climb up by it into the moon,where I safely arrived, and had a troublesome pjeceof business before I could find my silver hatchet, ina place where every thing has the brightness of sil-ver : at last, however, I found it in a heap of chaffand chopped straw. I was now for returning ; but,alas ! the heat of the sun had dried up my bean ; itwas totally useless for my descent: so I fell to work,and twisted me a rope of that chopped straw, aslong and as well as I

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