CHAPTER XXXIII

_The Baron goes to Petersburgh, and converses with the Empress--

Persuades the Russians and Turks to cease cutting one another's throats,

and in concert cut a canal across the Isthmus of Suez--The

Baron discovers the Alexandrine Library, and meets with Hermes

Trismegistus--Besieges Seringapatam, and challenges Tippoo Sahib to

single combat--They fight--The Baron receives some wounds to his face,

but at last vanquishes the tyrant--The Baron returns to Europe, and

raises the hull of the "Royal George."_

Seized with a fury of canal-cutting, I took it in my head to form an

immediate communication between the Mediterranean and the Red Sea, and

therefore set out for Petersburgh.

The sanguinary ambition of the Empress would not listen to my proposals,

until I took a private opportunity, taking a cup of coffee with her

Majesty, to tell her that I would absolutely sacrifice myself for the

general good of mankind, and if she would accede to my proposals,

would, on the completion of the canal, _ipso facto_, give her my hand in

marriage!

"My dear, dear Baron," said she, "I accede to everything you please, and

agree to make peace with the Porte on the conditions you mention. And,"

added she, rising with all the majesty of the Czarina, Empress of

half the world, "be it known to all subjects, that We ordain these

conditions, for such is our royal will and pleasure."

I now proceeded to the Isthmus of Suez, at the head of a million of

Russian pioneers, and there united my forces with a million of Turks,

armed with shovels and pickaxes. They did not come to cut each other's

throats, but for their mutual interest, to facilitate commerce and

civilisation, and pour all the wealth of India by a new channel into

Europe. "My brave fellows," said I, "consider the immense labour of the

Chinese to build their celebrated wall; think of what superior benefit

to mankind is our present undertaking; persevere, and fortune will

second your endeavours. Remember it is Munchausen who leads you on, and

be convinced of success."

Saying these words, I drove my chariot with all my might in my former

track, that vestige mentioned by the Baron de Tott, and when I was

advanced considerably, I felt my chariot sinking under me. I attempted

to drive on, but the ground, or rather immense vault, giving way, my

chariot and all went down precipitately. Stunned by the fall, it was

some moments before I could recollect myself, when at length, to my

amazement, I perceived myself fallen into the Alexandrine Library,

overwhelmed in an ocean of books; thousands of volumes came tumbling

on my head amidst the ruins of that part of the vault through which my

chariot had descended, and for a time buried my bulls and all beneath a

heap of learning. However, I contrived to extricate myself, and advanced

with awful admiration through the vast avenues of the library. I

perceived on every side innumerable volumes and repositories of ancient

learning, and all the science of the Antediluvian world. Here I met with

Hermes Trismegistus, and a parcel of old philosophers debating upon the

politics and learning of their days. I gave them inexpressible delight

in telling them, in a few words, all the discoveries of Newton, and the

history of the world since their time. These gentry, on the contrary,

told me a thousand stories of antiquity that some of our antiquarians

would give their very eyes to hear.

In short, I ordered the library to be preserved, and I intend making a

present of it, as soon as it arrives in England, to the Royal Society,

together with Hermes Trismegistus, and half a dozen old philosophers.

I have got a beautiful cage made, in which I keep these extraordinary

creatures, and feed them with bread and honey, as they seem to believe

in a kind of doctrine of transmigration, and will not touch flesh.

Hermes Trismegistus especially is a most antique looking being, with a

beard half a yard long, covered with a robe of golden embroidery, and

prates like a parrot. He will cut a very brilliant figure in the Museum.

Having made a track with my chariot from sea to sea, I ordered my Turks

and Russians to begin, and in a few hours we had the pleasure of seeing

a fleet of British East Indiamen in full sail through the canal. The

officers of this fleet were very polite, and paid me every applause and

congratulation my exploits could merit. They told me of their affairs in

India, and the ferocity of that dreadful warrior, Tippoo Sahib, on which

I resolved to go to India and encounter the tyrant. I travelled down the

Red Sea to Madras, and at the head of a few Sepoys and Europeans pursued

the flying army of Tippoo to the gates of Seringapatam. I challenged him

to mortal combat, and, mounted on my steed, rode up to the walls of the

fortress amidst a storm of shells and cannon-balls. As fast as the bombs

and cannon-balls came upon me, I caught them in my hands like so

many pebbles, and throwing them against the fortress, demolished the

strongest ramparts of the place. I took my mark so direct, that whenever

I aimed a cannon-ball or a shell at any person on the ramparts I was

sure to hit him: and one time perceiving a tremendous piece of artillery

pointed against me, and knowing the ball must be so great it would

certainly stun me, I took a small cannon-ball, and just as I perceived

the engineer going to order them to fire, and opening his mouth to give

the word of command, I took aim and drove my ball precisely down his

throat.

Tippoo, fearing that all would be lost, that a general and successful

storm would ensue if I continued to batter the place, came forth upon

his elephant to fight me; I saluted him, and insisted he should fire

first.

Tippoo, though a barbarian, was not deficient in politeness, and

declined the compliment; upon which I took off my hat, and bowing, told

him it was an advantage Munchausen should never be said to accept from

so gallant a warrior: on which Tippoo instantly discharged his carbine,

the ball from which, hitting my horse's ear, made him plunge with rage

and indignation. In return I discharged my pistol at Tippoo, and shot

off his turban. He had a small field-piece mounted with him on his

elephant, which he then discharged at me, and the grape-shot coming in a

shower, rattled in the laurels that covered and shaded me all over, and

remained pendant like berries on the branches. I then, advancing, took

the proboscis of his elephant, and turning it against the rider, struck

him repeatedly with the extremity of it on either side of the head,

until I at length dismounted him. Nothing could equal the rage of the

barbarian finding himself thrown from his elephant. He rose in a fit of

despair, and rushed against my steed and myself: but I scorned to fight

him at so great a disadvantage on his side, and directly dismounted to

fight him hand to hand. Never did I fight with any man who bore himself

more nobly than this adversary; he parried my blows, and dealt home his

own in return with astonishing precision. The first blow of his sabre

I received upon the bridge of my nose, and but for the bony firmness of

that part of my face, it would have descended to my mouth. I still bear

the mark upon my nose.

He next made a furious blow at my head, but I, parrying, deadened the

force of his sabre, so that I received but one scar on my forehead, and

at the same instant, by a blow of my sword, cut off his arm, and his

hand and sabre fell to the earth; he tottered for some paces, and

dropped at the foot of his elephant. That sagacious animal, seeing the

danger of his master, endeavoured to protect him by flourishing his

proboscis round the head of the Sultan.

Fearless I advanced against the elephant, desirous to take alive the

haughty Tippoo Sahib; but he drew a pistol from his belt, and discharged

it full in my face as I rushed upon him, which did me no further harm

than wound my cheek-bone, which disfigures me somewhat under my left

eye. I could not withstand the rage and impulse of that moment, and with

one blow of my sword separated his head from his body.

I returned overland from India to Europe with admirable velocity, so

that the account of Tippoo's defeat by me has not as yet arrived by the

ordinary passage, nor can you expect to hear of it for a considerable

time. I simply relate the encounter as it happened between the Sultan

and me; and if there be any one who doubts the truth of what I say, he

is an infidel, and I will fight him at any time and place, and with any

weapon he pleases.

Hearing so many persons talk about raising the "Royal George," I began

to take pity on that fine old ruin of British plank, and determined to

have her up. I was sensible of the failure of the various means hitherto

employed for the purpose, and therefore inclined to try a method

different from any before attempted. I got an immense balloon, made of

the toughest sail-cloth, and having descended in my diving-bell, and

properly secured the hull with enormous cables, I ascended to the

surface, and fastened my cables to the balloon. Prodigious multitudes

were assembled to behold the elevation of the "Royal George," and as

soon as I began to fill my balloon with inflammable air the vessel

evidently began to move: but when my balloon was completely filled, she

carried up the "Royal George" with the greatest rapidity. The vessel

appearing on the surface occasioned a universal shout of triumph from

the millions assembled on the occasion. Still the balloon continued

ascending, trailing the hull after like a lantern at the tail of a kite,

and in a few minutes appeared floating among the clouds.

It was then the opinion of many philosophers that it would be more

difficult to get her down then it had been to draw her up. But I

convinced them to the contrary by taking my aim so exactly with a

twelve-pounder, that I brought her down in an instant.

I considered, that if I should break the balloon with a cannon-ball

while she remained with the vessel over the land, the fall would

inevitable occasion the destruction of the hull, and which, in its fall,

might crush some of the multitude; therefore I thought it safer to

take my aim when the balloon was over the sea, and pointing my

twelve-pounder, drove the ball right through the balloon, on which the

inflammable air rushed out with great force, and the "Royal George"

descended like a falling star into the very spot from whence she had

been taken. There she still remains, and I have convinced all Europe of

the possibility of taking her up.

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