XXVII

AT that time, while I was still a young man of about twenty-three, there

raged a plague of such extraordinary violence that many thousands died

of it every day in Rome. Somewhat terrified at this calamity, I began to

take certain amusements, as my mind suggested, and for a reason which I

will presently relate. I had formed a habit of going on feast-days to

the ancient buildings, and copying parts of them in wax or with the

pencil; and since these buildings are all ruins, and the ruins house

innumerable pigeons, it came into my head to use my gun against these

birds. So then, avoiding all commerce with people, in my terror of the

plague, I used to put a fowling-piece on my boy Pagolino’s shoulder, and

he and I went out alone into the ruins; and oftentimes we came home

laden with a cargo of the fattest pigeons. I did not care to charge my

gun with more than a single ball; and thus it was by pure skill in the

art that I filled such heavy bags. I had a fowling-piece which I had

made myself; inside and out it was as bright as any mirror. I also used

to make a very fine sort of powder, in doing which I discovered secret

processes, beyond any which have yet been found; and on this point, in

order to be brief, I will give but one particular, which will astonish

good shots of every degree. This is, that when I charged my gun with

powder weighing one-fifth of the ball, it carried two hundred paces

point-blank. It is true that the great delight I took in this exercise

bid fair to withdraw me from my art and studies; yet in another way it

gave me more than it deprived me of, seeing that each time I went out

shooting I returned with greatly better health, because the open air was

a benefit to my constitution. My natural temperament was melancholy, and

while I was taking these amusements, my heart leapt up with joy, and I

found that I could work better and with far greater mastery than when I

spent my whole time in study and manual labour. In this way my gun, at

the end of the game, stood me more in profit than in loss.

It was also the cause of my making acquaintance with certain hunters

after curiosities, who followed in the track [1] of those Lombard

peasants who used to come to Rome to till the vineyards at the proper

season. While digging the ground, they frequently turned up antique

medals, agates, chrysoprases, cornelians, and cameos; also sometimes

jewels, as, for instance, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, and rubies. The

peasants used to sell things of this sort to the traders for a mere

trifle; and I very often, when I met them, paid the latter several times

as many golden crowns as they had given giulios for some object.

Independently of the profit I made by this traffic, which was at least

tenfold, it brought me also into agreeable relations with nearly all the

cardinals of Rome. I will only touch upon a few of the most notable and

the rarest of these curiosities. There came into my hands, among many

other fragments, the head of a dolphin about as big as a good-sized

ballot-bean. Not only was the style of this head extremely beautiful,

but nature had here far surpassed art; for the stone was an emerald of

such good colour, that the man who bought it from me for tens of crowns

sold it again for hundreds after setting it as a finger-ring. I will

mention another kind of gem; this was a magnificent topaz; and here art

equalled nature; it was as large as a big hazel-nut, with the head of

Minerva in a style of inconceivable beauty. I remember yet another

precious stone, different from these; it was a cameo, engraved with

Hercules binding Cerberus of the triple throat; such was its beauty and

the skill of its workmanship, that our great Michel Agnolo protested he

had never seen anything so wonderful. Among many bronze medals, I

obtained one upon which was a head of Jupiter. It was the largest that

had ever been seen; the head of the most perfect execution; and it had

on the reverse side a very fine design of some little figures in the

same style. I might enlarge at great length on this curiosity; but I

will refrain for fear of being prolix.

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