Chapter XCIX.

Suppose I give now the kind (!) answer from Police-inspector HENRY FOSTER!

it will give general satisfaction, I think:-

Police Department,

Ballaarat, Nov. 2, 1854.

Sir,--In reply to your communication, dated 26th ultimo, on the subject of

your having been deprived of your clothing during your arrest at this

Camp, in December, 1855 [I think, Mr. Foster, it was in 1854] I have the

honour to inform you, that to the best of my recollection, the clothing

you wore when you were brought to the Camp consisted of a wide-awake hat,

or cap, a red shirt, corduroy or moleskin trousers, and a pair of boots.

Of these articles, the cap, shirt, and boots were put amongst the surplus

clothing taken from the other prisoners, and I am not aware how they were

disposed of afterwards.

I must add, that the shirt alluded to was made of wool, under which you

wore a cotton one, the latter of which you retained during your

confinement.

I have the honour to be, Sir,

Your obedient servant,

HENRY FOSTER,

Inspector of Police.

(To) SIGNOR CARBONI RAFFAELLO.

Ballaarat.

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My money is not mentioned though! Very clever: and yet I know it was not

Foster who did rob me.

However, good reader, if you believe that a Ballaarat miner, of sober

habits and hard at work, has not got about his person, say a couple of

one pound rags, well...there let's shut up the book at once, and here

is the

END

P.S. If John Bull, cross-breed or pure blood, had been robbed in Italy,

half less wantonly, and twice less cruelly, than myself, the whole British

press and palaver 'in urbe or orbe terrarum' would have rung the chimes

against Popish gendarmes and the holy (!) inquisition of the scarlet city.

So far so good.

A friendless Italian is ROBBED under arrest on British ground, close by

the British flag, by British troopers and traps: oh! that alters the case.

What business have these foreign beggars to come and dig for gold on

British Crown lands?

BASTA COSI; 'that is', Great works!

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