Mellilunacy 



the paint-box and camp-stool, and make himself generally 

 useful as a moveable figure of the foreground. I wonder if 

 I shall ever revisit these places in my mellilunacy. We 

 shall start for Valladolid to-morrow. 



I have been loading my revolver, which I had discharged 

 as we rode into Segovia. I blew, as my custom is, down 

 the barrels, to see if they were clear, and finding one 

 stopped up, I fired a cap to free the stoppage. To my 

 surprise, instead of a slight snap and flash, there was a 

 tremendous report, and a great piece of plaster fell out of a 

 hole in the wall. One of the barrels had missed fire, it 

 appeared, and the charge remained. Harry, who had been 

 in bed an hour, woke up and asked if I had killed anybody ; 

 and when I told him it was an accident, he begged me not 

 to do it again, and went to sleep. 



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