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Book FirstPart XXVII
Part 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 heava 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.
[Footnote 1: Stavano alle velette. Perhaps lay in wait for.]
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