through a man’s heart, I no longer entertained the same feeling of contempt for it.  Not again would I make light of it,—­this potent engine of destruction which had procured me the character of being a magician.  I would hide it from human gaze, and cherish it as a sort of fetish.  So I bought a walking-stick and an umbrella, and strapped it up with them, wrapped in my plaid; and when, shortly after, an unexpected remittance from an aunt supplied me with money enough to buy a horse from one of the officers of my friend’s regiment, which soon after arrived, I accepted their invitation to accompany them on their brigand-hunting expeditions, not one of them knew that I had such a weapon as an air-gun in my possession.

Our modus operandi on these occasions was as follows:  On receiving information from some proprietor that the brigands were threatening his property,—­it was impossible to get intelligence from the peasantry, for they were all in league with the brigands; indeed they all took a holiday from regular work, and joined a band for a few weeks from time to time,—­we proceeded, with a force sufficiently strong to cope with the supposed strength of the band, to the farm in question.  The bands were all mounted, and averaged from 200 to 400 men each.  It was calculated that upwards of 2000 men were thus engaged in harrying the country, and this enabled the Neri to talk of the king’s forces engaged in legitimate warfare against those of Victor Emmanuel.  Riding over the vast plains of the Capitanata, we would discern against the sky-outline the figure of a solitary horseman.  This we knew to be a picket.  Then there was no time to be lost, and away we would go for him helter-skelter across the plain; he would instantly gallop in on the main body, probably occupying a masseria.  If they thought they were strong enough, they would show fight.  If not, they would take to their heels in the direction of the mountains, with us in full cry after them.  If they were hardly pressed they would scatter, and we were obliged to do the same, and the result would be that the swiftest horsemen might possibly effect a few captures.  It was an exciting species of warfare, partaking a good deal more of the character of a hunting-field than of cavalry skirmishing.  Sometimes, where the ground was hilly, we had Bersaglieri with us; and as the brigands took to the mountains, the warfare assumed a different character.  Sometimes, in default of these active little troops, we took local volunteers, whom we found a very poor substitute.  On more than one occasion when we came upon the brigands in a farm, they thought themselves sufficiently strong to hold it against us, and once the cowardice of the volunteers was amusingly illustrated.  The band was estimated at about 200, and we had 100 volunteers and a detachment of 50 cavalry.  On coming under the fire of the brigands, the cavalry captain, who was in command, ordered the volunteers to charge, intending when they had dislodged the enemy to ride him down on the open; but the volunteer officer did not repeat the word, and stood stock-still, his men all imitating his example.