Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 03: Military Career eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 159 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 03.

Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 03: Military Career eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 159 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 03.
the end of the street, instead of going towards the esplanade, I proceeded quickly towards the sea.  I walked along the beach for a quarter of an hour, and finding a boat empty, but with a pair of oars, I got in her, and unfastening her, I rowed as hard as I could towards a large caicco, sailing against the wind with six oars.  As soon as I had come up to her, I went on board and asked the carabouchiri to sail before the wind and to take me to a large wherry which could be seen at some distance, going towards Vido Rock.  I abandoned the row-boat, and, after paying the master of the caicco generously, I got into the wherry, made a bargain with the skipper who unfurled three sails, and in less than two hours we were fifteen miles away from Corfu.  The wind having died away, I made the men row against the current, but towards midnight they told me that they could not row any longer, they were worn out with fatigue.  They advised me to sleep until day-break, but I refused to do so, and for a trifle I got them to put me on shore, without asking where I was, in order not to raise their suspicions.  It was enough for me to know that I was at a distance of twenty miles from Corfu, and in a place where nobody could imagine me to be.  The moon was shining, and I saw a church with a house adjoining, a long barn opened on both sides, a plain of about one hundred yards confined by hills, and nothing more.  I found some straw in the barn, and laying myself down, I slept until day-break in spite of the cold.  It was the 1st of December, and although the climate is very mild in Corfu I felt benumbed when I awoke, as I had no cloak over my thin uniform.

The bells begin to toll, and I proceed towards the church.  The long-bearded papa, surprised at my sudden apparition, enquires whether I am Romeo (a Greek); I tell him that I am Fragico (Italian), but he turns his back upon me and goes into his house, the door of which he shuts without condescending to listen to me.

I then turned towards the sea, and saw a boat leaving a tartan lying at anchor within one hundred yards of the island; the boat had four oars and landed her passengers.  I come up to them and meet a good-looking Greek, a woman and a young boy ten or twelve years old.  Addressing myself to the Greek, I ask him whether he has had a pleasant passage, and where he comes from.  He answers in Italian that he has sailed from Cephalonia with his wife and his son, and that he is bound for Venice; he had landed to hear mass at the Church of Our Lady of Casopo, in order to ascertain whether his father-in-law was still alive, and whether he would pay the amount he had promised him for the dowry of his wife.

“But how can you find it out?”

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