placed chairs and tables against it, threw the bed out of the window, and concealed myself in the chimney to await there the setting in of night."
"This was the work of a few moments, and I was safely housed in my hiding place when the door was forced open with a thundering noise. My calculations had not deceived me, and my plan succeeded as well as I could expect it. My pursuers seeing the window open, and the feather-bed lying in the field, believed firmly I had effected my escape: Some young men jumped boldly down, and others went to pursue me on horseback; the old woman who could tell no tales, was carried to another part of the house, and I was left alone to muse on my awkward situation."
"Soon after the owner of the house came into the room with some of his neighbours, and confirmed by his discourses my hope, that nobody suspected my hiding-place."One
