Nor were
they backward. Our Consul (the same who had the benefit of
correction from Fleeming) carried the Intendente on board the
VENGEANCE, escorting him through the streets, getting along with
him on board a shore boat, and when the insurgents levelled their
muskets, standing up and naming himself, 'CONSOLE INGLESE.' A
friend of the Jenkins', Captain Glynne, had a more painful, if a
less dramatic part. One Colonel Nosozzo had been killed (I read)
while trying to prevent his own artillery from firing on the mob;
but in that hell's cauldron of a distracted city, there were no
distinctions made, and the Colonel's widow was hunted for her life.
In her grief and peril, the Glynnes received and hid her; Captain
Glynne sought and found her husband's body among the slain, saved
it for two days, brought the widow a lock of the dead man's hair;
but at last, the mob still strictly searching, seems to have
abandoned the body, and conveyed his guest on board the VENGEANCE.
The Jenkins also had their refugees, the family of an EMPLOYE
threatened by a decree.
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