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Suppose I give now the kind (!) answer from Police-inspector Henry Foster ! it will give general satisfaction, I think:——
- "Police Department,
- "Ballaarat, Nov. 2, 1854.
"Sir,——In reply to your communication, dated 26th ultimo, on the subject of your having been deprived of your clothing during your arrest at this Camp, in December, 1855 [I think, Mr. Foster, it was in 1854] I have the honour to inform you that, to the best of my recollection, the clothing you wore when you were brought to the Camp consisted of wide-awake hat, or cap, a red shirt, corduroy or moleskin trowsers, and a pair of boots.
"Of these articles, the cap, shirt, and boots were put amongst the surplus clothing taken from the other prisoners, and I am not aware of how they were disposed of afterwards.
"I must add, that the shirt alluded to was made of wool, under which you wore a cotton one, the latter of which you retained during your confinement.
"I have the honor to be, Sir,
- "Your obedient servant,
- "HENRY FOSTER,
- Inspector of Police.
"Signor Carboni Raffaello."
"Ballaarat.
My money is not mentioned though! Very clever: and yet I know it was not Foster who did rob me.
However, good reader, if you believe that a Ballaarat miner, of sober habits and hard at work, has not got about his person, say a couple of £1 rags, well . . . . there let's shut up the book at once, and here is the
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P.S. If John Bull, cross-breed or pure blood, had been robbed in Italy, half less wantonly, and twice less cruelly, than myself, the whole British press and palaver in urbe or orbe terrarum would have rung the chimes against the Popish gendarmes and the holy (!) inquisition of the scarlet city. So far so good.
A friendless Italian is robbed under arrest on British ground, close by the British flag, by British troopers and traps: oh! that alters the case.
What business have these foreign beggars to come and dig for gold on British Crown lands?
BASTA COSI; that is, Great works!
