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The next day I was brought in
chains in front of the Captain, to be formally
charged. He read from a printed list, which I
later discovered had been distributed throughout
Botany Bay, at the charge of one happenny. Later
versions of the pamphlet were sold in London,
often for as much as a penny, and a version is
still in circulation. "Wereas you Gonzaga, late
of Perekop, now under the jurisdiction of His
Royal Highness George of the Kingdom of Great
Britain and diverse royal lands are charged with
the following felonious acts: Whereas you did
foment mutiny among the prisoners of Botany Bay;
whereas you did assault and injure six of His
Majesties soldiers, to wit, Privates Martin
Greathop, Norbert Pentallistar, Scrum Mandate,
John Happyfate, Corporal Bodywaite and the
Leftenants Coldstairs and Cholmoldnely; whereas
you did operate and maintain an illegal still;
whereas you did provide sustenance and succor to
the enemies of the King; whereas on diverse
occasions you defrauded Theophilus Smith a Crown
subject and his family by selling him short
measures; whereas you did remove with the intent
to consume a sheep and several lambs from the
boat of a Luther Greb; whereas you did bugger
diverse livestock and had frequent unlawful
carnal knowledge of diverse female prisoners;
whereas you did operate a disorderly house, for
purposes of material thrif; and whereas said
house offered, besides women of maturity, both
boys and girls, of various ages and races, and of
diverse abilities.
Further, whereas you
have speculated on the true genealogy of our
Savior Jesus Christ, and gathered diverse
subjects of the realm together, in order to
advance several hypotheses on this subject;
whereas you have publicly lusted after the Holy
Mother of Christ, and expressed amorous intent
with respect to both the King and the Queen, at
various times; whereas you have violated laws
relating to the segregation of the races,
partaken in a variety of ceremonies of
questionable relationship to the Sacrament, and
have upon occasion, confessed to be of mixed
blood; whereas over and above these universally
detestable crimes, you did willfully and with
malice aforethought conspire to bring the Good
Name of the British people into ridicule and
disrepute by engaging diverse and sundry of His
Majesty's subjects in a contest or tourney whose
results you had privately and covertly guaranteed
in advance by the unlawful adulteration of
certain liquors with certain herbs of known
emetic effect. Therefore--"
This last charge was a
bit much. "I won that match fair!"
"Shut yer
bone-box," quoth the weasel, and clapped me
across the jaw with a live rat that he happened
to be fondling.
"Nothing to add,
your Honor."
"--Therefore ...
oh rot. Mr. Gonzaga, you understand that we do
not have the authority to try you for these
crimes, and so you are to be taken to England for
your trial. As you will no doubt plead benefit of
the clergy, you will likely be transported. A
fate you clearly deserve."
"Couldn't I stay
here?"
"Silence,"
whined the weasel, but the Captain held up his
hand, and said in a voice that was almost gentle,
were it not for the undertone of violence,
"That would hardly be fair. You, not being
British, don't understand the British system of
Justice. It's blind. Blind but fair, which is
more than I can say for my father, who also
couldn't see well. He didn't need to see to whip
me. But British justice is glorious, and it's
glorious that you, a foreigner and criminal, have
a right to a fair trial. In England. If you
stayed here, we wouldn't have any right to keep
you here.
"To make sure you
stay here we must send you to England. Very well,
Pryce, put more chains on him and take him H.M.S.
Calvary. Give this writ of passage to Captain
Cloute." At this my guards threw me into the
bottom of a boat and a crew of convicts rowed me
out to one of the ships riding at anchor in the
harbor. <
text
© 2000 marcus boon, david wondrich, and nicholas
noyes, used with permission
art © 2000 Michael Evert, used with permission
Episodes from
"The Travels of Father Gonzaga" were
translated from the language of the Sami peoples
on a Reindeer farm near Mexico, Maine, by Marcus
Boon, Nicholas Noyes, and David Wondrich.
Marcus Boon is working on a history of drug
use by writers and lives in Brooklyn, NY.
Nicholas Noyes recently contributed to The Amok
5th Dispatch: Sourcebook of the Extremes of
Information,
and is currently taking tea and dreaming of
the Arctic north. Mr. Noyes also wrote the short
story "Wild
Surmise" in this issue.
David Wondrich is a Senior Research Fellow at
the North Gowanus Institute for Cranial
Distempers, where he resides.
gonzaga@start.com.au
Michael
Evert is an
artist living in New York.
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