We had innumerable pieces of baggage, a baby carriage, rocking chair, a box of "The History of Woman Suffrage" for foreign libraries, besides the usual number of trunks and satchels, and one hamper, in which were many things we were undecided whether to take or leave.

Into this, a loaded pistol had been carelessly thrown.

The hamper being handled with an emphatic jerk by some jovial French sailor, the pistol exploded, shooting the bearer through the shoulder.

He fell bleeding on the quay.

The dynamite scare being just at its height, the general consternation was indescribable.