ABSTRACT
On the 28th of May, a body of men made their way into my house and carried me off to a court of justice, called the Bya-dyke, held in the palace-yard, presided over by the Attwenwoons; and the first examination there convinced me that I was caught in a net, from which there was about as much chance of my disentangling myself, as there is for an unfortunate fly to free itself from the web of a spider. The ostensible cause of this examination was simple enough.
