"Here the Gipsy gemman see,
With his Roman jib and his rome and dree--
Rome and dree, rum and dry
Rally round the Rommany Rye."

He waves his wand and they disappear. He made them as Jerry Grant made
the storm and beat Sergeant Bagg. In "Lavengro" he actually does raise
such a storm, though Knapp affected to discover it in a newspaper of the
period. Sampson and Martin are fighting at North Walsham, and a storm
comes on:

"There's wind and dust, a crash, rain and hail; is it possible to fight
amidst such a commotion? Yes! the fight goes on; again the boy strikes
the man full on the brow, but it is no use striking that man, his frame
is of adamant. 'Boy, thy strength is beginning to give way, thou art
becoming confused'; the man now goes to work, amidst rain and hail. 'Boy,
thou wilt not hold out ten minutes longer against rain, hail, and the
blows of such an antagonist.'

"And now the storm was at its height; the black thundercloud had broken
into many, which assumed the wildest shapes and the strangest colours,
some of them unspeakably glorious; the rain poured in a deluge, and more
than one water-spout was seen at no great distance: an immense rabble is
hurrying in one direction; a multitude of men of all ranks, peers and
yokels, prize-fighters and Jews, and the last came to plunder, and are
now plundering amidst that wild confusion of hail and rain, men and
horses, carts and carriages. But all hurry in one direction, through mud
and mire; there's a town only three miles distant which is soon reached,
and soon filled, it will not contain one-third of that mighty rabble; but
there's another town farther on--the good old city is farther on, only
twelve miles; what's that! who'll stay here? onward to the old town.

"Hurry skurry, a mixed multitude of men and horses, carts and carriages,
all in the direction of the old town; and, in the midst of all that mad
throng, at a moment when the rain gushes were coming down with particular
fury, and the artillery of the sky was pealing as I had never heard it
peal before, I felt some one seize me by the arm--I turned round and
beheld Mr. Petulengro.

"'I can't hear you, Mr. Petulengro,' said I; for the thunder drowned the
words which he appeared to be uttering.

"'Dearginni,' I heard Mr. Petulengro say, 'it thundereth. I was asking,
brother, whether you believe in dukkeripens?'

"'I do not, Mr. Petulengro; but this is strange weather to be asking me
wh