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range every thing for you, come
to our Kneipe this evening, and afterward we shall be sure to pick up a man for
you in the Market-place."
I accordingly went to Muller's
lodgings a little before eight that evening, and he conducted me to the room in
which his corps used to hold their "Kneipe;" it was a large, handsome apartment
in one of the principal Restaurations, exclusively kept for the use of members
of the corps. We there found about a dozen men already assembled, and nearly as
many more dropped in by twos and threes shortly afterward. We all supped
together, and as soon as our meal was finished, the serious business of the
evening, that is to say, the beer-drinking, commenced. I am afraid to say how
much Bavarian beer was disposed of—we all drank like fishes; the more we drank
the thirstier we seemed to get: in fact, no one who has not seen German students
drink beer can form any adequate idea of the quantity they consume. Bavarian
beer is, of course, not nearly so strong as the English beer; but is still a
very agreeable drink, and tastes much like pale ale. About eleven o'clock Muller
said to me:
"Come, let us go and take a turn
in the street, we shall not be many minutes finding you a man."
We went out, and in the
Market-place found a number of students belonging to various corps walking
about, all of whom, as my companion informed me, were looking for opportunities
to challenge some one, or force some one to challenge them.
"We shall very soon be suited,"
"We!" I said, "are you going to
"Yes," he answered, carelessly.
"I may as well do so now I am here. Ah! there is a man to whom I should like to
say a few words."
We stopped opposite to the man
whom Muller had pointed out, and to whom he said, after politely taking off his
"I beg your pardon; but you look
The person thus addressed bowed
in his turn, told Muller that he should hear from him, and was passing on when
"Now do not be in such a hurry,
for I should like to introduce my friend here to one of your men."
He stared, for he saw that I was
an Englishman; but answered:
"If you will wait here for two
minutes I will bring you several, and then you can take your choice."
He left us, and I said to Muller,
"Show me which man you think will
do for me, for I do not know how they can fight, and then I suppose the right
thing will be for me to call him a fool at once."
"No, no," he answered; "that is
not necessary, the fellow will know perfectly well what you want; a simple
introduction is sufficient. Ah! here they are."
He selected one of the new
arrivals, to whom he introduced me as Mr. Jones, of London.
We bowed to each other, and the
ceremony of quarreling was complete; so Muller and I returned to the Kneipe. As
soon as we entered we were assailed with a volley of questions as to where we
had been, and what we had been doing.
"Oh! nothing particular,"
answered Muller; "our English friend here wants to fight, and so I have been out
with him to help him to select an opponent."
"What! do you intend to fight,
Englishman?" said the senior of the corps, as he shook me heartily by the hand;
"that is right, old fellow. I am going to fight the day after to-morrow, so are
several more of us, and your little affair can come off at the same time. Well
done, Albion, I looks toward you." And he poured about a pint and a quarter of
beer down his capacious throat.
I likewise bowed, and then
refilled my pipe, and sat down again with the rest to finish the remainder of
the evening and what beer was left in the cask, for they said it would be a pity
to let it stand till morning, as it might get flat. We separated about midnight.
I went home feeling like an incipient hero, and very naturally dreamed of
nothing but carte and tierce all that night, and if only half the number of
duels in which I imagined myself engaged had really come to pass, I might well
have called myself the hero of a hundred fights. When I awoke the next morning I
must confess that I did not feel quite comfortable; I had, when watching the
students' duels, seen cheeks laid open, heads badly cut, and noses slit, and now
I was going to expose myself to the very same thing; perhaps I should return to
England with a scar right across my face, and then what would the Governor say?
I remained in a very uncomfortable state all that day, for although I was by no
means a despicable opponent in the fencing-room, where no one can be hurt, yet I
could not tell what my sensations might be when I found myself without a helmet
facing an opponent armed with a sword a yard long and as sharp as a razor.
However, I was in for it; there was no possible way of escape, so I concealed my
fidgety state as well as I could, but still could not keep down unpleasant
thoughts of gashed faces, and the consequent sewing up with needles and red
silk, which constantly came into my head. At supper, too, that evening, I came
in for a good deal of chaff, not exactly calculated to inspire me with
additional confidence: one man, while examining the bill of fare before ordering
his supper, remarked:
"Hm, bifsteck—no, not to-day; an
Englishman is going to be slaughtered to-morrow, so we shall have real English
bifsteck then, shall we not, Albion?"
Another drew my attention to some
cutlets on his plate, and asked how many similar ones could be cut out of me,
for he said be had just made a bet upon the subject; and on finding me unable to
give him the requisite information, remarked, "Well, never mind, we shall see
to-morrow." Frequent allusions were also made to mince-meat, sausages, etc.,
till the senior kindly put an end to the chaff by calling to me from the top of
the table, "Never
mind what they say, Albion; if
you fight as well in earnest as you do in the fencing-room, none of those
fellows who are chaffing you so could touch you; I know the man with whom you
are going to fight; you are at least as good a swordsman as he; I will be your
second myself, and if you only do as I tell you, all will be right."
After supper he left the room, to
see our opponents, and make the final arrangements with them; and during his
absence I really could not help casting anxious glances toward the door, which
was presently thrown open, and he reappeared.
"All right," he said; "to-morrow
morning at eleven o'clock, at the usual place; the others will bring the doctor
The doctor! who to-morrow would
perhaps have to try to reunite, by means of needles and thread (or rather silk),
the dissevered halves of my countenance. So said my fears and some of my
friends; but I determined to banish all disagreeable thoughts, expressed myself
perfectly satisfied with the arrangements, and took a long draught of beer to
conceal my—delight. I rose the next morning about the usual time, after having
passed a rather restless night, dressed myself in the darkest clothes I had, in
order that the blood—if any were spilled —might show as little as possible upon
them; and after a hurried breakfast proceeded to the Kneipe, from whence we were
to drive to the scene of action. Arrived there, I found almost the whole of the
corps assembled, endeavoring to pass away the time with the aid of pipes and
"Hallo," I said, "are you fellows
all going to cut lectures to-day?"
"Yes, old boy," they said, "to be
sure we are; we are all coming out to see you fight."
"But," I replied, "as it is my
first appearance in public, I should like as few spectators as possible."
"Nonsense," was the answer; "you
know that there are thirty or forty to look on at every fight, and there will be
double that number to-day, for every one knows that you are going out, and we
never saw an Englishman fight before."
This I did not like at all, but I
knew that nothing I could say would make them stay at home; so, as it was now
barely ten, and we were not to set off till half past, I lighted a cigar,
ordered some beer, and tried to persuade myself that I felt perfectly
comfortable. The conversation was of a violent and decidedly sanguinary nature,
consisting almost entirely of reminiscences of duels in which one or both of the
combatants had been punished with unusual severity, and the senior related to
me, with great glee, how he had on one occasion cut his opponent's nose
completely off! The vehicle drove up punctually at half past ten; as many of us
as could find room got in, and in about twenty minutes we arrived at the ground,
where we found the other party and the surgeon. The senior—a splendid
swordsman—was the first to engage; and after a very spirited and scientific
combat of about ten minutes' duration put his opponent hors de combat by cutting
his left cheek quite through. The surgeon immediately sewed up the gash, and the
wounded hero was taken home, to arouse himself for the next three or four days
with making iced applications to his cheek, and living upon soup, being, of
course, most strictly forbidden either to smoke or to touch any beer, which
prohibition is about the severest punishment in the world for a German student.
As soon as he had left the spot Muller came toward me and said, "Now then, old
fellow, go and get bandaged; your turn comes next." I therefore followed him to
the room where the duelists were bandaged, stripped to the waist, and was
immediately dressed in a coarse linen shirt; a glove made of double leather,
with a quantity of thin steel chain between the two thicknesses, intended to
protect the hand and wrist, was put upon my right hand, and over that a sort of
sleeve about an inch in thickness, formed of innumerable layers of silk, was
drawn upon my arm, reaching from the wrist quite up to the shoulder. Over this
again a sort of rope, made of old silk stockings twisted, ran all along the
outside of my arm, which was thus completely protected. A thick pad was then
tied over the axillary artery, a long bandage wound round my throat, and a pair
of "Paukhosen," things something like cricket-pads, but reaching nearly up to
the heart, strapped on. My toilet was now complete, the head and the upper part
of the chest only being exposed. My antagonist was ready about the same time,
the usual formalities were gone through, and we faced each other. With a passing
thought of what the consternation of the "Governor" would be, could he but see
me at this moment, I put myself into position; my adversary did the same; the
seconds shouted "Los!" or "Go it!" and at it we went, hammer and tongs, with an
energy worthy of a better cause. To my great surprise and gratification, any
nervousness which I might have felt before had now entirely vanished; I felt as
cool and collected as if I were only practicing in the fencing-room, but at the
same time there was an excitement which I had never felt when using blunted
weapons. When we had been fighting for about five minutes I suddenly felt a
sharp slap on the left cheek, and found that I had not completely parried a
vicious horizontal cut in carte, and that the flat of my enemy's blade had
struck me in the face, just drawing blood from the cheek. An appeal was, of
course, made by the opposite second, and his claim of first blood was allowed.
We all paused for a few moments
to recover breath and refresh ourselves with a glass of wine; during which pause
my second whispered to me, "If he tries that cut again, and I feel sure that he
will, return high tierce as quickly as possible." (This, by-the-by, is
considered quite fair.)
I watched for this cut, which he
soon did try again; as I had been told, I returned high tierce as quickly as I
could: a large lock of my adversary's hair fell to the ground, and in a moment
his face was covered with blood. I had given him a smart cut on the top of the
head—a cut perhaps four inches in length, which was, however, not severe
enough to prevent his continuing
the fight; and so we fought on for some time, but without touching each other
again, till the referee warned us that the time, which is limited to a quarter
of an hour, was expired. We then shook hands, resumed our ordinary habiliments,
and, after my opponent's wound had been sewn up by the doctor, left the ground
on the best of terms. Thus ended my first duel; but I found the excitement of
fighting so very pleasant that I said to myself, as we left the ground, "I'll
fight again as often as I can." And I did. I joined the corps that evening, and
in course of time became one of the seniors.
WHAT'S IN THE PACK?
IT was a lonely looking house, a
good distance from any other, and standing at the end of a long avenue, and its
only occupants on the day in question were two women-servants and a boy. The
time, perhaps, hung rather heavily upon the hands of these three, since the
appearance of a queer figure toiling up the avenue was hailed with unconcealed
"It's old Burke, the jagger,"
"It isn't old Burke; but he's got
a pack any-how. How slow he walks, and it's getting dusk; we sha'n't be able to
see the things."
The jagger, or bagman, or
peddler, whichever name you like best, came up to the door wiping his forehead,
and groaning under his burden; and well he might. Surely a pack of such size had
never before wearied the enduring shoulders of a bagman. He did not attempt to
ease himself of it, however, or to display, his wares in the customary manner,
but he took off his hat to the women politely.
"Would the mistress take pity on
him, and let him leave his pack in the hall or the kitchen—any where, so that it
would be safe? And he would fetch it the next day."
Now, the master and mistress
were, as we have seen, from home; so was the man who filled the offices of
coachman, groom, and gardener, with the help of the boy above mentioned as a
sub; and neither master, mistress, nor coachman would return that night. The
three servants therefore looked at each other inquiringly, a little curious, and
a great deal disappointed.
"What's in the pack?" asked one.
"Oh, it's not a regular pack, but
an order," responded the bagman. "A lot of coarse cloth and some gunpowder;
nothing that would do to show the ladies. But I am tired to death, and have got
to go further. If I might leave it where it would be safe for to-night, I've got
a few shawls and things I could bring with me to-morrow when I return for it."
Again the women looked at each
other. "Shawls had he got? What else?"
"A few trifles. Maybe a
gown-piece or two that would come cheap."
"Well, he might leave the pack if
he liked, but he must take it away early the next day."
The peddler entered the hall and
prepared to lay down his burden; then he espied the door of a little room which
would have been a butler's pantry if the house had boasted a butler. Might he
put it there, because of this gunpowder? And it was put there accordingly, the
bagman closing the door after him carefully, and warning the friendly receivers
not to take a light into the room, or meddle with the pack, because of the
The women went back to their
kitchen, and the boy lingered in the hall meditatively, having watched the
peddler down the avenue. At last he went to the door of the butler's pantry and
took a long look through the keyhole. The last ray's of the setting sun streamed
in through that little window and fell upon the pack lying in huge state on the
floor. Again the boy walked up and down the hall, and again he looked long and
anxiously through the keyhole.
Did the pack move a little as he
stared at it? What a fool he was, he thought; it was all fancy, of course.
Suddenly his gaze became riveted on one corner of the pack, where there seemed
to be a loophole, and he saw, as he believed, in the red light, the gleaming of
a human eye.
He drew back his own from the
keyhole; he shot it bolt into its socket noiselessly, and then he began walking
up and down again. He thought about the loneliness of the place, and the
helplessness of its inmates; he thought about those two in the kitchen and
himself, and about the peddler, and what might happen. He walked till it was
quite dark, and he could no longer distinguish the outlines of that mysterious
pack; then he went into the kitchen, where the two women were still talking of
the shawls and probable gown-pieces.
"Where's the old gun?" asked the
"La, Joseph, what should you want
with that? It's up there, over the clock."
"Is it loaded? All right," said
Joseph, examining. "Now then, I'll tell you what I want with it: I'm going to
shoot the pack."
"To shoot it! Good gracious, what
Joseph looked at the two
terrified faces, with his own rather pale, but determined. "You won't squall if
I tell you what for, will you?"
"No; but Joseph—the gunpowder!"
"Gunpowder's all my eye. I'm
going to shoot it because there's a mortal man in it; and a man doesn't get
hisself wrapped in a pack for no good purpose; that's what I say. If you're
afraid give me the light, and stop where you are."
But the women crept behind him
tremulously, and kept silence while he tried again if he could see any thing
through the keyhole. Then he opened the door boldly.
If the pack's an honest pack,"
said Joseph, "it won't mind a shot."
Perhaps the pack really moved, or
perhaps Joseph was a little nervous, for the last word was not out of his mouth
when the report of a gun rang through the room.
A dead silence followed it.
Joseph's eyes were fixed in a wide open stare on the pack. Presently
a small red spot came oozing
through the coarse wrappering; it grew larger. A little red stream trickled down
on the floor, and crawled toward the boy's feet. Than he retired hastily, and
locked the door again.
His face was very pale. He had
killed a man, and it was a horrible thing to do and to think of.
"Now you two lock all the doors,
and make them as fast as you can," he said: "that peddler chap won't stop till
morning for his pack, I'm thinking. What o'clock is it—ten? Let us put lights in
all the rooms, and make-believe there's a party—a regular houseful."
Once during the night, Joseph,
standing near a window, fancied he heard a low whistle outside; his heart gave a
great jump, and he signaled to the two women to move about, and slam the doors,
and make as much noise as they- could. The whistle was repeated once only, and
then all was quiet. But though the morning light broke in upon the servants,
they could not go to bed or rest for thinking of that ghastly thing down in the
butler's pantry. Noon brought the master of the house, but no peddler came with
shawls and gown-pieces.
When they undid the pack the hand
of the dead man was found clutching a small whistle, and he had a belt on, stuck
with pistols and a cutlass. It is needless to add that Joseph was rewarded; and
some time afterward, one of a gang of robbers being caught in a burglary,
confessed himself to be the identical bagman who left his pack at the lonely
house, and never went to claim it.
COLONEL KILPATRICK'S RAID
WE illustrate on
page 348 one of
the many sharp hand-to-hand conflicts which took place on the recent gallant
raid of Colonel Kilpatrick, of the Harris Light Cavalry, through Virginia.
Colonel Kilpatrick's report—a model of military style—reads as follows:
"YORKTOWN, VA., May 8,
"Major-General H. M. Halleck,
Commander-in-Chief of the United States Army:
"GENERAL,—I have the honor to
report that, by direction of Major-General Stoneman, I left Louisa Court House
the morning of the 3d inst., with one regiment (the Harris Light Cavalry of my
brigade), reached Hungary on the Fredericksburg Railroad at daylight on the
morning of the 4th, destroyed the depot, telegraph wires, and railroad for
several miles; passed over to the Brook turnpike; drove in the rebel pickets
down the pike, across the brook; charged a battery, and forced it to retire to
within two miles of the city of Richmond; captured Lieutenant Brown, aid-de-camp
to General Winder, and eleven men within the fortifications; passed down to the
left to the Meadow Bridge, on the Chickahominy, which I burned; ran a train of
cars into the river; retired to Hanovertown on the peninsula; crossed and
destroyed the ferry just in time to check the advance of a pursuing cavalry
force; burned a grain of thirty wagons loaded with bacon; captured thirteen
prisoners, and encamped for the night five miles from the river.
"I resumed my march at one A.M.
of the 5th, surprised a force of three hundred cavalry at Aylett's; captured two
officers and thirty-three men; burned fifty-six wagons and the depot, containing
upward of 20,000 barrels of corn and wheat, quantities of clothing and
commissary stores, and safely crossed the Mattapony, and destroyed the ferry
again, just in time to escape the advance of the rebel cavalry pursuit. Late in
the evening I destroyed a third wagon train and depot, it few miles above and
west of Tappahannock, on the Rappahannock, and from that point made a forced
march of twenty miles, being closely followed by a superior force of cavalry,
supposed to be a portion of Stuart's, from the fact that we captured prisoners
from the First, Fifth, and Tenth Virginia cavalry.
"At sundown I discovered a force
of cavalry drawn up in line of battle above King and Queen Court House. The
strength was unknown, but I at once advanced to the attack, only however to
discover that they were friends--a portion of the Twelfth Illinois cavalry, who
had become separated from the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Davis, of the same
"At 10 o'clock A.M. on the 7th I
found safety and rest under our brave old flag, within our lines at Gloucester
"This raid and march about the
entire rebel army—a march of nearly two hundred miles—has been made in lest than
five days, with a loss of one officer and thirty-seven men, having captured and
paroled upward of three hundred men.
"I take great pleasure in
bringing to your notice the officers of my staff, Captain P. Owen Jones, Captain
Armstrong, Captain M'Irvin, Dr. Hackley, and Lieutenant Estis, especially the
latter, who volunteered to carry a dispatch to Major-General Hooker. He failed
in the attempt, but, with his escort of ten men, he captured and paroled one
major, two captains, a lieutenant, and fifteen men. He was afterward himself
captured with his escort, and was afterward recaptured by our own forces. He
arrives this morning. I can not praise too highly the bravery, fortitude, and
untiring energy displayed throughout the march by Lieutenant-Colonel Davis and
the officers and men of the Harris Light Cavalry, not one of whom but was
willing to lose his liberty or his life if he could but aid in the great battle
now going on, and win for himself the approbation of his chiefs.
"Respectfully submitted. J.
"Col. Comd'g First Brigade Third
SCOUT IN DIXIE.
WE publish on page 349 two
portraits of one of the most gallant scouts in our army—J. W. DAVIDSON, of the
Eleventh Army Corps. He is a native of New York, and on the outbreak of the
rebellion raised the Star-Spangled Banner on Trinity and St. Paul's Churches in
this city. He accompanied General Burnside to North Carolina, and on the capture
of Newbern raised the Stars and Stripes on the steeple of Christ's Church in
that city, in view of the flying rebels. Mr. Davidson is a sailor by trade, and,
as might be supposed from his calling, is a man of cool head, quick eye, and
solid nerve. In manners he is gentle and unassuming. As a scout, he is said to
he one of the most useful in the service.
THE massive gates of Circumstance
Are turned upon the smallest
And thus some seeming pettiest
Oft gives our life its
The trifles of our daily lives,
The common things scarce worth
Whereof no visible trace
These are the mainsprings after