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Told by the Death's Head

Told by the Death's Head

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Chapter 1 THE "FIRE-POT."

Word Count: 2853    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

the vehicles which pass over the two approaches to the suspension-bridge in Budapest; rather, he was the chief of a body whose task it is

its gives only his Christi

, Hugo had charge of the battery in the outermost towe

ks of the Rhine, as are Pesth and Ofen; and the Blocksberg looks

e accustomed to being beleaguered-now by the French, now by t

errible fire from the French guns, which created great h

n they changed their quarters, the Frenchmen would always discover them, and aim accordingly-though it was impossible to see into the city from outside the walls. There certainly must have been

hot cannon-ball, ram it into the long, slender culverin, and if, after the discharge, the ball remained sticking in the throat of the gun, to remove it with the various forceps, nippers, a

roaching foe a "fire-shield," which discharges simultaneously from every one of its thirty-five holes as many bullets; and the "storm-tub" requires even more dexterity. This implement of warfare runs on two wheels. The axles are spiked with keen-edged knives, and the wheels are filled with gunpowder, which ignites and explodes when the machine is set in motion. If the powder ignites promptly in both wheels at the same instant, the infernal thing dashes like an infuriated bull int

y to be regretted that the use of the "handle-ball" has been discontinued. This weapon was shaped very much like two pot-ladles, bound together at the handles by an iron ring. The man who chanced to be caught between the two ladles might congratulate himself that he escaped with nothing worse than a choking; while the two soldiers on his right and left, whose heads had been caught in the bowls of the ladles, would remember, to the end of their days, the peculiar and disagreeable sensation experienced. There were two more wonderful implements of warfar

"Hurler of

g the Hungarian reaper carries with him to the harvest field to preserve his drinking-water fresh and cool. The machine was made of iron, and filled with a diabolical

ything about them; and other bombs which explode the moment they touch the earth. The French

d the fortress of Munkács, the Germans had learned, so soon as a fire-ball fell inside the walls, to cover

n, to prevent the air from reaching his four noses, he would burst, and woe to him who chanced to be i

the fortress, did not explode after it had hissed and spit

missile," remarked the constable; "then I'll make so

(esutora). This hat, of course, could be removed. After this discovery Hugo invited the commandant, the grand-duke,

be enough if the others are there-why should I go? The

y at home and Hugo alone found

who were peering through their telescopes, were highly delighted when they saw the bombs, which flew through the air like dragons with tails of fire, reach the points at which they had been aimed, ignite everything inflammable, and afterward explode. Now and again it would happen that one

nducted in those good old

field of Wagram, and shot them back at the Austrians; and had the fight continued two days longer, the oppos

m sixteen to twenty thalers a month; and in addition made him a present of a barrel of strong bee

no one had ever seen Hugo angry, embarrassed, or frightened. There were no traces of trouble and grief on his countenance. He was perhaps forty years of age, was somewhat disfigured by small-pox pits, but

slap the militia captain's fingers if he ventured to give her a chin-chuck, but a hearty hug from the smiling constable never met with a repulse. In consequence of the siege prices for the necessaries, as well as for the luxu

r your goose

e tha

take

y and marched awa

arned that Hugo had a bake

fat goose while I, the mayor, and your superior officer, must content myself with lean herring, cheese and

Hugo ma

I shouldn't tell you), supplies me with whatever I want. But I'll be honest with you and tell you the truth-but pray don't betray my secret, for I don't want to have anything to do with the priests. What I tel

d how came you by suc

ot to let the Capuchins hear of it. I got the thal

Sa

your soul to him for it?

l by giving the ritter an ig

cautioned the mayor; then he hastened to

eding-penny!" exclaimed the high-born gentleman. "

never-failing treasure, a magic coin, and was in league with the

gave the information to the enemy. That a spy was at work in the German camp was beyond question, though the outlets of both cities were so closely guarded that it would have been impossible for a living mortal to pass through them. Nor could the treason have been committed by means of carrier-pigeons, for, whatever of domestic fowl-kind had

heels and seeking the shelter of a cellar, as did the rest of his comrades, would coolly wait until the fire-pot fell to the g

as more than

subterranean work-room; refilled them there, then hurled them back

is subterranean workroom, he enco

to see what you put int

at the same time he explained how much gunpowder, hazel-wood charcoal, sulphur, resin, pitch, sal-ammoniac

ionary, "but what beside these is

es on top are burnt out this plate, which has become red-hot, explodes the

see what is under

the temerity of the adventurer, mingled with rage, determination and alarm. But only for an instant. The mayor's bail

see for yourself what is

no powder in the bottom of the bomb, only some ordinary sand; but in it was concealed

ce. "At last we have the proofs of your treachery, knave! I'l

the bailiffs were placing the

moment a fire-pot from the French camp. When it was opened and the ea

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