WOLFSTHRUN.
Perched on a certain height not far from Sterzing, stands a certain old
castle, one of the many that crest the Tyrolese mountains, and which,
on investigation, too often disappoint the traveller by proving either
desolate ruins, or garrisoned to overflowing by Austrian soldiers. But
the castle in question was both habitable and inhabited; a good and
even luxurious breakfast was spread in the lofty hall, which combined
the adjuncts of modern civilization with the romantic architecture of
feudal times; and a fine-looking military man, perhaps turned fifty,
sat reading despatches, while his daughter, a young lady of eighteen,
poured out coffee for him and a young cavalry officer, who was already
attacking the potted game.
"This seems an admirable proclamation of the Archduke's," said the
Baron, at length throwing aside his papers and beginning his breakfast.
"You will soon have plenty to do, Gerhardi."
"I hope we may," said Colonel Gerhardi. "Our just and numerous
complaints will lie before the tribunal of the world. The Archduke
calls it a holy war, and so do I. So great a power as Napoleon
Buonaparte's cannot be opposed alone, and therefore all the nations
ought to make common cause against him."
"Ought and will are two things," said Baron Sternach drily. "I should
embark in this war with much more readiness than I do, if I saw our way
safely and victoriously out of it; but if, after a fruitless though
brilliant struggle, we are reduced to make inglorious conditions of
peace, it would have been better to leave the matter alone."
"Ah, papa, don't throw cold water on us!" cried Hildegarde. "Why should
not we be the liberators of Europe? As soon as the rising once takes
place, I know you will take part in it as warmly as any."
"Certainly; for the danger of the brave is always less than that of the
coward; even if duty and discipline have no influence. My only fear is
lest we rush hastily into an unconsidered struggle with a foe whose
power, hitherto, nothing has been able to withstand."
"The tables will turn on him, some day, sir, you'll see," said Colonel
Gerhardi.
"I hope I may see it. All we have to do, just now, is to obey our
superior in command; and he gives the word to advance. Did you ever
chance to see Hofer?"
"Yes, Baron; I have seen him twice. He was one of the peasant deputies
to the States once, I think? A plain, homely, honest-hearted fellow,
seemingly. We didn't think much of him."
"Not as much, perhaps, as he deserved. I saw him in the year 1805,
when he was chosen from his native valley as deputy to the Archduke
John; which showed that the Tyrolese already looked upon him with
considerable confidence, though he could not have been much turned of
thirty. And he was summoned again by the Archduke, you know, to Vienna,
this January, which shows that he saw some ground of reliance in him."
"As a matter-of-fact witness, I should suppose, Baron. He would tell
the Archduke exactly what was the state of popular feeling, and how
many fighting men could be depended on, without the least hesitation
or exaggeration. I conclude him to be a man of strict truth; who would
neither speak disparagingly of a rival, nor praise him insincerely to
curry favour. This struck me with regard to what he said of Martin
Teimer. Hormayr put it to him closely: was Teimer a reliable man, or
was he not? Hofer spoke very briefly of him; he would not dispraise
him, even by an inuendo: neither would he say more in his praise than
he felt. Baron Hormayr noticed this to us afterwards, as if Hofer were
jealous of him; but I did not think him so. I thought he spoke the
simple truth."
"And few there be that speak it," said the Baron. "Well, we shall soon
see what is in them both. Hormayr is a sensible, gentlemanlike man, and
good officer."
"A little wanting in ardour, don't you think, Baron?"
"Pooh, pooh, you young fellows have too much. You think to carry things
by a _coup-de-main_."
"That's what Buonaparte did, sir, many times in Italy. We were
continually too slow for him."
"Well, well, we shall not be, now. We begin to-morrow; and that is near
enough at hand even for _you_, I should think."
"You are not afraid of leaving my cousin here, Baron?"
"Why should I be? Women and children will be respected. I mean her and
her aunt to be very useful to us; for I expect that this empty old
castle will be filled with wounded men, and Hildegarde must tend them
like the heroines of old song."
"Ah, that I gladly will," cried Hildegarde. "As soon as you and
Adolph ride off, I shall summon the servants, tell them what is to
be expected, and superintend their immediate preparations for the
reception of the sick."
"The strong-rooms and dungeons must be looked to also," said the Baron;
"for we may expect many prisoners."
"Ah, papa! don't put any of them down into those dark holes full of
newts and toads, only fit for the barbarous times!"
"Certainly not; but we must provide for their security, nevertheless,
or they may seize the castle and put _you_ into one of the dark holes,
instead."
"Ugh!--I am sure I should not live through the night! My hair would
turn quite white. Why, Adolph, you have no idea what terrible stories
are told of those dungeons--"
"Old wives' tales--"
"_True_ tales. Bones have been found. Human hair sticking to the wall.
Stains of blood!--"
"Well, well, we are not going to repeat those things. You may pet your
prisoners as much as you like, so long as you do not let them run away,
nor run away with them."
"With _one_ of them, papa, I suppose you meant to say. Well, I accept
your _carte-blanche_; but you must leave me the cellar-key."
"To treat the captive knight like the fair, Saracen?"
"Sick men require wine, papa. And I must have beef and mutton, and
bread and beer, in unlimited quantities, for those who are well."
"Nay, Hildegarde, as my fortune is not unlimited, I see it will be
to my interest to effect a very speedy exchange of prisoners--if the
enemy have the good luck to make any. But here are we reckoning on the
captured and wounded before the battle is fought!"
And, hastily despatching his breakfast, the Baron collected his papers
together, and went away to give various orders.
"I hope the campaign will be a short and a brilliant one," said
Hildegarde anxiously. "I shall so long for papa to return."
"My mother will soon join you," said Adolph. "But if you are in the
least fear--"
"Oh no! All my fears are for him; I have none for myself. There is
nothing I shall more gladly do than help to nurse the poor men who
have been wounded in fighting for our liberties. Terrible gashes and
amputations, indeed, I do not feel quite equal to. If we could get a
medical man to remain in the castle,--"
"Why should not you? Some of the Capuchins are very clever. Father
Joachim Haspinger has been an army chaplain, and is preparing for
service again. He is as good, I am told, at setting a limb as at
breaking a head. His reputation and influence among the peasantry are
immense. What a pleasant day that was, Hildegarde, when we visited the
Capuchin convent at Brixen!"
"Yes; and, do you know, we had another very pleasant excursion in the
Passeyrthal after you had rejoined your regiment. A storm came on, and
we took refuge in Hofer's Inn, _am Sand_. We did not see him; but his
wife and pretty daughter were very attentive to us.--Ah! the horses
are coming round," said Hildegarde, interrupting herself; and her eyes
filled with tears as her father returned to take leave of her; but she
brushed them away, and kissed him with a smile. She accompanied them to
the gate.
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