THE ENEMY BEFORE THE TOWN.
The tower of St. Peter's Church rises high into the air above all the
other buildings of Freiberg. In those early days church-towers were
too often used for purposes with which religion had but little to do.
Grim cannon sometimes stood there, not to fire harmless salutes on days
of public rejoicing, but more often to be loaded with deadly missiles
and fired at an enemy. Thus it happened that one of these instruments
of death had been planted in the highest chamber of the St. Peter's
Tower at Freiberg. Round this cannon, on December 27, 1642, stood
Burgomaster Jonas Schönleben and several others, among whom were
Hillner the journeyman, and the town servant Jüchziger. Winter had
come in all its might, and the cold, particularly up here in the windy
tower, was very severe, while snow lay deep over all the surrounding
landscape. The eyes of those present were intently gazing beyond the
town, to where, on the hill above the Hospital Church, many cavalry
soldiers could be seen moving about and beginning to take up their
positions. There had been a good deal of doubt expressed in the town
as to whether the Swedish commander really meant to undertake a siege
up there among the mountains at such an inclement season, with snow
lying thickly on the frozen ground. The appearance of these horsemen
and their business-like movements seemed to set such doubts at rest
once for all.
'Respected Herr Burgomaster,' began Jüchziger, 'in my humble opinion
those soldiers are not Swedes at all, but Imperialists who have reached
us from Bohemia before the enemy had time to come up. I should think
Marshal Piccolomini has sent them to frighten the Swedes into leaving
the city alone.'
'What we ardently wish we soon believe,' and Jüchziger's speech found
favour with the Burgomaster no less than with his other hearers.
Hillner alone said respectfully but firmly, 'Herr Burgomaster, they are
Swedes beyond the possibility of doubt. I know them well; they are
Diedemann's dragoons.'
'And how may you happen to know that, young man?' asked Schönleben
gloomily.
'Because--well, in fact, because I once served among the Swedes
myself,' replied Hillner.
'What!' cried Schönleben in astonishment; 'you a Swede, and here in
Freiberg!'
'I crave your pardon, Herr Burgomaster,' returned Hillner. 'By this
time very few in the Swedish army are really Swedes at all; they are
men gathered in from all nations--not a few of them from Saxony itself.
Many a citizen and countryman too has been driven by starvation to take
up the hard life of a soldier just to get the means of keeping body and
soul together. Others have been dragged by force into the Swedish
ranks, as I was. I only served one year, the year in which General
Bannier laid siege to Freiberg. I was wounded in the course of that
siege, taken prisoner, and brought into the city, and being recognised
for a Saxon born and bred, I was allowed to return to my trade. I am
just about to become a master carpenter, and have already applied to be
enrolled among the citizens.'
'Your name?'
'John Hillner of Struppen, near Pirna. Might I entreat your worship's
gracious influence on my behalf?'
'I am not yet acting-Burgomaster,' replied Schönleben rather shortly.
'You must make your application to my brother in office, Burgomaster
Richzenhayn.'
'But your worship will be in office in two or three days,' persisted
Hillner, in a tone of entreaty. 'And when you are so, let me beg you
kindly to remember my request.'
'I'll take good care to see all about that,' muttered Jüchziger to
himself. 'And thank you, Master Shavings, for giving me a handle to
catch hold of you by.'
Hillner's practised eye had not deceived him. The cavalry, between
seven and eight hundred in number, proved to belong to the enemy, and
sharply attacking the Saxon dragoons sent out to observe them,
compelled them to retire within the fortifications. Upon this the
commandant at once made all necessary preparations for defending the
town. Two companies of infantry, under Captain von Arnim, had charge
of the Peter Gate; Major Müffel, with his own men and some others,
mounted guard at the Erbis and Donat Gates; Captain Badehorn, with the
City Guard, garrisoned the Electoral Castle and the Kreuz Gate,
together with the works and space that lay between. The remaining
citizens were told off to defend the posterns and walls, in which task
they were assisted by companies of country-people and journeymen of the
various city guilds armed in all haste. Some of these auxiliaries also
waited, drawn up in their ranks before the town hall, ready to march at
a moment's notice to any specially threatened point. To the brave and
faithful miners were assigned the most dangerous duties of all, such as
extinguishing the fires caused by shells, repairing the defences
wherever the enemy might destroy them, counter-working such mines as
should be directed against the town, and making sorties to destroy the
enemy's trenches and siege-works. When all the inhabitants capable of
bearing arms had been thus told off to their several duties, the old
men, women, and children were requested to observe the appointed hours
for prayer, and ask help from the Almighty in the city's time of need.
Marshal Torstenson appeared before Freiberg on December 29. He at once
took possession of the Hospital Church and a mansion near it, both of
these buildings lying at some little distance outside the Peter Gate;
here he planted a battery of artillery, the guns of which were levelled
at the St. Peter's Tower. Before commencing hostilities, however, the
Swedish marshal sent a trumpeter to the town to inquire whether the
commandant intended to defend the place, what was his name, and whether
he knew him, Torstenson. The intrepid commandant returned for answer
that his name was George Hermann von Schweinitz, and that he hoped the
marshal would spend no more time in asking questions, but set at once
to work, when he trusted to find him a right valiant soldier.
On the same day an extraordinary surprise befell Conrad Schmidt. He
was setting things straight in the workshop, which now stood silent and
deserted, when he heard heavy footsteps approaching, and behold, in
marched an armed man whom he seemed to know and yet not to know. The
visitor wore a broad cocked hat with a little bunch of feathers at the
side, and a short tunic of green cloth, the collar and edges of which
were thickly laced with gold brocade wherever the broad sword-belt girt
round his body permitted them to be seen. From left shoulder to right
hip hung the bandolier or cartridge-belt, which was adorned with many
golden tufts, and partly hid the lion of the Freiberg city arms
embroidered on his breast. Tight breeches of green cloth reached to
the ankles, where they were met by high shoes slashed on the inner
side, and fitting much more neatly to the foot than do the shoes worn
in the present day. A long gun with a large old-fashioned German lock,
and a curved sabre, completed the equipment of the soldier, in whom
Conrad recognised first a member of the city guard known as the
'Defensioners,' and then his old comrade, John Hillner.
[Illustration: Conrad recognised an old comrade, John Hillner.]
'Do I look better now,' asked the newly-fledged soldier, 'than in my
blue apron and coloured jerkin, in the days when I handled the plane
and square?'
'Whoever could have guessed,' cried Conrad, heedless of the question,
'that you would be made a Defensioner! But are you a citizen, and do
you know your drill? The Defensioners never admit a man unless he is a
citizen and knows his exercises.'
'I know my drill all right enough,' replied John, 'and I daresay I
shall get my certificate of citizenship. Your own eyes can tell you
whether I am a Defensioner or not.'
'And you have got a beard coming too,' said Conrad, laughing. 'It's
only a little one yet, but anybody can see that it is a beard. Hallo!
Why, I declare you look uncommonly like that Swede who shot'--
Hillner's face darkened suddenly, as he interrupted Conrad with the
abrupt question, 'Is the mistress in the house?'
'Here she comes,' said Conrad, pointing to the living-room door,
through which the young widow was just entering the workshop. What
wonders a uniform can work! Mistress Blüthgen coloured with pleasure
when she saw her foreman in his new dress, asked how he was in very
friendly tones, and sent the apprentice to fetch some refreshments for
him.
On his way to the cellar Conrad said to himself: 'So at last he has let
his beard grow, and he always used to shave it all off and hide every
scrap of the hair. Bah! I knew long enough ago that it was as red as
the beard of that ugly Swede who tried to shoot me. It's an uncommonly
odd thing; coal-black hair and a red beard!'
When the lad reached the living-room again, he found the entire
household, including the miller and his wife, with little Dollie and
her father, gathered round the gaily dressed young guardsman.
'How do matters look as to the Swedes?' asked the miller.
'The marshal has sent a messenger to ask our commandant a question or
two, and has had his answer.'
'And what were the questions and answers?'
The roar of cannon followed close on the words, and the women and
children huddled together in alarm.
'You may give a pretty good guess by that what they were,' replied
Hillner. 'That's Marshal Torstenson's way of telling us how he likes
his answer.'
The thunder of the guns was heard again. While all were gazing in the
direction whence the reports seemed to come, they saw a flash issue
from the side of St. Peter's Tower, followed in a few seconds by a loud
report.
'There you have question and answer again,' said Hillner. This
exchange of shots had not gone on for very long, however, before the
fire of the Swedes destroyed the topmost parapet of the tower. The gun
planted there was silenced, and had to be moved down to a lower
chamber. By way of covering this movement, the garrison opened a heavy
fire with cannon and double arquebuses on the Swedes, who had ventured
rather nearer to the town than was quite prudent.
'Now I must be off,' said John suddenly. 'The game has begun, and I
must go and take my share in it. May God keep you all! Good-bye!'
As he hastened away the assembled household watched his retreating
figure with very various feelings.
The next day, December 31, in spite of the snow and the heavy fire of
the garrison, the Swedes opened their entrenchments before the Peter
Gate, and planted three mortars there, which threw great stones,
shells, and hundred-and-fifty pound shot into the town.
Thus closed the old year 1642, and the new year was not destined to
open upon brighter or more joyful prospects.