CHAPTER XXVIII

THE ARMISTICE OF ZNAYM

The guests of Anthony Steeger, the innkeeper of Lienz, had been

greatly excited to-day; they had talked, debated, lamented, and

sworn a great deal. In accordance with the request of Andreas Hofer,

the most influential leaders of the Tyrolese had met there and drawn

up, as Hofer proposed, a petition to the Emperor Francis, who was

now in Hungary at one of the palaces belonging to the Prince of

Lichtenstein. The disastrous tidings of the battle of Wagram had

been followed a few days afterward by news fully as disheartening.

The Archduke Charles had concluded an armistice with the Emperor

Napoleon at Znaym, on the 12th of July, 1809. By this armistice

hostilities were to be suspended till the 20th of August; but in the

mean time the Austrians were to evacuate the Tyrol, Styria, and

Carinthia entirely, and restore to the Bavarians and French the

fortified cities which they had occupied.

These calamitous terms of the armistice had induced Andreas Hofer to

summon some of his friends to Lienz, and draw up with them a

petition to the emperor, in which they implored him with touching

humility to have mercy upon them in their distress, and not to

forsake his faithful Tyrol. They stated that they had been told that

the Austrian troops, in accordance with the stipulations of the

armistice, were to evacuate the Tyrol, but this did not confer upon

the French and Bavarians the right of occupying the Tyrol. They

besought the emperor to prevent this, and not to permit the enemy to

occupy the country.

Such were the contents of the petition which Andreas Hofer and the

other leaders of the Tyrolese had signed to-day at the inn of

Anthony Steeger, at Lienz, and which Jacob Sieberer was to convey as

the last cry of the despairing Tyrol to the headquarters of the

emperor at Totis, while Eisenstecken was to deliver a copy of the

petition to General Buol, commander-in-chief of the Austrian troops.

Night had now come; the friends and comrades had long since left

Anthony Steeger's house, and Andreas Hofer alone remained with him

to talk with his faithful friend about the disastrous change in

their affairs, and the gloomy prospects of the future.

"I cannot believe that all is as they say," said Andreas Hofer, with

a sigh. "The emperor promised us solemnly never to give up or

forsake again his faithful Tyrol, and it would be high-treason to

suppose that the emperor will not honestly redeem his pledges. No,

no; I tell you, Anthony, the emperor and our dear Archduke John

certainly do not intend to abandon us; only the Austrian generals

are opposed to the continuance of the war, and long to get away from

our mountains, because they are afraid of Bonaparte, and think he

would punish them if they should stay here any longer and refuse to

deliver the province to his tender mercies."

"I am likewise loth to believe that the Emperor Francis would

forsake us," said Anthony Steeger, nodding his head approvingly.

"For the emperor loves us, and will not allow us to fall into the

hands of the infidel Bonaparte, who has just committed another

outrage by arresting the Holy Father in Rome and dragging him away

from his capital."

"Well, the Holy Father excommunicated him for this outrage," cried

Andreas Hofer, with flashing eyes; "he called down the wrath of God

and man on the head of the Anti-christ, and rendered it incumbent on

every pious Christian to wage war against the criminal who laid his

ruthless hands even upon the holy Church, and trampled under foot

him whom the Almighty has anointed. Anthony Steeger, let me tell

you, I will not allow the French to return to our country, and never

will I permit the Austrians to evacuate the Tyrol."

"And how will you prevent them from so doing?" asked Anthony

Steeger, shrugging his shoulders.

"I said to-day how I and all of us are going to prevent it. We shall

not suffer the Austrians to depart; we shall keep them here by

prayers, stratagems, or force. I have given instructions to all the

commanders to do so; I have given them written orders which they are

to communicate to our other friends, and in which I command them not

to permit the departure of the Austrians. I believe I am commander-

in-chief as yet, and they will obey my bidding."

"If they can do it, Andy, they certainly will; but what if they

cannot? What if the Austrians cannot be kept here by prayers or

stratagem?"

"In that case we must resort to force," cried Hofer impetuously. "We

must compel them to stay here; the whole Tyrol must rise as one man

and with its strong arms keep the Austrians in the country. Yes,

yes, Anthony, we must do it; it will be best for us all. It must

look as though we detain the Austrians by force, and this will be

most agreeable to the Emperor Francis; for what fault of his is it

that the Tyrolese prevent him from carrying out what he promised to

Bonaparte in the armistice? It is not his fault, then, if the

Austrians stay here, and if we prevent them from leaving our

mountains. We must detain them, we must. And I will write

immediately to old Red-beard, Father Haspinger, Joseph Speckbacher,

and Anthony Wallner. I will summon them to a conference with me, and

we will concert measures for a renewed rising of the Tyrol. Give me

pen and ink, Tony; I will write in the first place to old Red-beard,

and your Joe shall take the letter this very night to his convent."

Anthony Steeger hastened to bring him what he wanted, and while

Hofer scrawled the letter, his friend stood behind him, and followed

with attentive eyes every word which Andreas finished with

considerable difficulty.

Both were so much absorbed in the letter that they did not perceive

that the door opened behind them, and that Baron von Hormayr, in a

dusty travelling-dress, entered the room. For a moment he stood

still at the door and cast a searching glance on the two men; he

then advanced quickly toward Andreas Hofer, and, laying his hand on

his shoulder, he said: "Well, Andy, what are you writing there?"

Andreas looked up, but the unexpected arrival of the baron did not

seem to excite his surprise. "I am writing to old Red-beard," he

said; "I am writing to him that he is to come to me immediately. And

after finishing the letter to old Red-beard, I will write the same

thing to Speckbacher and Anthony Wallner, Mr. Intendant of the

Tyrol."

"Do not apply that title to me any longer, Andy," said Hormayr, with

a slight frown. "I am no longer intendant of the Tyrol, for you know

that we must leave the Tyrol and restore it to the French and

Bavarians."

"I for one do not know it, Mr. Intendant of the Tyrol," cried

Andreas, with an angry glance. "I know only that the Archduke John

appointed you military intendant of the Tyrol, and that you took a

solemn oath to aid us in becoming once more, and remaining,

Austrians."

"I think, Andy, I have honestly redeemed my pledges," said Hormayr.

"I assisted you everywhere to the best of my power, was always in

your midst, encouraging, organizing, fighting, and mediating; and I

think you will admit that I had likewise my little share in the

deliverance of the Tyrol, and proved myself one of its good and

faithful sons."

"Well, yes, it is true," murmured Hofer; "you did a great deal of

good, and, above all things, you gained over to our side the

Austrian generals, who would not have anything to do with us

peasants, and refused to make common cause with us; for you possess

a very eloquent tongue, and what can be accomplished by means of the

tongue you do accomplish. But now, sir, the tongue will no longer

suffice, and we must fight also with the sword."

"God forbid, Andy!" exclaimed Hormayr; "you know that the emperor

has concluded an armistice with Bonaparte, and while it lasts we are

not allowed to fight with the sword."

"The emperor has concluded an armistice? Well, then, let there be an

armistice. But you will not confine yourself to an armistice--you

intend to evacuate the Tyrol. That seems to me no fair armistice,

and therefore I shall summon old Red-beard, and my other faithful

friends, and concert with them measures to prevent you from

concluding such an unfair armistice, and forsaking us."

"And Andy is right in doing so!" exclaimed Anthony Steeger. "We must

not permit the Austrians to leave the province, and we are firmly

resolved that we will not."

"You are fools, both of you," said Hormayr, shrugging his shoulders.

"The Emperor Francis agreed positively that the Austrian troops

should evacuate the Tyrol during the armistice; hence, the troops

must leave, lest the emperor should break his word."

"But if they do, the emperor breaks the word he pledged to us,"

cried Anthony Steeger, vehemently.

"Anthony Steeger," said Hormayr, sternly, "I have come hither to

have an interview with Andreas Hofer, to whom I wish to communicate

something of great importance. Therefore, be so kind as to withdraw,

and leave me alone with him."

"I believe Andy does not want to keep any thing secret from me, and

I might, therefore, just as well stay here. Say, Andy, is it not

so?"

"It is. Speak, Mr. Intendant; Tony may hear it all."

"No, Andy, I shall not speak unless I am alone with you; and what I

have to say to you is highly important to the Tyrol. But no one but

yourself must hear it."

"If that is the case, go out and leave me alone with the intendant,"

said Hofer, shaking hands with his friend.

Anthony Steeger cast an angry glance on Hormayr, and left the room.

"I know very well why he wanted to get rid of me," he growled, as

soon as he was out in the hall. "He intends to persuade Andreas

Hofer to leave with the Austrians and abandon the Tyrol. He thinks

when he is alone with Hofer, he will yield sooner because he is a

weak and good-hearted man, who would like to comply with every one's

wishes. He thinks if I were present I should tell Andy the truth,

and not permit him to desert our cause, and set a bad example to the

others. Well, I will keep a sharp lookout, and if the intendant

really tries to take him away with him, I will endeavor to detain

him forcibly."

When the door had closed after Anthony Steeger, Hormayr nodded

kindly to Andreas Hofer and shook hands with him.

"Now we are alone, Andy," he said, "and will speak confidentially a

word which no one is to hear save us two."

"But you should always bear in mind that God Almighty is present,

and listens to us," said Hofer, lifting his eyes devoutly to heaven.

"We shall speak nothing that can offend the good God!" exclaimed

Hormayr, laughing. "We shall speak of you, Andy, and the Tyrol. I

wish to pray you, Andy, in the name of the Archduke John, who sent

me to you, and who sent his kindest greetings with me, not to close

your ears against good and well-meant advice."

"What did the archduke say? What does he want of me?" asked Andreas,

quickly.

"He wishes Andreas Hofer, like himself, to submit to the emperor's

orders quietly and patiently; he wishes Andreas Hofer to yield to

stern necessity, and no longer sow the seeds of hatred and discord,

but obey the will of his master with Christian humility and

resignation. He wishes Andreas Hofer to set a good example to all

the Tyrolese, and undertake nothing in opposition to the

stipulations of the armistice; and the Archduke John finally wishes

his beloved Andreas Hofer to secure his life and liberty by leaving

the Tyrol with the Austrian troops, and remaining for some time

under the protection of the imperial army."

"Never, never will I do that!" cried Andreas, vehemently; "never

will I leave my beloved country! I swore to the priest, and in my

own heart, that, while I lived, I would be faithful to my God, my

emperor, and my country, and that I would spill the last drop of

blood for our liberty, our constitution, and our emperor; and never

will I break my oath, never will I desert my flag like a faithless

soldier!"

"But, Andy, you are not to desert it, but only convey it to a place

of safety for a short time. Listen to me, Andy, and let me tell you

all about it. You think all may be changed yet, and you may prevent

the Austrians from leaving your mountains. But unfortunately it is

already too late. Already the Austrian general-in-chief, Baron von

Buol, has concentrated his scattered forces, and marched them to-

night from Brixen to Schabs. There you can do nothing against him;

his artillery and ammunition are safe there, and you cannot hinder

him from marching with his troops this very day into Carinthia."

"But we can prevent General Schmidt from surrendering the fortress

of Sachsenburg to General Rusca," cried Andreas, triumphantly.

"Do you think Commander Joseph Turk, in Upper Carinthia, surprised

and occupied the fortress of Sachsenburg immediately, because you

wrote to him to do so previous to Rusca's arrival? You look at me so

wonderingly, you big child? See, here is your letter to Joseph Turk!

Our men intercepted it; hence, Joseph Turk did not occupy the

fortress, and General Rusca has arrived there already."

"It is my letter, indeed," sighed Andreas Hofer, staring at the

paper which Hormayr had handed to him. "They did not allow it to

reach Joseph Turk; they no longer respect what I say and do."

"They cannot, Andy, for your and their superior, the emperor, has

ordered the soldiers to evacuate the Tyrol. It was surely most

repugnant to the emperor to do so, and I know that the Archduke John

shed tears of grief and rage on being obliged to instruct General

Buol to evacuate the Tyrol. But he submitted to stern necessity, and

you will do so too, Andy."

"What am I to do, then? What do you want of me?" asked Andreas, with

tears in his eyes.

"The Archduke John wants you to preserve yourself for better times,

Andy. He implores you to repair to a place of safety, not only for

the sake of your wife and children, but also for that of your

fatherland. Believe me, Andreas, a gloomy time is dawning upon the

Tyrol. The enemy is approaching on all sides, and the French and

Bavarians have already crossed the frontiers of the Tyrol in order

to occupy it again."

"And all our blood has been shed in vain!" cried Hofer, bursting

into tears. "All the faithful Tyrolese who have fallen in battle

gave up their lives for nothing. We fought bravely; the good God

helped us in battle; but men deserted us, and even the emperor, for

whom we fought, will not redeem the pledges he gave us, nor help us

in our sore distress."

"The emperor will never abandon his faithful Tyrolese," said

Hormayr; "only you must be patient. He cannot do any thing now; he

can not endanger his whole empire to serve the small province of the

Tyrol. For the time being, further resistance is out of the

question, but the emperor profits by the armistice to concentrate a

new army; and when hostilities are resumed, he will first think of

the Tyrol, and deliver it from the enemy."

"But until then the Tyrol itself ought to maintain its liberty!"

exclaimed Andreas Hofer, with flashing eyes. "Listen to what I wish

to say to you, Mr. Intendant, and what God Himself prompts me to

tell you. I see full well that the emperor himself is unable to

speak for the Tyrol, and cannot order his troops to remain in the

country; I see full well that the emperor, sorely pressed as he is

by Bonaparte, cannot do any thing for us. But until he is ready

again, someone ought to be courageous enough to take his place and,

as the emperor's lieutenant, defend the Tyrol against the enemy.

You, Mr. Intendant, are the man to do it. You have often assured us

that you were a brave and patriotic son of the Tyrol; prove now that

you told us the truth. Instead of leaving the Tyrol at this hour of

its greatest peril, and surrendering it to the enemy, place yourself

at its head, protect it against the enemy, and preserve it to the

emperor. [Footnote: "Gallery of Heroes: Andreas Hofer," p. 103.]

Become Duke of Tyrol, take charge of the government and defence of

the country. As provisional duke, call upon the faithful people to

take up arms, and they will rise as one man and defend its frontiers

against every enemy. Rule over the Tyrol in the emperor's place,

until he himself is able again to do so and fold us again to his

heart."

"What you say is nonsense, Andy," exclaimed Hormayr, shrugging his

shoulders. "You want me to become provisional Duke of Tyrol? Why,

the whole world would laugh at me, and the emperor would punish me

as a rebel!"

"Well, then," cried Andreas Hofer, in a powerful voice, "if you will

not do it, I will! I shall take charge of the government and call

myself 'Andreas Hofer, Sandwirth of Passeyr and Duke of Tyrol,' as

long as it pleases God!" [Footnote: Andreas Hofer's own words.--See

Hormayr's "Andreas Hofer," vol. ii., p. 361.]

"No, you will not, Andy," said Hormayr, gravely; "you will be

sensible, on the contrary, and not, from worldly pride, endanger

your country, your friends, and yourself. Bear in mind, Andy, that

you would be responsible for the blood that would be shed, if you

should incite the people to rebellion, and that you would be the

murderer of all those who should fall in the struggle provoked by

you so recklessly and in open opposition to the orders of your

emperor. Bow your head, Andy, and submit as we all do. Intrust your

and our cause to God; as it is good and just, He will not forsake

it, but render it victorious when it is time."

"I believe you," sighed Andreas; "but how can I keep quiet when, as

you have often told me, I am God's instrument and destined by Him to

deliver the dear Tyrol from the enemy? And what would my brave

lieutenants say if their commander-in-chief, Andreas Hofer, were to

leave the country in its sore distress, after he had taken an oath

to defend it while he lived? Would they not point their fingers at

me, and call me a traitor, a Judas Iscariot who sold his country for

the sake of his own safety?"

"You are mistaken, Andy. You think your friends, the captains and

other commanders, with whom you fought for the deliverance of the

Tyrol, would despise you if you followed the Austrians now and saved

your life? Now listen to me, my friend. Your best friends, the brave

Tyrolese captains, in whom you repose the greatest confidence, will

leave the Tyrol this very day of their own accord and accompany our

Austrian troops to Carinthia."

"That is false, that is impossible!" cried Andreas, vehemently.

"Speckbacher will never do so."

"Yes, he will, Andy. I saw him this morning. Here resisted and

fought as long as he could; but since the armistice compels him to

lay down the sword, and since, moreover, the French and Bavarians

are entering the country once more, he feels that it is better for

him to save his life than be caught and hung here by the vindictive

enemy. Hence, Speckbacher accepted the offer of the Austrian

officers, and will accompany them."

"Joseph Speckbacher will leave the Tyrol?" murmured Andreas Hofer,

mournfully.

"And he is not the only one, Andreas: Aschbacher, Puechler,

Sieberer, and many other brave captains of the Tyrolese, will

likewise leave with the Austrians. All have asked me to implore you

to follow their example, and flee from the perils menacing you all.

Oh, believe them, believe me, Andreas! If you stay here, the

Bavarians will not rest until they have taken you prisoner--until

their hated enemy, the formidable Barbone, has fallen into their

hands. Dear Andy, think of your wife at home, the faithful Anna

Gertrude, who prays for you morning and evening, and beseeches the

Almighty to spare the life of her dear husband; think of your dear

children, whose only protector and supporter you are; do not make

your dear wife a widow, nor your sweet children orphans! Andreas

Hofer, you cannot now be useful to the fatherland; save yourself,

then, for your wife and children!"

"My good wife, my dear children!" sighed Andreas, profoundly moved;

"it is true, they love me dearly, and would be very lonely on earth

if their father should be taken from them!"

"Preserve their father to them, then, and preserve yourself also to

the fatherland! Follow the example of your brave friends

Speckbacher, Aschbacher, Sieberer, and all the others; accompany us,

leave the Tyrol for a while, and when the time has come, return with

them and fight once more for the deliverance of the country."

"Speckbacher will leave, and so will all the others," murmured

Andreas to himself. "The Tyrol will fall again into the enemy's

hands, and all has been in vain!"

He hung his head and heaved a deep sigh.

"Come, Andreas, be sensible; think of yourself and your family,"

said Hormayr, beseechingly. "I have come hither for the sole purpose

of taking you with me; let me not have travelled in vain from Brixen

to Lienz. Come, Andreas, come! My carriage is in readiness at the

door; let us ride together to Matrey. Speckbacher, the other

friends, and the Austrians are waiting for us there; we shall cross

the Tyrolese frontier with them this very day, and you and all your

friends will be safe. Therefore, do not hesitate any longer, but

come!"

"I cannot make up my mind so suddenly," said Hofer, disengaging

himself gently from the hand of Hormayr, who was trying to draw him

up from his chair. "It is a grave, momentous step which you ask me

to take, and before I can do so I must consult God and pray to him

fervently. Therefore, pray leave me alone a little while, that I may

speak to the good God and consult him and my conscience."

"Very well, Andy, I give you a quarter of an hour to make up your

mind," exclaimed Hormayr, approaching the door.

"A quarter of an hour is not enough," said Andreas, shaking his

head. "It is late at night, and night is the time for repose and

prayer. Therefore, stay here, Mr. Intendant; sleep a few hours, and

to-morrow morning, at sunrise, come to my chamber and awaken me. I

will tell you then what God in heaven has told me to do."

"You pledge me your word, Andreas, that you will not leave during

the present night?"

"I do. I shall stay here. And now good-night. My heart is profoundly

moved, and I long for repose. This is my chamber; I begged Anthony

Steeger to let me have it; he has fine rooms for aristocratic guests

up-stairs, and he will give you one of them. Now good-night, sir!"

He bowed kindly to the baron, shook hands with him, and conducted

him to the door.

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