CHAPTER V

At the Students' Dueling-Ground

[Dueling by Wholesale]

One day in the interest of science my agent obtained permission to bring

me to the students' dueling-place. We crossed the river and drove up

the bank a few hundred yards, then turned to the left, entered a narrow

alley, followed it a hundred yards and arrived at a two-story public

house; we were acquainted with its outside aspect, for it was visible

from the hotel. We went upstairs and passed into a large whitewashed

apartment which was perhaps fifty feet long by thirty feet wide and

twenty or twenty-five high. It was a well-lighted place. There was no

carpet. Across one end and down both sides of the room extended a row of

tables, and at these tables some fifty or seventy-five students [1. See

Appendix C] were sitting.

Some of them were sipping wine, others were playing cards, others chess,

other groups were chatting together, and many were smoking cigarettes

while they waited for the coming duels. Nearly all of them wore colored

caps; there were white caps, green caps, blue caps, red caps, and

bright-yellow ones; so, all the five corps were present in strong

force. In the windows at the vacant end of the room stood six or eight,

narrow-bladed swords with large protecting guards for the hand, and

outside was a man at work sharpening others on a grindstone.

He understood his business; for when a sword left his hand one could

shave himself with it.

It was observable that the young gentlemen neither bowed to nor spoke

with students whose caps differed in color from their own. This did not

mean hostility, but only an armed neutrality. It was considered that

a person could strike harder in the duel, and with a more earnest

interest, if he had never been in a condition of comradeship with his

antagonist; therefore, comradeship between the corps was not permitted.

At intervals the presidents of the five corps have a cold official

intercourse with each other, but nothing further. For example, when the

regular dueling-day of one of the corps approaches, its president calls

for volunteers from among the membership to offer battle; three or more

respond--but there must not be less than three; the president lays their

names before the other presidents, with the request that they furnish

antagonists for these challengers from among their corps. This is

promptly done. It chanced that the present occasion was the battle-day

of the Red Cap Corps. They were the challengers, and certain caps of

other colors had volunteered to meet them. The students fight duels in

the room which I have described, TWO DAYS IN EVERY WEEK DURING SEVEN

AND A HALF OR EIGHT MONTHS IN EVERY YEAR. This custom had continued in

Germany two hundred and fifty years.

To return to my narrative. A student in a white cap met us and

introduced us to six or eight friends of his who also wore white caps,

and while we stood conversing, two strange-looking figures were led in

from another room. They were students panoplied for the duel. They were

bareheaded; their eyes were protected by iron goggles which projected an

inch or more, the leather straps of which bound their ears flat against

their heads were wound around and around with thick wrappings which

a sword could not cut through; from chin to ankle they were padded

thoroughly against injury; their arms were bandaged and rebandaged,

layer upon layer, until they looked like solid black logs. These weird

apparitions had been handsome youths, clad in fashionable attire,

fifteen minutes before, but now they did not resemble any beings one

ever sees unless in nightmares. They strode along, with their arms

projecting straight out from their bodies; they did not hold them out

themselves, but fellow-students walked beside them and gave the needed

support.

There was a rush for the vacant end of the room, now, and we followed

and got good places. The combatants were placed face to face, each with

several members of his own corps about him to assist; two seconds, well

padded, and with swords in their hands, took their stations; a student

belonging to neither of the opposing corps placed himself in a good

position to umpire the combat; another student stood by with a watch and

a memorandum-book to keep record of the time and the number and nature

of the wounds; a gray-haired surgeon was present with his lint, his

bandages, and his instruments.

After a moment's pause the duelists saluted the umpire respectfully,

then one after another the several officials stepped forward, gracefully

removed their caps and saluted him also, and returned to their places.

Everything was ready now; students stood crowded together in the

foreground, and others stood behind them on chairs and tables. Every

face was turned toward the center of attraction.

The combatants were watching each other with alert eyes; a perfect

stillness, a breathless interest reigned. I felt that I was going to

see some wary work. But not so. The instant the word was given, the two

apparitions sprang forward and began to rain blows down upon each other

with such lightning rapidity that I could not quite tell whether I saw

the swords or only flashes they made in the air; the rattling din of

these blows as they struck steel or paddings was something wonderfully

stirring, and they were struck with such terrific force that I could not

understand why the opposing sword was not beaten down under the assault.

Presently, in the midst of the sword-flashes, I saw a handful of hair

skip into the air as if it had lain loose on the victim's head and a

breath of wind had puffed it suddenly away.

The seconds cried "Halt!" and knocked up the combatants' swords with

their own. The duelists sat down; a student official stepped forward,

examined the wounded head and touched the place with a sponge once or

twice; the surgeon came and turned back the hair from the wound--and

revealed a crimson gash two or three inches long, and proceeded to bind

an oval piece of leather and a bunch of lint over it; the tally-keeper

stepped up and tallied one for the opposition in his book.

Then the duelists took position again; a small stream of blood was

flowing down the side of the injured man's head, and over his shoulder

and down his body to the floor, but he did not seem to mind this. The

word was given, and they plunged at each other as fiercely as before;

once more the blows rained and rattled and flashed; every few moments

the quick-eyed seconds would notice that a sword was bent--then they

called "Halt!" struck up the contending weapons, and an assisting

student straightened the bent one.

The wonderful turmoil went on--presently a bright spark sprung from

a blade, and that blade broken in several pieces, sent one of its

fragments flying to the ceiling. A new sword was provided and the fight

proceeded. The exercise was tremendous, of course, and in time the

fighters began to show great fatigue. They were allowed to rest a

moment, every little while; they got other rests by wounding each other,

for then they could sit down while the doctor applied the lint and

bandages. The law is that the battle must continue fifteen minutes if

the men can hold out; and as the pauses do not count, this duel was

protracted to twenty or thirty minutes, I judged. At last it was decided

that the men were too much wearied to do battle longer. They were led

away drenched with crimson from head to foot. That was a good fight, but

it could not count, partly because it did not last the lawful fifteen

minutes (of actual fighting), and partly because neither man was

disabled by his wound. It was a drawn battle, and corps law requires

that drawn battles shall be refought as soon as the adversaries are well

of their hurts.

During the conflict, I had talked a little, now and then, with a young

gentleman of the White Cap Corps, and he had mentioned that he was to

fight next--and had also pointed out his challenger, a young gentleman

who was leaning against the opposite wall smoking a cigarette and

restfully observing the duel then in progress.

My acquaintanceship with a party to the coming contest had the effect of

giving me a kind of personal interest in it; I naturally wished he might

win, and it was the reverse of pleasant to learn that he probably would

not, because, although he was a notable swordsman, the challenger was

held to be his superior.

The duel presently began and in the same furious way which had marked

the previous one. I stood close by, but could not tell which blows told

and which did not, they fell and vanished so like flashes of light. They

all seemed to tell; the swords always bent over the opponents' heads,

from the forehead back over the crown, and seemed to touch, all the

way; but it was not so--a protecting blade, invisible to me, was always

interposed between. At the end of ten seconds each man had struck twelve

or fifteen blows, and warded off twelve or fifteen, and no harm done;

then a sword became disabled, and a short rest followed whilst a new one

was brought. Early in the next round the White Corps student got an ugly

wound on the side of his head and gave his opponent one like it. In the

third round the latter received another bad wound in the head, and the

former had his under-lip divided. After that, the White Corps student

gave many severe wounds, but got none of the consequence in return.

At the end of five minutes from the beginning of the duel the surgeon

stopped it; the challenging party had suffered such injuries that any

addition to them might be dangerous. These injuries were a fearful

spectacle, but are better left undescribed. So, against expectation, my

acquaintance was the victor.

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