The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-10-22

quarters in the sponging. house with the ditch Of
the fortress outside. He can stand this state OF
things no longer; he must make a bold dash and
get in, although he had no passport. A wagon
with hay approached the gate. lie took his place
at us side, like a party in charge and entered
without inquiry, lie was scarcely within tho
walls before he saw an old friend, Captain r.,
rushing up to salute him. Edmund s. placed
bis finger on the side Of his nose and gave him
the go-by.
Our hero felt that under such circumstances,
the shorter be made his stay in Verdun the better
for himself and his friends so he forthwith pro-
cured blank passport, and after applying him
self for few days With the most conscientious
diligence 90 the practice Of initiating other mems
autographs, lac succeeded in producing a most
respectable and yeritabc-loohdng passport, with
the names Of the projects duly affixed or forged,
With this idUCumlnt q new suit ot T1unCh rcg-
mcRtals, ana money in his purse, nc had no dH-
Guilty I'm leaving NCrduu as an officer about to
join bis regiment in Spain.
Our hero, whose destination was BordcauN, in
the south of France, took Paris I'm mis- route.
where he remained and amused himself for about
three weeks, during which time he assumed the
garb Of a civilian.
He travelled by diligence from Paris to Bor-
dcauN. In The diligence he met two French odi-
ctrs, and one Of them, in course Of conversation,
asked him If he were a FrcnClmau. ono" re-
piled our hero, "lm o DutChman, but / have
lived long lime In France" Tho reply, us Ed
mund expected, Shut up The trenchmau, who
He was received most kindly and entertained
most Hospitality by family at Bordeaux, who
promised every assistance to facilitate his object
Here be remained two months without any FEAST
bic mode of escape presenting ITSELF when he re-
solved, Ike Cesar 20 commit himself and his
fortunes TO the sea, which he looked upon as a
portion Of the British dOminiOns. He might pro
badly fall in with one Of the vessels of the Eng
liSh fleet which was lowering about the coast.
The city Of Bordeaux, rs the reader is aware, is
situated on the river Garonnc, which empties
Itself into The Bay of Biscay. Hero, at Bordeaux
our hero purchased a small ishing-bOat, laid in a
stock Of provisions, hired a sailor as sieersmin
and passed down the river in the Jacket, boots,
and clapeau Of French fisherman. On the
evening Of the second day they were in the
estuary of the river and before them rolled the
Bay of BisCay, looking as fierce and Open-mouthod
as shark. "The Critter"-as Long Tom Coffin
said Of tie harpooned whac-"was In It's furry"
But, Notwithstanding its swell and flurry-per-
haps "tury" would be the better torm-our hero
told the steersman to "sai out"
"Wherc out, sir - inquired the helmsman, in
surprise.
"Out to sea--nto the bay"
"Itwould be madness, sir it would be destruc-
tion. This boat could never live in such q sea-"
"Did you ever try Z"
Never, sir"
"Ihen you can know nothing about it. Sail
out I tell youi or shall take the rudder from
your hands"
The sailor was stubborn, and, when coerccd,
u
ship which lay in the mouth of the river. Our
lieutenant, seeing this drew out pistol, placed
1t at his head, and threatened TO blow his brains
out if he moved finger or gave any alarm.
Being in this way perfectly cOwed by the resolute
conduct of his employer, he implicitly followed
his directions. But some boatmen on the beach,
suspectiUg that all was not right, pushed out two
boats and gave chase. The wind which was
fresh and from the southeast was in favor Of our
hero's little craft, which carried her canvas with
case, and rose on the bosom Of the swelling
billows like a cork.
In the course of two or three hours the pursu-
Ing boats were nowhere" At daybreak the
next morning our hero found himself within
hail of the British feet lying at anchor in the
Basque Roads. The sailors, when made Rc-
quainted with our lieutenant's history, received
him with hearty cheers-the officers and admiral
with open arms.
Here terminates the history of our hero's
remarkable escapes. At Waterloo he was hit
with round shot, which carried off one of his
legs. He lived till the next morning, but died OF
the hemorrhage, in the thirty seventh year Of
his age.