The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-09-15

recover his senses, he debated Wheth-
er he were not in a dream. A great
many people were pressing around
him with EXPLANATIONS of alarm and
concern. He heard their remarks
vaguely.
@His neck is broken"
"No, it is his back. Don't you see
he is paralyzed?"
"Of a truth it is his highness's
skull that is fractured. What is to
be done2"
"Take him to the castle" said one
voice.
"He must not be moved on any ac-
count" said another"
"a hot bathr
"a cold bathP'
Rub himp'
"Bleed himr'
"Water''
+ "Brandy!'
"Give him airp'
"a blisterw
ga cooling lotionp'
"a doctor"
"You, Berschoff, ride to the castle
like a WhirlWind for the doctor! Tell
him our noble lord, the Count, has
fallen from his horse, and is lying
senseless."
1t was true, as Peter Bloch now
began to comprehend. The young
Count Won Schwaltzchofensburgh
had, just before reaching the castle,
been thrown from his high blooded
steed, and Peter found that he, Pc
ter Bloch, somehow or other,
was iahabiting the Counts body.
He was himself the Count Won
Schwaltzchofensburgh, only that he
was in spirit, in thought, in feeling,
in everything but body, Peter Bloch,
the charcoal burner.
"Hurrahp' feebiy shouted Count
Peter, endeavering to rise. Where
at there was some staring among the
retinue, mingled with expressions of
joy at his recovery.
81 pray you, my Lord Count, sad
the sensechal of the castle, "conde-
scend to accept of my horse for the
once, since it has pleased your high
ness's to run away. Teuful is high
spirited, but gentle"
Peter put up his right foot, en-
cased in pointed leather and gold
spur, lifted the other awkwardly on
the saddle. and found himself seated
with his back toward the animals
head"
"My Lord Count has not yet re-
covered himself" said the equerry,
but one of the Counts pages Uttered
behind his plumed cap, as he held
the stirrup while the Count reversed
his position.
Now Peter had never in his life
before been on horseback.
He clutched the reins with one
hand and the horses name with the
other, and rolled in mortal terror
from side to side at every step Of the
high pacing steed.
sit is only his honor that is still
dizzy from his fall said the morti-
fed equerry, believing what he as
serted. But the master of the horse
from the castle, looking upon the
Count with an experienced and criti-
cising eye, muttered to the master
alarms of the castle, his firm convic-
tion that his highness was ignorant
of the noble art of horsemanship-
an opinion in which the other was
agreed.
Reaching the castle the Count was
advised by the medical men to retire
and rest for an hour or so, in which
time the feast would be spread in the
great banqueting hall. But Peter,
who felt perfectly well, and had, il
will be remembered, missed his din
ner, could not help thinking Of the
fat OK, and of all that he had heard,
but had never seen, and still less
tasted of the delicious wines and the
Luxurious viands ofthe castle larder,
So he at once declared himself hun
CRY, and ordered that the refresh
ments be brought on.
The steward, with his white badge
and baton of Office, marching in the
front, ushered in some half a dozer
henchmen, bearing various dishes
such as a highly spiced game pastry
eels done in wine, picked porpoise
stewed truffies, olives, and a PIE
composed of minced venisOn, mixed
with apples, raisins, wine,sugar, beef'
spice, and woodcock. Tne butler
followed with wines of various kinds
Peter ate long and drank deeply
until he could eat and drink no more.
Not that he liked either the dishes OF
the wines, for the latter was distaste-
fnl to his palate, and the latter he
considered utterly insipid and mawk-
Iisb and if the truth be told, not to
compare to good beer. But he was
lhungry-and, besides,were not those