New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1908-02-26
A HOLE IN THE ROCK
The Story of an Attempted Es-
cape From Gibraltar.
BURR0WING OUT OF PRISON.


/ vict Reaiff Performed In the Teeth OF
/ Constant and Systematic Supervision
/ by His Jaiiers.
Ambrose Realff was undergoing a
life sentence on the towering rock of
Gibraltar for scuttling his ship for the
sake of the insurance money The
governor told the story of Realff's at
tempt to escape:
''That fellow led a rowing life-a
daredevil that obeyed every impulse,
good or bad. And yet for three whole
years / found him a model prisoner.
At first he was employed as carpen-
ter, and a little later we put him on
the harbor works. But suddenly to
BILE thirst for freedom. At that time
Realff was in charge of all the labor
ers' pick handles and wheelbarrows in
the Rosia quarry, where he was in
stalled in little lean-to shed against
hollow in the mighty cliff. Every
report put before me extolled the
mans good behavior.
ing party of convicts would form up
and return to the prison-which, as
you know, contains some Of the tough
est characters of both east and west
and an officer would go to Realff's
shed to unlock him and bring him
along with the rest.
"But this afternoon the door was
| nn -
| And yet twenty minutes previously he
had been seen through the little win
dow when visited by the chief warder
He had even answered to his name as
he stood planning at his bench in a dark
recess. He was gone, how or where
not soul knew. Unquestionably the
| shed was locked on the outside, and
the lock had not been tempered with.
And there appeared no other exit ex-
cept the door. nothing but solid rock.
The little shanty was ransacked, emp
tied, but without result.
"Could the man, I wondered, have
discovered some secret recess? You
know the whole rock Is fairly honey
combed with holes, both natural and
artificial, like Gruyere cheese. Alarmed
at the results such an escape would
have Oh the morale of my dangerous
gangs. I had torches brought and per-
sOnally examined every nook and cram
! ny Of the cliff against which the shed
was built. Then my best officers went
over it all with hammer and crowbar.
But no, nothing but solid rock. Now
for the floor. 1t was level and fairly
smooth, just covered in places with a
little loose shinge.
Bring me a bucket of water l
cried with sudden inspiration. When it
came. I threw it carefully out and we
all watched. More and morev We
fairly inundated the floor and shouted
with excitement as We saw it ebb al
most as swiftly as we poured.
'Mere absorption was impossible
The rock was not porous. There must
be cave or tunnel below. The man
hunt was growing hotter now. Relent-
lessly we traced the ebbing streams to
dark and distant corner, where had
to get down on all tours to crawl un-
der a massive rock shelf Here the
last trlckle disappeared.
Like flash our crowbars were at
work, and, 10, big block was pried
up, revealing dark gulf below. ap-
preached it cautiously. Now, Realff,'
I cried sternly, it's all up! We've got
your
'"There was no reply. My chief
warder poked a pole down and found
depth of eight feet He and two
giant subordinates got out their re-
yolyers, seized lanterns and swung
themselves in as ticklish a job as
routing out wounded tiger from his
lair. We above waited long and
breathlessly. Suddenly a faint shout
Travelled up to US, followed by sounds
of a desperate struggle in the cavern
By and by back they came, with Realff
securely handcuffed Lowering ropes,
We hauled him up, battered, but smil-
ing
'sHe faced his disappointment with
rare pluck, flashed smile On me and
said, Better luck next time. colonel
''That was the end OF four long and
patient years of endeavor. I think he
discovered the pit shortly after he
was first put in the shed. And he had
not only enlarged it with scrap of
iron and the patience of another Baron
Trench, but he had also extended it
laterally, no doubt hoping for ultimate
escape to the sea by the subterranean
passage.
"But even this in any event was only
the first stage. Realff's provision went
much farther. He had actually built
himself boat out of nondescript
scraps Of canvas, old sacks and odds
and ends of timber 1t was a marvel
of constructive skill, yet surely none
but a desperate man would think of
committing himself to the Mediter-