New experiments

The powerful youth life organization won the death: five days after the suicide attempt, Frigyes Trenk recovered.

During this time, carpenters and locksmiths were also finished with the new doors. This time they brought doors covered with iron sheet. The blacksmith and tailor were also finished with the new toilet. The handcuffs, frogs, and iron belts were forged this time on her naked body, and because of these it was impossible to dress and undress: they were helped by sewing a shirt on the rough sailcloth onto her body: it was stripped off of it every two weeks and a new one was sewn on; and his footstool was buttoned along two sides: he could deal with it himself after a little practice.

His chains, which were beaten to his feet, allowed him to leave his bed two steps away and stand up on it. At such times he could reach with his head to the wired window on the vault of his prison.

It took three weeks for his name to sound through the window again: “Trenk!” By then, the faithful Gefhardt was on guard.

It was night: they could talk to each other.

Gefhardt told him that it was much easier to break out of this prison than from the other. He saw the construction of this. The foundation is no deeper than two feet, and all under it is full of white sand.

His first thing was to make money, because money is great even in prison.

Frederick removed the inner glass window, and widened a hole in the wire cloth so large that he could insert paper, a thin wax candle, sulfur wire, and a piece of burning tap. -323-through the faithful Gefhardt with the help of a long wire.

The good soul forgot about the ink; and it could have been introduced in a reed; but what is the blood for? Frederick stabbed him in the finger and immediately had ink, writing a letter to Vienna to Ruckhardt’s friend, along with a voucher for three thousand forints to Trenk’s trust fund.

Ruckhardt was a waist, honest man.

Frederick instructed him to keep a thousand forints for travel expenses and to come to Gummern, a Saxon town two miles from Magdeburg, to walk along the main street, holding a letter in his hand, on 15 August. A man who holds a lot of tobacco in his hand will find out. Give him two thousand forints in gold. “He gave the same instruction to Gefhardt.” He had to be that smoker.

A thousand of the two thousand forints were promised to him.

After August 15, Frederick waited anxiously for the announcement day after day.

Soon the prison window rang.

“Everything went well,” Gefhardt said. Tomorrow at noon I will do the calefactor service, the money will be in the water jug.

That’s what happened. At noon the next day, Gefhardt brought the bread (cut in half so that no forbidden tools could be hidden in it) and the water jug.

As the prison doors closed again, Frederick reached into his jar. There was the gold. He grabbed it. It was more than imagined. The whole two thousand forints. The honest Gefhardt did not keep the part promised to him, taking only five gold as travel expenses.

For the time being, Frederick hid the money in his straw bag.

But in addition to gold, he received something else, an ore even more expensive than gold in the land of prisons. -324-A pair of fine steel rasps. These were baked into bread. The bread was cut in half so that they would not be put into the world.

Now then you could get to work.

It went with great practice! First, take the frogs off their feet. Even so that they can be put back again and no one can notice in the daily examination that they are not intact. To saw through one of the eyes of the chains, to thin the other so that the amazon can be pulled through and then, when replacing it, to replace the gaps in the two links with chewed bread and smeared with iron rust. That’s how it went every day.

And with the help of a long nail, he unscrewed the cohesive bows from the waistband, thus getting rid of it. He was able to pull the handcuffs on his hands as easily as a glove.

When he got rid of his chains, his first thing was to open the window of his prison. There were panes of glass on it, tucked between lead. So far he had practiced extracting a plate from the lead, traveling through it with Gefhardt; but now he had the tools to do so and reached for the staples that held the pane to the wall and could pull it out. So then all night, fresh air could come to his prison: he was no longer killed by that murderous lime mist.

Now after that he saw the work of escape.

This prison was not paved with bricks, but plucked out. Three rows of oak planks, stacked crossed together and mixed with a foot-long iron nails, formed the floor.

Well, since those iron nails were very good to be pulled out by Frigyes Trenk. The iron rod intended for his arms was perfectly suited to pull his handle out of the nine-inch planks by hanging it on the head of the nail. It took strength. Then Frederick took that long, thick nail, and kneeling on its tombstone, began to grind a chisel out of it. The tombstone was good for that.-325-

He started the work with this rudimentary tool.

He engraved the top plank overnight, a foot and a half away from the wall. But this attacked a finger gap in the board. However, it went two more inches into the wall. Frederick pulled out the whole piece of planks, fitted it nicely to the cut piece, glued the crevice with bread, and sprinkled it with powder. The supervisors did not notice anything. When they arrived at noon, the prisoner was already sitting on his bed, chained to the wall with his hands, legs, waist, the window pane in place, the chisel nail pulled out of the floor pounded again. No sign of suspicion.

He then cut through the second and third plank layers and found the sand layer under the prison. He scraped a cubic foot out of it with his bare hands and hid it on the bottom of his bed.

He needed this cavity very much.

When you were done with that, you were able to work with a larger device. He even lifted the grate from his window, and now Gefhardt could hand him the tools, a knife, a drill for earthmoving; later even a pair of pistols, gunpowder and bullets to it. They could all be hidden by the prisoner in the cavity below the planks.

But his most cunning tool was the canvas hose through which he filled the excavated sand through his window when Gefhardt was on guard. This was the hardest part of the work of salvation. On other days, he hid the dug sand in his bed, he had no idea to examine the tip.

Frederick won even more with this connection. The faithful pomegranate stuffed him with so much smoked sausage through the window that he could fill his food store with it, the meat dish adding to his physical strength: he was already living well. He could even make sure the sunny officer’s frizzy nose didn’t sniff that there was an onion scent in this prison. Who can figure out which way?-326-

In a few days he reached the foundation of prison. It was not two feet that Gefhardt believed, but four feet.

Then, with his half-body split on the floor, his upper part descending upside down, he had to scrape the sand out from under the stones of the foundation. And the wall was wide.

Later, the dug hole widened, fitting quite into it; then the work went easier. That the fox and the badger dug a hole: by scraping the ground under his belly, and scratching what he had scratched at half-night, pushing it back with his feet at half-night, and applying it to his prison.

He also came up with something weird to hide his money.

He brought with Gefhardt a thick drill that corresponds to a gold perimeter; it drilled holes in the door glue. He stuck his gold in there; glued the drilled hole with breadcrumbs. In the morning he used to be surprised by the whole door by the gleaming cellar; no drilling could be noticed on it.

Then when he was tired at work, he lit the coil of wax, took out his stationery (he already had ink) and wrote poems, wrote satires. And when he read them to himself, he began to laugh with a big laugh. He laughed at his tyrants!

Then he picked up his handcuffs again – and still laughed.

One day, there was a big accident with the prisoner.

In the morning, when the guard soldier was replaced (every six hours, a different one came), Frederick wanted to put the removed window back in place, but the clamp slipped and with it the whole window fell to the ground, three panes of glass shattered.

With that, the bottom of the world fell out!

If the investigators come at noon and immediately see the missing window panes, this will lead to a more rigorous examination: everything will be discovered.

And Gefhardt was already there: an old grenade launcher stood in the guard instead.-327-

Frederick, in despair, tempted the perilous assassination: he addressed the strass whistling under his window.

– Buddy, sir! Do me a little service, which is why I will give you thirty gold.

The guard was shocked at first. Soldiers are barred from mingling with prisoners under the death penalty. But the magic of money won.

– What? Does a cloth have thirty gold?

Frederick took the thirty gold in his hand and scattered it through the double lattice at the soldier’s feet.

He had never seen so much money in his life.

“So what do I do about it?”

“Get me, but right away, three pieces of window glass in the city, the size of this piece of paper.”

With that, Frederick threw the measure in front of him.

The Pomeranian veteran was a cheerful ficus. He picked up the gold and walked over to his camera, which was set up at the door on the opposite side of the prison: he handed it his rifle, asking him to take care of the prisoner’s window as he ran home for his forgotten pipe at home.

The buddy found the justification correct: all he had to do was go around Trenk’s extra prison, under which his buddy could sneak out of the star rampart at the door of the palladium, run down to the city, get the weighed glass windows at the window, and wash the water back in front of them. He also handed them through the window to Trenk. Trenk rewarded this service with another ten gold coins.

By noon, the window was in place. The glass pots are neatly cleaned.

Then mine work continued.

The underground vacancy that had begun had to re-use the entire prison, which was a solid building, and even the surrounding rampart and pallizade. This work lasted eight months.-328-

Even then, the prisoner was moving so far under the ground that he could calculate that after a few more weeks of rummaging he would emerge on the other side of the rampart.

And then, for the second time, he made the big mistake in which his first escape attempt failed. It was not enough that one night, when Gefhardton was on the line of guarding, he would break out of the ground and then, with this belief, sail across the Elbe and then run to where he saw the world before him; but again wrote a letter to his Viennese friend, Ruckhardt, to come before him to Gummern and wait for him on the appointed deadline and then for another six days next to the Bergen monastery with two saddled paripas.

He handed this letter to Gefhardt. The grenade grabber instructed his wife to take the letter to the Gummer post office.

The woman wanted to do the job very well, and as soon as she handed the letter to the postmaster in Gummer, she pressed ten thalers into her hand to send it to Vienna more securely.

It hit the postmaster in the head. A fare of ten thalers is not paid for a letter. He breaks up the letter, understands the escape plan from its contents and immediately rushes it to Magdeburg with the governor.

At that time Prince Ferdinand of Braunschweig was the governor.

It must have been a nice surprise to Frederick when, at three o’clock in the afternoon, he heard the keys squeak in the prison doors again, and the prince himself came to him under a lamp, with all his bright accompaniment.

– Did you write this letter? asked the prince Trenk; showing him the captured document.

A noble man cannot deny in such a case.

– The writing is mine. Determined.

“By whom did you send this letter out of your prison?”

– I don’t know his name. There was a guard whose face I can’t see from here.

The prince was threatened.-329-

– Well, shoot in the head! Ms. Frigyes. They can’t chain me better than I am now.

The prince called for carpenters, bricklayers, locksmiths; he shredded the prison. The slightest trace of the eruption attempt should not be discovered.

All they could do was board the prison window, leaving only an array of winding holes in it.

Then the prince translated his speech into a gentle voice.

He began to speak to Frederick’s heart. He promised him that what he wanted to be brought before an ordinary judge and to defend himself, who would make it for him to take off his frogs immediately: do only one thing to name his cynic who wanted to help the letter in the planned escape. took over.

But Frederick stood firm in his assertion.

– I don’t know that man. And even if I knew him right away, I wouldn’t say his name. I don’t want to get rid of the danger of my good friends, I’d rather lose myself.

This saying was also heard by the grenadiers who came with the prince and told it to their other buddies, and from then on the honor of the prisoner, who did not betray his comrades to any encouragement and threat, became great.

But all the prince already knew was that Trenk had a lot of money and was generously distributing it among the soldiers.

The prince left the prison. An hour later, there was a chaotic shout in front of the prison window. For a short time, the prison doors opened again. An officer came back. A lantern was forgotten there in prison, so he came. In his mind, he whispered to Trenk, “your zinc companion has hung himself on the armor.”

He went out the door with that.

The first reinforced door had a window. On the fissure -330-from the filtering light, Frederick could learn that the officer he had just visited remained in the tomb.

He thought about his situation.

If the soldier who hanged himself because of the outbreak of the assassination was Gefhardt, he can no longer be harmed by his name.

He knocked on his door.

The watchdog opened it and asked what he wanted.

– Give me stationery. I confess everything to the prince.

The officer left quickly.

Frigyes Trenk wiped the death sweat from his forehead in the midst of great spiritual distress. Are you betraying your best friend? Your noblest-hearted faithful man? To give yourself relief? Maybe it wasn’t the suicide?

In the midst of these great spiritual struggles, he climbed up once more with his chains to the closed window. He shouted loudly at her:

– Be with God, whoever you are here! Tell me, is it true that a soldier hanged himself because of me?

– That’s right! It sounded from outside.

With that, Frederick wrapped five gold in a piece of paper and threw it out the window.

– Take this money! Then tell me what’s called that suicidal soldier? God beat me if you cheat on me and spoil your other buddy.

There was little anticipation:

“His name was Schütz: from the company of Rapeseed.”

The same fool who accepted the diamond brooch from Frederick in the other prison but did nothing for it. He was so careless that he preyed on such easily earned money in frills, and when he was suspected, questioned, he could not give his master where he had come from. He hanged himself in fright.

Frigyes Trenk then ran out in his letter to the prince -331-some strange tale, and he named Schütz, from the company of Rips, as a zinc fellow who agreed to help.

The prince swore heavily on this letter.

“Now we can chase Schütz in the afterlife!”

But Frederick did not win anything with his letter either. They give nothing for nothing. He remained where he was: between his chains, when he did not drop them.

From now on, he had two rhinestones placed in front of his door and window.

Frigyes Trenk had already spent three years in the Magdeburg prisons.

Then again, a new version came into his fate.

Out there, an era of grave landmarks began in the great world.

He foresaw it here in his prison, he had long been aware of it. A coalition was formed against Prussia. The campaign that the descendant historian calls the “Seven Years’ War”, but which King Frederick gave a very strange name at the beginning (when he didn’t know it would last for seven years), called it the War Against the Three Skirts. (Maria Theresa, Elizabeth, Dubarry.)

And for the same number of years, his war lasted against a chained prisoner, Frederick Trenk, against the mighty, great king.

Indeed, how strong Frederick the Great could be in the face of the three greatest powers in the world witnessed just such a force against a writhing worm waded under his feet.

The man himself, whom the king had commanded to preserve Frederick Trenk, but to keep his life, became a mad, angry fool in addition to his task.

That buried man started the escape attempts over and over again.

The whole garrison was changed in Magdeburg. The grenadesmen, among whom was his participating comrade lurking in the prisoner, were taken to the battlefield; a people’s army was brought as a castle guard with patterned officers.-332-

The variety began when Bork Castle Commander rushed into Frigyes Trenk’s prison and began to imprison the man beaten in handcuffs. The fact that rough people used to scold each other’s father’s mother, Mary for the last time, scolded Bork Trenk for Maria Theresa.

Trenk did not remain a debtor either. He returned all the insults even more sharply, so that the rage of the castle commander intensified to the point of rage.

In the war of words, the prisoner remained the winner. Bork’s throat tightened with rage.

Well, he could, if he couldn’t, replicate with deeds. He called the locksmiths. Now, even on Trenk’s neck, an iron band was forged, which was tied to an iron ring attached to the wall by one chain and to the frogs at his feet by the other two.

Then the bed was taken from under him: he had to lie on the bare floor and, if he wanted to sleep, he had to hold the chain tied to his hand with the other hand against the wall so that the iron neck would not strangle him.

All its members were already provided with frogs and chains.

He became ill with this inhuman torture and received a hot fever. And he lay in an abandoned state without a doctor, without medication, on the cold, bare floor.

There is no more cruel animal in the world of God than man!

There was no other emollient in the water in his pot.

Suddenly, from the weakening due to the fever, he also uttered this jug from his hand: the shattered. And then he lay there for twenty-four hours, torn from the thirst of the fever. When the prison inspectors came to him again, he was half dead.

This case became well known in the city. The ladies of Magdeburg made a whole rebellion because of this: they attacked the tyrant on the castle governor and begged him until he persuaded him to return the sick prisoner’s bridegroom.-333-

And the wonderful vitality won again. Trenk recovered. This whim lasted for half a year.

During this time, he met the investigator’s officers.

They were all poor, hunger-stricken jokes who King Frederick cast out of his fighting army and hid in castles, or were persecuted by their creditors.

Frederick still had money. Hidden in holes drilled between the planks. He helped poor buddies.

Among them was an old captain whose son had been knocked out of the officer’s arm for card debt. To this he wrote a letter of recommendation from Frederick Bestuseff to St. Petersburg. The former dear man got the young man into office and sent Frederick two thousand rubles, which the prisoner shared with the captain. The other officers also benefited.

The result of this was that the well-gifted officers whispered to Frigyes Trenk other frogs and other handcuffs, which he could comfortably take off and put on, and brought him nourishing flesh dishes, then candles, stationery, paper, even newspapers; he could compete and mock the world.

Only Bork, the castle commander, and the general, Bruckhausen, were not initiated into this. The latter was immortalized by Trenk in a satire under the name «Major Pug».

Then Frederick began to work on the plan of liberation again.

The three budding officers made it clear that the canal he had dug out of his prison so far would puncture in the wrong place; there he immediately notices a strass guarding his door.

Instead, it was measured to him that if he drilled another foxhole sideways under the base of the prison wall, thirty-seven feet away, he would come out in a hallway through which he could escape unnoticed.

He embarked on the new tunnel cut. The gap under the floor has not yet been discovered by his tyrants.-334-

The work went easy at first.

As he freed himself from his chains, undressing all over the wilderness (lest he put his shirt on), he hid in the earthen hollow and began to carve a new cavity. He carried the scraped sand into the old cavity. This simplified the work.

It was a terrible job! Every handful of sand had to crawl back from the new cavity to the old, so that in one day Trenk made two thousand laps under the ground, slipping on his belly.

One can best admire that he was not drowned due to a lack of air in that narrow underground channel.

Towards the end, however, the old cavity was already full, the new one stretched much longer, though it was cut narrower; so that to catch up with him, Trenk was forced to apply the excavated sand, in sacks made from his bed sheets, to his prison. Investigating officers closed their eyes to him and could not see.

However, once, when it was calculated that he was quite close to the corridor in which he had to break out, the guard soldier noticed the sound of the underground hurricane and reported to the supervising officer that the prisoner was also working underground.

That officer was a benevolent to Trenk. He said to the soldier, “You are an ass! You must have heard some moles ride. ” The thing remained.

Trenk continued to work.

However, the marauded soldier was now making a matter of honor out of the thing, and he was immediately peeking down the hallway every night.

Trenk was getting closer from the bottom up.

When he only had to pierce a layer of foot, the snooping soldier hurried to the space commander to communicate his sight to him.

Then, when Trenk lifted the last layer of earth with his head, to his great horror he saw the military officers standing in front of him, with lanterns in their hands.-335-

Nagy suddenly tucked back into his canal, but first carefully hid his tools, pistols, and writing implements under the floor and returned to his prison.

This plan had already been nullified.

However, the surprising officers did not have the keys to the prison door: they had to be found in four different individuals. During this time, it was time for Trenk to put on the frogs again, to paint the links.

By the time the doors were opened, he was already sitting on top of the sandbags. He didn’t fix the floor either. There was nothing to deny.

Rushing into his dungeon, Bruckhausen roared like a hippo.

“How could you dig through his prison, devilish fool?”

Trenket took out the gallows humor at this point.

– So how? You said it yourself. The devil helped. That’s a very good patron for me.

– How did you cut the floor? How could you take off his chains? Who gave you tools?

– So who is it? I say the devil; my buddy.

For this they were undressed, all their suits were searched, nothing was found. The room was also uselessly searched; nothing came up.

Trenk laughed, and they were furious.

At last, they took the revenge by taking her bed again: tearing her straw bag apart, tearing her bride apart, searching for her tools.

He was laughing at that now.

– They can look for it! The devil is sitting on it. They don’t see it.

He used to picket me at night.

However, a bricklayer and a carpenter were immediately called in: the opening of the dug channel was walled in, and a new one was nailed in place of the upper floorboard cut through.-336-

Then, when they left and locked the door, he cried out after them, calling them back.

“Look, gentlemen, something was forgotten here.”

With that, he handed them a fine steel pole.

– Where did you get this?

“I say the devil brings me everything here.”

They shook their heads.

When the outer door was closed, he shouted after them again:

– Gentlemen, come back.

They are back.

“Look what the devil has brought me again since then.”

And he pulled a knife with a sharp blade out from under his iron belt.

“But it doesn’t go with God’s fame anymore!” shouted in horror at Bruckhausen.

– I’m saying he’s going with the devil’s name. Do you even want to see a little golden rain?

With that, he pushed his fist high and in a minute ten louisdor fell out of nowhere.

– Devilishness! Witchcraft!

The next day, the new floorboard had been cut through again: the freshly laid wall had been unfolded and mining had begun in a different direction.

To find the openness to evil, we need to know that three of the four supervising officers were good friends. Pious, indebted village gavallers, whom Trenk helped out of their financial troubles. These made chisels and knives for the prisoner that had a screw-off nail head. These were inserted in place of the floor nails. When the turn was in use, the nail head was unscrewed and replaced, the examiner knew nothing.

Trenk was able to work all day on the new mine, which he was now aiming for under the palisades.

It was only when Bruckhausen was on the line of investigation that the prisoner remained bribed all day.

Once then he made the joke of being like a rampart -337-on the occasion he found a twenty-five important bomb drilled in the ground, brought it to his prison, and put it in the doorway.

Then, when Bruckhausen opened the door, the pushed bomb rolled large up to the wall of the prison, hitting it there, rolling back to the officer’s foot again.

– What the hell is this? Ask the officer in horror.

– The gentleman sees: a bomb.

– How did this bomb get here?

– That’s what the devil brought! He’ll bring the bed tomorrow and I’ll soften you.

News of this incident ran through the city. Every man talked about the devil-wielding Trenk, whose Belzebub carries bombs to his prison locked with four doors. A pious citizen, who had a lot of money, was curious to have the inspector offer the Major fifty thalers if he would show him Beelzebub.

Major Holzkammer could hold fifty thalers; he put the money in his pocket and then brought Frederick Trenk a carnival devil masquerade and put it on. In this form, he showed it to the spit citizen who had been led to prison.

The news of the carnival joke went on in the city, the governor also found out and was terribly angry for it. The major was taken prisoner.

Against Frigyes Trenk, the castle commander devised a new mortification. “He had already thrown away his bed, he wanted to cast even his dream.”

The soldier guarding in front of his window was left to shout at his window at night, every time he hit a quarter of the tower clock:

– Hey! Trenk! Are you here?

And he had to answer, “I’m here!”

From this inhuman torture, the prisoner’s physical strength was completely broken.

He complained to the friendly officer about it.-338-

The very simple gave him good advice.

– You know what? Let the guard shout. Don’t answer him. Who can force it? You sleep longer.

Trenk did. The guards reported to Bork that the prisoner was not scolding for their shouting. And it made the governor so angry that he went crazy. As an angry fool had to be locked up in the madhouse, he died there as well.

It was the most cunning duel between a chain-trapped prisoner and his tips for life and death. The tip remained dead.