Fremont Weekly Freeman

A Thrilling Incident.

In 1807, a young Polish Officer, being with the division that was advancing on the Vistula, obtained leave to visit his father, whom he had not seen for years, but whom he hoped to find in the paternal mansion, situated in a wild part of the country, but not very far from the route which his corps was taking. He was, however, surprised by the night, as he was still riding through a forest of firs which seemed interminable. He therefore put up at a small roadside inn, where there were two ladies put up—a mother and her daughter—two Polish ladies who were hurrying to meet the husband of one of them, a colonel in Jerome Bonaparte's army. They were in a great state of alarm, the conduct of the people about the place having roused their suspicion. At their request, the Pole took up his quarters in a room from which their chamber entered, so that no one could reach them without passing by him. The room he thus occupied was on the first floor, and at the top of a staircase, from which access was obtained by a trap-door. This trap the officer shut and fastened by a wooden bolt belonging to it. Then, telling the ladies to fear nothing, he placed his sword and pistols on a table beside him and he resolved to keep good watch.

About midnight, he heard steps on the staircase. No answer was returned to the challenge he made; on the contrary, some one tried to force the trap. The officer observing a hole two or three inches square in it, passed the muzzle of one of his pistols through and fired. There was the sound of a body rolling down the staircase. But the attempt was soon after renewed; this time, however, differently. A hand appeared through the hole, and grasped the bolt. The bolt was even half withdrawn, when the Pole, at a single blow, severed the hand from the body it belonged to. There followed groans and horrid imprecations; but nothing more took place that night. In the morning a squadron of French cavalry arrived, and they were placed in safety. Not a single person was found in the inn. The officer continued his way to his father's house.

One thing, however, had much struck him; the hand he had cut off was very small, delicate, and white; moreover, one of the fingers wore a ring of considerable value. The ring he took possession of, with a strange, uncomfortable feeling of coming evil, which increased as he went on. Arrived at his father's house, he was told that his parent was ill, and in bed.—He was, however, soon introduced to his presence. The old man was evidently suffering great pain; but he conversed with his son for some time, with tolerable composure. Suddenly, however, by a convulsive movement, he threw off the bedclothes and the officer, to his horror, saw that his father's right hand was wanting. It was then you! and this is your ring!' he cried, in an agony of conflicting passions, as, throwing the jewel on the floor he rushed out of the house, mounted his horse and rode off at full speed. A few weeks afterward, he sought and found his death amid the bloody snows of Prussian Eylau.