A SPY. THE NEW GARRISON. 71 



At day -break I received the intelligence that a 

 Danish man-of-war was lying in the roads, and soon 

 after a spy was brought in, who had been signalling 

 to it from the ramparts. It was a trembling old man, 

 who was brought before me pinioned by powerful arms. 

 On hearing the case it appeared that it was the 

 garrison chaplain, who had found it too noisy in the 

 otherwise quiet old fort, and who had therefore been 

 giving the accustomed signal for a boat to the fisher- 

 men of Laboe, a village on the other side of the 



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harbour-entrance. 



The Danish war-ship remained quietly at anchor, 

 sent a boat to Laboe and on its return went again to 

 sea. I had hoisted on the fort a huge black red and 

 gold flag and manned the walls, so that the ship might 

 carry the news to Copenhagen that the marine battery 

 Friedrichsort was occupied by German troops, as was 

 soon to be read in the Danish papers. 



There now began a right cheery life in the fort. 

 My citizen-troops did their duty conscientiously. On 

 organising the service I found to my surprise among 

 the men members of well-known noble families of 

 Schleswig-Holstein and respected citizens of the town 

 of Kiel. They all however submitted implicitly to the 

 command of a young Prussian artillery officer of their 

 own selection. I had the ramparts cleared, the embras- 

 ures repaired, and the old cannons placed on such 

 platforms as remained. The powder magazine was 

 put in order and a stove erected by Kiel artisans for 

 making the balls red-hot. I was especially assisted in 



