SMOKING ON THE BATTLE-FIELD. 901 
Field-Marshal usually smoked when he was on horseback, 
and when the troops were marching along or engaged in a 
reconnoissance, and eye-witnesses record that many a Stumpy 
was shot from his mouth by the balls of the enemy—nothing 
but a piece of the stem then remaining between his lips. 
Bliicher’s Pipe-master, at the time of the Liberation War, 
was Christian Hennemann, a Mecklenburg and Rostock man, 
like Bliicher himself, and most devotedly attached to the 
Field-Marshal. He knew all the characteristic peculiarities 
of the old hero, even the smallest, and no one could so skill- 
fully adapt himself to them as he. His duties as Pipe- 
master, Hennemann discharged with great fidelity ; yea, even 
with genuine fanatical zeal. The contents of the pipe-chest 
he thoroughly knew, for often he counted the pipes. Before 
every fierce fight, Prince Blicher usually ordered a long 
pipe to be filled. After smoking for a short time, he gave 
back the lighted pipe to Hennemann, placed himself right in 
the saddle, drew his sabre, and with the vigorous cry, 
‘Forward, my lads!’ he threw himself into the fierce onset 
on the foe. 
On the ever-memorable morning of the battle of Belle- 
Alliance (Waterloo), Hennemann had just handed a pipe to 
his master, when a cannon-ball struck the ground near, so 
that earth and sand covered Blicher and hits gray horse. 
The horse made a spring to one side, and the beautiful new 
pipe was broken before the old hero had taken a single puff. 
‘Fill another pipe for me,’ said Blicher ; ‘keep it lighted, 
and wait for me here a moment, till I drive away the French 
rascals. Forwards, lads!’ Thereupon there was a rush for- 
wards; but. the chase lasted not only ‘a moment,’ but a whole 
hot day. At the Belle-Alliance Inn, which was demolished 
by shot,—the battle having at last been gained,—the vic- 
torious friends, Bliicher and Wellington, met and congratu- 
lated each other on the grand and nobly achieved work, each 
praising the bravery of the other’s troops. ‘Your fellows 
slash in like the very devil himself! cried Wellington. 
Blicher replied, ‘Yes; you see, that is their business. But 
