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"Yes, I received letters yesterday from Schnell. He belongs to the officers who have guard over Trenck. He writes that he feels the profoundest pity for this young man, and that he will joyfully aid him in every way. He asks me if I know no one who has the courage to plead with the king in behalf of this unhappy youth."
But where is his friend? where is Schnell? There there; he lies upon the ground, with a dislocated ankle, impossible to stand impossible to move. "Remember your oath, friend kill me! I can go no farther. Here is my sword thrust it into my bosom, and fly for your life!" Trenck laughed gayly, took him in his arms as lovingly and tenderly as a mother.
"Schnell. Schnell, I see houses I see towns. Schnell, there lies a city!" "That is Wunschelburg, and we must ride directly through it, for this is the nearest way to Bohemia." "There is a garrison there, but we must ride through them. Aha! this is royal sport! We will dash right through the circle of our enemies. They will be so amazed at our insolence, that they will allow us to escape.
"Our plan of flight has been discovered. The adjutant of the commander has just secretly informed me that when the guard is changed I am to be arrested. You see, then, we are lost, unless we adopt some rash and energetic resolution." "We will fly before the hour of your arrest," said Trenck, gayly. "If you think that possible, so be it!" said Schnell.
"Onward, then! When I can no longer walk, I can swim. Hold fast, Schnell!" Onward, in the dark, ice-cold water, bravely onward, with his friend upon his back! Higher and higher rose the waves! Now they reached his shoulder! "Hold fast to my hair, Schnell, we must swim!" With herculean strength he swam through the dark, wild waters, and dashed the ice-blocks which rushed against him from his path.
In the midst is a dash of the rogue's heartiest laugh, amid the echoes of the fearful chord, while the growing roar of the mob can be heard below. Once again it rings out undaunted, and then to the sauciest of folk-tunes, leichtfertig, Till dances gaily and jauntily. Presently, in a mystic passage, schnell und schattenhaft
He drew a sword from under his mantle, and handed it to Trenck. "Swear to me upon this sword, that come what may, you will never allow me to fall alive into the hands of my enemies." "I swear it, so truly as God will help me! And now, Schnell, take the same oath." "I swear it! And now friend, one last grasp of the hand, and then forward. May God be with us! Hide your sword under your coat.
In the summer of 1922 amateurs in France began to get licences and Leon Deloy 8AB President of the Radio Club of Nice in southern France started hearing British stations. After a visit to the U.S.A. Deloy was able to improve his equipment and on November 27th 1923 he contacted Fred Schnell 1MO of West Hartford, Connecticut for the first ever 2-way QSO across the Atlantic.
Thought flashed along the street to a station. He saw trains... 'Come at once! You're wanted here some one calls you! sounded a breathless merry voice beside him. 'Come quickly; aussi schnell que moglich! There was a great gulp of happiness in him; his spirit plunged in joy. He turned and looked about him swiftly. That singing voice, with its impudent mingling of languages was unmistakable.
A day of joy and rejoicing to all but the poor prisoner, who sat solitary in his cell, and recalled, with a sad heart, the happy days of his childhood. "The holy evening" had been to him a golden book of promise, and a munificent cornucopia of happiness and peace. The door of his cell was hastily opened, and Schnell rushed in. "Comrade, we are betrayed!" said he breathlessly.
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