My scheme was as follows:- My window looked towards the city, and
was ninety feet from the ground in the tower of the citadel, out of
which I could not get, without having found a place of refuge in the
city.

This an officer undertook to procure me, and prevailed on an honest
soap-boiler to grant me a hiding place. I then notched my pen-
knife, and sawed through three iron bars; but this mode was too
tedious, it being necessary to file away eight bars from my window,
before I could pass through; another officer therefore procured me a
file, which I was obliged to use with caution, lest I should be
overheard by the sentinels.

Having ended this labour, I cut my leather portmanteau into thongs,
sewed them end to end, added the sheets of my bed, and descended
safely from this astonishing height.

It rained, the night was dark, and all seemed fortunate, but I had
to wade through moats full of mud, before I could enter the city, a
circumstance I had never once considered. I sank up to the knees,
and after long struggling, and incredible efforts to extricate
myself, I was obliged to call the sentinel, and desire him to go and
tell the governor, Trenck was stuck fast in the moat.

My misfortune was the greater on this occasion, because that General
Fouquet was then governor of Glatz. He was one of the cruellest of
men. He had been wounded by my father in a duel; and the Austrian
Trenck had taken his baggage in 1744, and had also laid the country
of Glatz under contribution. He was, therefore, an enemy to the