the impending storm, but to disappear entirely, which I effected in such a manner, that every one firmly believed I was no more."
"I conducted ten robbers, disguised as recruits, through a large town, where many of my profession resided, and, as soon as we had reached the adjacent wood, they took to their heels: I ran to the next village, raving like a madman, related my misfortune, wept, cried, and then returned to the wood, dissembling to be in the greatest despair."
"The robbers, who were waiting for me, made me pull off my uniform, dressed a dead man in it, who, perhaps, had been murdered for that purpose, put a pistol in his hand, and disfigured him by blowing his brains out."
"Now I was no longer Volkert the serjeant; I was Volkert the robber and murderer; I painted my face, feigned to betwenty
