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—— 
Saturday, October 1%, 1829, was an eventful day for Kaspar 
Hauser. Early in the morning, as he was in the market with 
Professor Daumer’s sister, he was seized with a chill, accompanied 
by terrible anxiety, which weakened him so much that he was 
obliged to beg Miss Daumer to take him home. After his return 
his uneasiness increased, and he was allowed Yo remain in his 
chamber, instead of going to his arithmetic lesson at eleven 
clock. 
Professor Daumer left the house to take a walk before dinner, 
according to his custom ; his mother and sister were occupied 
vith the Saturday’s house-cleaning. 
A little before noon Kaspar, still feeling very unwell, was 
obliged to go downstairs to the privy, which was in a corner of 
the court, and protected by a screen. While there he heard a 
sound, as though the door of the wood-room had been opened, 
ind then a slight tone of the house-bell, as though the wire had 
seen touched. Afterwards came the sound of footsteps, and 
‘ooking between the screen and the wall he saw a man stealing 
along the passage. The man’s face was covered with black, and 
Kaspar thought it was the chimney-sweep, so he waited a few 
moments ; and when he put out his head to see whether the 
passage was empty he saw the man close beside him, and felt a 
sharp blow upon his forehead, which felled him tothe ground. 
te lost his senses completely, and on recovering found that his 
face was wet with blood. His first thought was to go to his 
“mother,” as he called Mrs. Daumer, for help, and he managed 
fo get upstairs, but being dizzy, he missed the door, and found 
himself before the wardrobe near his own room. He felt very 
int, and clung to the wardrobe for support; as soon as he could 
summon strength to move he turned back towards Mrs. Daumer’s 
room, but again lost the way, and, before he knew it, was in the 
lower court. Fearing that the assassin might still be close by 
he happened to think of taking refuge in the cellar, and lifting 
the heavy trap-door he descended the steps and closed the door 
after him, 
The cellar floor was cover.d with water, and on stepping into