on his road; yet strict instructions were sent
after him to watch his every movement,
to arrest him at the very first opportunity,
and to keep him close. These instructions
followed him to Pesth; and they all but preceded
him, when, after a short stay, he announced
his intention to go to Grosswardein.
On his arrival in that city, he proceeded
straight to a friend's house, where he took
up his quarters. By so doing he eluded,
most unintentionally, the vigilance of the
police, who were apprised by special courier
of the arrival of a suspected American, but
who had as yet no clue to his whereabouts.
They relied, however, on the law which
imposes on all strangers the obligation ol
leaving their passports at the office of the
military Commander: they relied, too, on
the numerous spies who were stationed in all
the hotels, and other houses of public resort.
It happened that Mr. Bunce neglected to
leave his passport at the Commander's office.
By this neglect alone, he made himself liable
to heavy pains and penalties.

As the dinner hour approached, he and
his friend repaired to an hotel, and took
their meal at the table d'hôte. His friend
was a Hungarian; and, as such, well known
to the townspeople. He could not resist the
temptation to show off with his American
acquaintance; and as the most fitting mode
to direct the attention of the company to
the far-travelled man, he asked Mr. Bunce
for news of Vrjhazy, one of the exiled
patriots. Mr. Bunce thereupon said that
Vrjhazy was doing extremely well; that the
Hungarian colony in the United States (at
Iowa) was flourishing, and that the Hungarian
exiles were much liked and respected by the
Americans. Two strangers, who sat opposite
him and his friend, rose abruptly and left
the room. Their conduct excited some attention;
but after a short discussion, all agreed
that they were men of timid minds, who disliked
being in company with persons whose
conversation turned upon Vrjhazy.

In the morning the American traveller left
his card and letters of introduction at the
houses of the Honoratiores of Grosswardein.
He called, too, upon the Obergespann, or
Lord-Lieutenant; who told him that he stood
under suspicion, as he had not given up his
passport. That officer knew all about Mr.
Bunce; he had, in fact, just received an official
notification, that the American—a warrant
for whose arrest had already been made out—
had been vainly sought for in all the hotels in
the city. Judge, then, of his joy when the
victim thus voluntarily presented himself.
They might have arrested him in the Lord-Lieutenant's
house, had it so pleased them.
But power is capricious, and loves to dally
with its prey when escape is impossible.
Mr. Bunce was merely told to lose no time, in
taking his passport to the military Commander.
He followed the advice, and thanked the man
who gave it. As he went, a familiar of the
Grosswardein police dogged his steps to the
Commander's house, and thence to the hotel
where his friend had agreed to meet him
at dinner. They sat down to table; again
the familiar placed himself face to face with
the man whose movements he had undertaken
to watch. There was a chance of
some treasonable conversation, for at present
the materials for a report were but scanty.
But Mr. Bunce was thoughtful and silent.
The familiar lost all hope of inducing him
further to commit himself. So the signal was
given. The door of the saloon flew open, and
in stalked the Chief of the Police, accompanied
by a gendarme. They manage these things
very cleverly in Austria. Two papers were
forthwith presented to the stranger—the
warrant for his arrest, and a search warrant.
His first impression was that there must be a
mistake. After some explanations, the Chief
of the Police was induced to sit down to
dinner; and, when the meal was finished, to
accept of a cup of coffee and a cigar. These
duly despatched, the party (still accompanied
by the gendarme) entered a carriage,
and took a drive to Mr. Bunce's lodgings.
The officials proceeded at once to seal up his
papers. The tourist was again invited into
the carriage, to be taken " a little way out of
town."

The vehicle stopped under a low narrow
gateway. Mr. Bunce got out, shook hands
with the Chief of the Police; and, guided by
the gendarme, ascended a winding stair, at
the top of which he was received by two
soldiers, to whom was given the command—
"Fix bayonets." After much delay, these
valiant men escorted him into the presence
of their officer, who searched his person
with the utmost care. He was then taken
through a dirty room in which there were
half-a-dozen prisoners, into a still dirtier and
smaller apartment; of which the only aperture
for the admittance of light and air was carefully
grated and boarded up. In short, Mr.
Bunce found that he was shut up in the
Castle of Grosswardein; now a prison, chiefly
for political offenders.

"There," said the officer, " are your
quarters."

Mr. Bunce asked whether he could not
have a better room.

"No," replied the officer. " I am ordered
to place you here. You can have these two
gentlemen for company. Gute Nacht."

Saying which he left the room, and locked
and barred the door.

The two " gentlemen," whose presence was
rather annoying than otherwise to our republican
friend, were one of them a common
Honved, convicted of carrying a false pass,
and the other a tailor, sentenced to five
months' imprisonment for concealing a
weapon.

The first night of his captivity passed sleepless
for Mr. Bunce. He was assailed by his
own sad thoughts, and by the vermin with