Although at first utterly unable to furnish any account of himself,
Caspar, under the kind and judicious treatment of his keepers,
gradually learnt to speak, and gather some idea of the world and its
ways. As soon as ever he was really enabled to communicate with those
around him, the Burgermeister, Herr Binder, went to visit him, and take
down his deposition. From what the poor lad then or subsequently
stated, the following extraordinary particulars were recorded, and are,
or were some few years ago, still preserved in the Nuremberg Police
Court. Caspar's account was to the effect that he did not know who he
was, or whence he came; that as far back as he could recollect he had
always lived in a hole or cage, and always sat upon the ground, with
his back supported in an erect position,--a statement which the
condition of his knees fully corroborated. He had been kept in a state
of semi-darkness in this subterranean place, clad only in shirt and
trousers, and fed only upon bread and water. At times he had been
overpowered with heavy sleep, and on awakening from this state would
find his nails trimmed, his clothes changed, and his dungeon cleaned
out. Every day a man, whose face he had never seen, would come and
bring him a loaf of bread and a pitcher of water. Some time before
Caspar's removal into the outer world, "the man" was accustomed to come
every day with a small table or board, which he put over the lad's
feet, and putting a sheet of paper upon it, guided his hand, in which
he had placed a pencil, so that he gradually learnt to write. By
constant imitation of the marks or lines "the man" guided him into
making, Caspar Hauser had learnt to make the letters composing his own
name, or rather the name he went by. This writing appears to have
greatly delighted the poor captive and, beyond two wooden horses, would
seem to be all that he had to amuse himself with. At last "the man"
came one night, lifted Caspar on to his shoulders, and taking him out
of the dungeon, carried him towards Nuremberg. He made the lad try to
walk, but the unusual exercise caused him such pain that he fainted;
and when he recovered his senses he found himself alone by the city
gates, where he was discovered.
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