Tales and traditions of Hungary, by F. and T. Pulszky 1851

More on Janosik (named spelled diffent each time I run across it!) and his mighty magical axe!

His strength was unparalleled, and
the supernatural axe he possessed made him
quite unconquerable. Whenever it was flung,
it hit the aim, and then returned into the hands
of Yanoshik, as the iron to the magnet.

Yanoshik listened awhile, then stepped into the
room, mixed in the talk, and advocated the poor
peasant, who had to toil and to pay, whilst the
Svabs lived at his expense. The soldiers, at
first with words, but soon with hands too,
opposed the Slovak, whom they found a sturdier
man than they were wont to encounter. But
fifty to one, there was a chance. The Slovak,
nevertheless, proved a fair match to the game.
Leaning with his back against the wall, his short
axe hit all around. Like the balloon of a schoolboy,
it always rebounded into the hands of
Yanoshik, who flung itagain right and left without
once missing his aim. All in the room was
turned topsy-turvy ; cracked bottles, benches
and tables thrown and broken, covered the floor,
and soon a dozen of the combatants were
stretched senseless : the others bewildered at the
supernatural weapon of their adversary, took to
their heels, and never stopped till at dawn they
reached their officers, who attended the feasts
and balls usual in St. Nicholas during the
quarterly county meeting.