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9th-10th Sept. 1761. ing for the tug of battle, which never comes. Biscuits, meal are abundant enough; but flesh
meat wearing low; above all, no right sleep to be had. Friedrich's own table, I should think, is very sparingly beset (“A cup of chocolate is my dinner on marching-days,” wrote he once, this Season); certainly his Lodging,-damp ground, and the straw sometimes forgotten,-is none of the best. And thus it has to last, night after night and day after day. On September 8th, General Bülow went out for a little butcher's-meat; did bring home 200 head of neat cattle' (I fear, not very fat) and 300 sheep.''
Loudon, all this while, is labouring, as man seldom did, to bring Butturlin to the striking place;—who continues flaccid, Loudon screwing and rescrewing, altogether in vain. Loudon does not deny the difficulty; but insists on the possibility, the necessity: Councils of War are held, remonstrances, encouragements. “We will lend you a Corps," answers Butturlin; “but as to our Army coöperating, -except in that far-off
it is too dangerous!" Meanwhile provisions are running low; the time presses. A formal Plan, presented by the ardent Loudon,-Loudon himself to take the deadlier part, —“Mark it, noble Russian gentlemen; and have the easier!”—surely that is loyal, and not in the old cat’s-paw way? But in that, too, there is an offence. Butturlin and the Russians grumble to themselves : “And you to take all the credit, as you did at Kunersdorf? A mere adjunct, or auxiliary, we:—and we are a Feldmarschall; and you, what is your rank and seniority?" In short, they will not do it; and in the end coldly answer: “A Corps, if you like; but the whole Army, positively no." Upon which Loudon goes home 10th Sept. 1761. half mad; and has a colic for eight-and-forty hours. This was September 2d; the final sour refusal ;-nearly heart-breaking to Loudon. Provisions are run so low withal; the Campaign season all but done; result, nothing: not even an attempt at a result.
• Tempelhof, v. 172.
you to 11 Euvres de Frédéric, v. 125.
No Prussian, from Friedrich downwards, had doubted but the attack would be: the grand upshot and fiery consummation of these dark continual hardships and nocturnal watchings. Thrice over, on different nights, the Prussians imagined Loudon to have drawn out, intending actual business; and thrice over to have drawn in again,-instead of once only, as was the fact, and then taken colic.10 Friedrich's own notion, that over dinner, glass in hand,' the two Generals had, in the enthusiasm of such a moment, agreed to do it, but on sober inspection found it too dubious, 11 appears to be ungrounded. Whether they could in reality have stormed him, had they all been willing, is still a question; and must continue one. Wednesday
Wednesday evening, 9th September, there was much movement noticeable in the Russian camp; also among the Austrian, there are regiments, foot and horse, coming down hitherward:
Meaning to try it, then ?” thought Friedrich, and got at once under arms. Suppositions were various; but about 10 at night, the whole Russian Camp went up in flame; and, next morning, the Russians were not there.
Russian main Army clean gone; already got to Jauer, as we hear; and Beck with a Division to see them safe across the Oder;-only Czernichef and 20,000 being left, as a Corps of Loudon’s. Who, with all Austrians, are quiet in their Heights of Kunzendorf again. And thus, on the twentieth morning, September 10th, this strange Business terminated. Shot of 10 Tempelhof, v. 170.
10th-25th Sept. 1761. those batteries is drawn again; powder of those mines lifted out again: no firing of your heavy Artillery at all, nor even of your light, after such elaborate charging and shoving of it hither and thither for the last three weeks. The Prussians cease their bivouacking, nightly striking of tents; and encamp henceforth in a merely human manner; their “Spanish Riders” (Frisian Horse, Chevaux-de-Frise, others of us call them), their Stormpales and elaborate wooden Engineerings, they gradually burn as fuel in the cold nights; finding Loudon absolutely quiescent, and that the thing is over, for the present. One huge peril handsomely staved away, though so many others impend.
By way of accelerating Butturlin, Friedrich, next day, September 11th, despatched General Platen with some 8,000 (so I will guess them from Tempelhof's enumeration by battalions), to get round the flank of Butturlin, and burn his Magazines. Platen, a valiant skilful person, did this business, as he was apt to do, in a shining style ; shot dextrously forward by the skirts of Butturlin; heard of a big Wagenburg or Travelling Magazine of his, at Gostyn over the Polish Frontier; in fact, his travelling breadbasket, arranged as “Wagon-fortress” in and round some Convent there, with trenches, brick-walls, cannon, and defence considered strong enough for so important a necessary of the road. September 15th, Platen, before cock-crow, burst out suddenly on this Wagon-fortress, with its cannons, trenches, brick-walls and defensive Russians; stormed into it with extraordinary fury: "Fixed bayonets,” ordered he, at the main point of their defence, “not a shot till they are tumbled out !"-tumbled them out accordingly, into flight and ruin; took of prisoners 10th-25th Sept. 1761. 1,845, seven cannon, and burnt the 5,000 provender wagons, which was the soul of the adventure; and directly got upon the road again. 12 Detachments of him then fell on Posen, on Posen and other small Russian repositories in those parts, —hay-magazines, biscuit-stores, soldiers' uniforms; distributed or burnt the same ;-completely destroying the travelling haversack or general road-bag of Butturlin: a Butturlin that will have to hasten forward or starve.
Which done, Platen (not waiting the King's new orders, but anticipating them, to the King's great contentment) marched instantly, with his best speed and skilfullest contrivance of routes and methods, not back to the King, but onward towards Colberg,—(which he knows, as readers shall anon, to be much in need of him at present);—and without injury, though begirt all the way by a hurricane of Cossacks and light people doing their utmost upon him, arrived there, September 25th; victoriously cutting in across the Besieging Party: and will again be visible enough when we arrive there. Indignant Butturlin chased violently, eager to punish Platen; but could get no hold: found Platen was clear off, to Pommern,-on what errand Butturlin knew well, if not so well what to do in consequence. - Reinforce our poor Besiegers there, and again reinforce” (to enormous amounts, 40,000 of them in the end);—“get bread from them withal :-and, before long, flow bodily thitherward, for bread to ourselves and for their poor sake!” That, on the whole, was what Butturlin did.
Friedrich stayed at Bunzelwitz above a fortnight after Butturlin. Why did not Friedrich stay altogether, and wait here?” said some, triumphantly soon after.
12 Tempelhof, v. 281-293; Helden-Geschichte, vi. 643-649.
10th-25th Sept. 1761. That was not well possible. His Schweidnitz Magazine is worn low; not above a month's provision now left for so many of us. The rate of sickness, too, gets heavier and heavier in this Bunzelwitz Circuit. In fine, it is greatly desirable that Loudon, who has nothing but Bohemia for outlook, should be got to start thither as soon as possible, and be quickened homeward. September 25th-26th, Friedrich will be under way again.
And, in the mean while, may not we employ this fortnight of quiescence in noting certain other things of interest to him and us, which have occurred, or are occurring, in other parts of the Field of War? Of Henri in Saxony we undertook to say nothing; and indeed hitherto,—big Daun with his Lacys and Reichsfolk, lying so quiescent, tethered by considerations (Daun continually detaching, watching, for support of his Loudon and Russians and their thrice-important operation, which has just had such a finish),—there could almost nothing be said. Nothing hitherto, or even henceforth, as it proves, except mutual vigilances, multifarious bickerings, maneuverings, affairs of posts: sharp bits of cutting (Seidlitz, Green Kleist, and other sharp people there); which must not detain us in such speed. But there are two points, the Britannic-French Campaign, and the Third Siege of Colberg; which in no rate of speed could be quite omitted.
Of Ferdinand's Battle of Vellinghausen (15th-16th
July); and the Campaign 1761. Vellinghausen is a poor little moory Hamlet in Paderborn County, near the south or left bank of the Lippe River; lies to the north of Soest,-some 15 miles to your left-hand there, as you go by rail from Aachen