reinforce Young Leopold and the King, and
go into cantonments and "refreshment-quarters" here at Chrudim. Here,
living on Bohemia, with Silesia at their back, shall the Troops repose
a little; and be ready for Prince Karl, if he will come on. That is what
Friedrich looks to, as the main Consolation left.

In Moravia, now overrun with Pandours, precursors of Prince Karl, he
has left Prince Dietrich of Anhalt, able still to maintain himself, with
Olmutz as Head-quarters, for a calculated term of days: Dietrich is,
with all diligence, to collect Magazines for that Jablunka-Troppau
Service, and march thither to his Father with the same (cutting his way
through those Pandour swarms); and leaving Mahren as bare as possible,
for Prince Karl's behoof. All which Prince Dietrich does, in a gallant,
soldier-like, prudent and valiant manner,--with details of danger well
fronted, of prompt dexterity, of difficulty overcome; which might
be interesting to soldier students, if there were among us any such
species; but cannot be dwelt upon here. It is a march of 60 or 70 miles
(northeast, not northwest as Friedrich's had been), through continual
Pandours, perils and difficulties:--met in the due way by Prince
Dietrich, whose toils and valors had been of distinguished quality in
this Moravian Business. Take one example, not of very serious nature (in
the present March to Troppau):--

"OLISCHAU, EVENING OF APRIL 21st. Just as we were getting into Olischau
[still only in the environs of Olmutz], the Vanguard of Prince Karl's
Army appeared on the Heights. It did not attack; but retired, Olmutz
way, for the night. Prince Dietrich, not doubting but it would return
next day, made the necessary preparations overnight. Nothing of it
returned next day; Prince Dietrich, therefore, in the night of April
22d, pushed forward his sick-wagons, meal-wagons, heavy baggage,
peaceably to Sternberg; and, at dawn on the morrow, followed with
his army, Cavalry ahead, Infantry to rear;" nothing whatever
happening,--unless this be a kind of thing:--"Our Infantry had scarcely
got the last bridge broken down after passing it, when the roofs of
Olischau seemed as it were to blow up; the Inhabitants simultaneously
seizing that moment, and firing, with violent diligence, a prodigious
number of shot at us,--no one of which, owing to their hurry and the
distance, took any effect;" [Stille, p. 50.] but only testified what
their valedictory humor was.

Or again--(Pl