oo rises; Daun, Loudon, close by, on
the other side of Katzbach, and keep step with us, on our right; Lacy's
light people hovering on our rear:--three truculent fellows in buckram;
fancy the feelings of the way-worn solitary fourth, whom they are
gloomily dogging in this way! The solitary fourth does his fifteen miles
to Liegnitz, unmolested by them; encamps on the Heights which look down
on Liegnitz over the south; finds, however, that the Loudon-Daun people
have likewise been diligent; that they now lie stretched out on their
right bank, three or four miles up-stream or to rearward, and what is
far worse, seven miles downwards, or ahead: that, in fact, they are a
march nearer Parchwitz than he;--and that there is again no possibility.
"Perhaps by Jauer, then, still? Out of this, and at lowest, into some
vicinity of bread, it does behoove us to be!" At 11 that night Friedrich
gets on march again; returns the way he came. And,

AUGUST 11th, At daybreak, is back to his old ground; nothing now to
oppose him but Lacy, who is gone across from Goldberg, to linger as rear
of the Daun-Loudon march. Friedrich steps across on Lacy, thirsting
to have a stroke at Lacy; who vanishes fast enough, leaving the ground
clear. Could but our baggage have come as fast as we! But our baggage,
Quintus guarding and urging, has to groan on for five hours yet; and
without it, there is no stirring. Five mortal hours;--by which time,
Daun, Lacy, Loudon are all up again; between us and Jauer, between us
and everything helpful;--and Friedrich has to encamp in Seichau,--"a
very poor Village in the Mountains," writes Mitchell, who was painfully
present there, "surrounded on all sides by Heights; on several of which,
in the evening, the Austrians took camp, separated from us by a deep
ravine only." [Mitchell, ii. 194.]

Outlooks are growing very questionable to Mitchell and everybody. "Only
four days' provisions" (in reality six), whisper the Prussian Generals
gloomily to Mitchell and to one another: "Shall we have to make for
Glogau, then, and leave Breslau to its fate? Or perhaps it will be
a second Maxen to his Majesty and us, who was so indignant with poor
Finck?" My friends, no; a Maxen like Finck's it will never be: a very
different Maxen, if any! But we hope better things.

Friedrich's situation, grasped in the Three-lipped Pincers in this
manner, is conceivable to readers. Soltikof, on the other side of Oder,
as supplementary or fourth lip,