en form,--parallel to Daun's northwest shoulder; and to
Prince Henri's Abatis, which will be their first obstacle in charging.
Their obstacles in forming were many and intricate; ground so difficult,
for artillery especially: seldom was seen such expertness, such
willingness of mind. And seldom lay ahead of men such obstacles AFTER
forming! Think only of one fact: Daun, on sight of their intention,
has opened 400 pieces of Artillery on them, and these go raging and
thundering into the hem of the Wood, and to whatever issues from it,
now and for hours to come, at a rate of deafening uproar and of sheer
deadliness, which no observer can find words for.

Archenholtz, a very young officer of fifteen, who came into it perhaps
an hour hence, describes it as a thing surpassable only by Doomsday:
clangorous rage of noise risen to the infinite; the boughs of the trees
raining down on you, with horrid crash; the Forest, with its echoes,
bellowing far and near, and reverberating in universal death-peal;
comparable to the Trump of Doom. Friedrich himself, who is an old hand,
said to those about him: "What an infernal fire (HOLLISCHES FEUER)! Did
you ever hear such a cannonade before? I never." [Tempelhof, iv.
304; Archenholtz, ii. 164.] Friedrich is between the Two Lines of his
Grenadiers, which is his place during the attack: the first Line of
Grenadiers, behind Prince Henri's Abatis, is within 800 yards of Daun;
Ramin's Brigade is to rear of the Second Line, as a Reserve. Horse they
have none, except the 800 Kleist Hussars; who stand to the left, outside
the Wood, fronted by Austrian Horse in hopeless multitude. Artillery
they have, in effect, none: their Batteries, hardly to be got across
these last woody difficulties of trees growing and trees felled, did
rank outside the Wood, on their left; but could do absolutely nothing
(gun-carriages and gunners, officers and men, being alike blown away);
and when Tempelhof saw them afterwards, they never had been fired at
all. The Grenadiers have their muskets, and their hearts and their
right-hands.

With amazing intrepidity, they, being at length all ready in rank
within 800 yards, rush into the throat of this Fire-volcano; in the
way commanded,--which is the alone way: such a problem as human bravery
seldom had. The Grenadiers plunge forward upon the throat of Daun; but
it is into the throat of his iron engines and his tearing billows of
cannon-shot that most of them go. Shorn down by