not their camping, is the thing we are curious upon. Let us step
across, and take some survey of that Austrian ground, which
Friedrich is now surveying from the distance, fully intending that
it shall be a battle-ground in few hours; and try to explain how
the Austrians drew up on it, when they noticed the Prussian
symptoms to become serious more and more. By nine in the
morning,--some two hours after Friedrich began his scanning, and
the Austrian outposts their firing of stray cannon-shots on
him,--it is Battle-lines, not empty Tents (which there was not time
to strike), that salute the eye over yonder.

From behind that verdant Horse-shoe Chasm we spoke of, buttressed
by the inaccessible steeps, and the Moldau, double-folded in the
form of Horse-shoe, all along the brow of that sloping expanse,
stands (by 9 A.M. "foragers all suddenly called in") the Austrian
front; the second line and the reserve, parallel to it, at good
distances behind. Ranked there; say 65,000 regulars (Prussian force
little short of the same), on the brow of Ziscaberg slope, some
four miles long. Their right wing ends, in strong batteries, in
intricate marshes, knolls, lakelets, between Hlaupetin and Kyge:
the extreme of their left wing looks over on that Horse-shoe
Hollow, where Moldau tried to dig his way, but could not and had to
turn back. They have numerous redoubts, in front and in all the
good places; and are busy with more, some of them just now getting
finished, treble-quick, while the Prussians are seen under way.
As many as sixty heavy cannon in battery up and down: of field-
pieces they have a hundred and fifty. Excellent always with their
Artillery, these Austrians; plenty of it, well-placed and well-
served: thanks to Prince Lichtenstein's fine labors within these
ten years past. [ OEuvres de Frederic, (in