accomplished), under storms of grape-shot from Homoly Hill; by and
by, Horse-chargings, Prussian against Austrian, southward of Homoly
and Sterbohol, still farther to the Prussian left; huge whirlpool
of tumultuous death-wrestle, every species of spasmodic effort, on
the one side and the other;--King himself present there, as I dimly
discover; Feldmarschall Browne eminent, in the last of his fields;
and, as the old NIEBELUNGEN has it, "a murder grim and great"
going on.

Schwerin's Prussians, in that preliminary struggle through the mud-
tanks (which Winterfeld, I think, had happened to skirt, and
avoid), were hard bested. This, so far as I can learn, was the
worst of the chaos, this preliminary part. Intolerable to human
nature, this, or nearly so; even to human nature of the Platt-
Teutsch type, improved by Prussian drill. Winterfeld's repulse we
saw; Schwerin's own Regiment in it. Various repulses, I perceive,
there were,--"fresh regiments from our Second Line" storming in
thereupon; till the poor repulsed people "took breath," repented,
"and themselves stormed in again," say the Books. Fearful tugging,
swagging and swaying is conceivable, in this Sterbohol problem!
And after long scanning, I rather judge it was in the wake of that
first repulse, and not of some other farther on, that the veteran
Schwerin himself got his death. No one times it for us; but the
fact is unforgettable; and in the dim whirl of sequences, dimly
places itself there. Very certain it is, "at sight of his own
regiment in retreat," Feldmarschall Schwerin seized the colors,--as
did other Generals, who are not named, that day. Seizes the colors,
fiery old man: "HERAN, MEINE KINDER (This way, my sons)!" and rides
ahead, along the straight dam again; his "sons" all turning, and
with hot repentance following. "On, my children, HERAN!" Five bits