of grape-shot, deadly each of them, at once hit the old man;
dead he sinks there on his flag; and will never fight more.
"HERAN!" storm the others with hot tears; Adjutant von Platen takes
the flag; Platen, too, is instantly shot; but another takes it.
"HERAN, On!" in wild storm of rage and grief:--in a word, they
manage to do the work at Sterbohol, they and the rest. First line,
Second line, Infantry, Cavalry (and even the very Horses, I
suppose), fighting inexpressibly; conquering one of the worst
problems ever seen in War. For the Austrians too, especially their
grenadiers there, stood to it toughly, and fought like men;--and
"every grenadier that survived of them," as I read afterwards, "got
double pay for life."

Done, that Sterbohol work;--those Foot-chargings, Horse-chargings;
that battery of Homoly Hill; and, hanging upon that, all manner of
redoubts and batteries to the rightward and rearward:--but how it
was done no pen can describe, nor any intellect in clear sequence
understand. An enormous MELEE there: new Prussian battalions
charging, and ever new, irrepressible by case-shot, as they
successively get up; Marshal Browne too sending for new battalions
at double-quick from his left, disputing stiffly every inch of his
ground. Till at length (hour not given), a cannon-shot tore away
his foot; and he had to be carried into Prag, mortally wounded.
Which probably was a most important circumstance, or the most
important of all.

Important too, I gradually see, was that of the Prussian Horse of
the Left Wing. Prussian Horse of the extreme left, as already
noticed, had, in the mean while, fallen in, well southward, round
by certain lakelets about Michelup, on Browne's extreme right;