Year 1225, thinks Dryasdust, after a struggle. Place where, proves
also at length discoverable in Dryasdust,--not too far across the
north Polish frontier, always with "Masovia" (the now Warsaw
region) to fall back upon. But in what number; how; nay almost
when, to a year,--do not ask poor Dryasdust, who overwhelms
himself with idle details, and by reason of the trees is unable to
see the wood. [Voigt, ii. 177, 184, 192.]--The Teutsch Ritters
straightway build a Burg for headquarters, spread themselves on
this hand and that; and begin their great task. In the name of
Heaven, we may still say in a true sense; as they, every Ritter of
them to the heart, felt it to be in all manner of senses.

The Prussians were a fierce fighting people, fanatically Anti-
Christian: the Teutsch Ritters had a perilous never-resting time
of it, especially for the first fifty years. They built and burnt
innumerable stockades for and against; built wooden Forts which
are now stone Towns. They fought much and prevalently; galloped
desperately to and fro, ever on the alert. In peaceabler ulterior
times, they fenced in the Nogat and the Weichsel with dams,
whereby unlimited quagmire might become grassy meadow,--as it
continues to this day. Marienburg (MARY'S Burg), still a town of
importance in that same grassy region, with its grand stone
Schloss still visible and even habitable; this was at length their
Headquarter. But how many Burgs of wood and stone they built, in
different parts; what revolts, surprisals, furious fights in woody
boggy places, they had, no man has counted. Their life, read in
Dryasdust's newest chaotic Books (which are of endless length,
among other ill qualities), is like a dim nightmare of
unintelligible marching and fighting: one feels as if the mere
amount of galloping they had would have carried the Order several