and was busy he as few were; the Austrian Hapsburgs also doing
their best, now under, now above. Johann King of Bohemia was on
Ludwig's side as yet. Ludwig's own Brother, Kur-Pfalz (ancestor of
all the Electors, and their numerous Branches, since known there),
an elder Brother, was, "out of spite as men thought, decidedly
against Ludwig.

In the eighth year came a Fight that proved decisive. Fight at
Muhldorf on the Inn, 23th September, 1322,--far down in those
Danube Countries, beyond where Marlborough ever was, where there
has been much fighting first and last; Burggraf Friedrich was
conspicuously there. A very great Battle, say the old Books,--says
Hormayr, in a new readable Book, [Hormayr,
OEsterreichischer Plutarch, ii. 31-37.] giving minute
account of it. Ludwig rather held aloof rearward; committed his
business to the Hohenzollern Burggraf and to one Schweppermann,
aided by a noble lord called Rindsmaul ("COWMOUTH," no less), and
by others experienced in such work. Friedrich the Hapsburger DER
SCHONE, Duke of Austria, and self-styled Kaiser, a gallant
handsome man, breathed mere martial fury, they say: he knew that
his Brother Leopold was on march with a reinforcement to him from
the Strasburg quarter, and might arrive any moment; but he could
not wait,--perhaps afraid Ludwig might run;--he rashly determined
to beat Ludwig without reinforcement. Our rugged fervid Hormayr
(though imitating Tacitus and Johannes von Muller overmuch) will
instruct fully any modern that is curious about this big Battle:
what furious charging, worrying; how it "lasted ten hours;" how
the blazing Handsome Friedrich stormed about, and "slew above
fifty with his own hand." To us this is the interesting point:
At one turn of the Battle, tenth hour of it now ending, and the