the other column, has his left upon the Oder, in a country mounting
continually towards the South, but with less irregularity of level,
and generally flat as yet. From beginning to end, the entire field
of march lies between the Oder and its tributary the Bober;
climbing slowly towards the sources of both. Which two rivers, as
the reader may observe, form here a rectangular or trapezoidal
space, ever widening as we go southward. Both rivers, coming from
the Giant Mountains, hasten directly north; but Oder, bulging out
easterly in his sandy course, is obliged to turn fairly westward
again; and at Glogau, and a good space farther, flows in that
direction;--till once Bober strikes in, almost at right angles,
carrying Oder with HIM, though he is but a branch, straight
northward again. Northward, but ever slower, to the swollen Pommern
regions, and sluggish exit into the Baltic there.

One of the worst features is the state of the weather. On Sunday,
at Breslau, we noticed thunder bursting out on an important
occasion; "ominous," some men thought;--omen, for one thing, that
the weather was breaking. At Weichau, that same day, rain began,
--the young Herr of Weichau, driving home to Papa from dinner with
Majesty, would get his share of it;--and on Monday, 19th, there was
such a pour of rain as kept most wayfarers, though it could not the
Prussian Army, within doors. Rain in plunges, fallen and falling,
through that blessed day; making roads into mere rivers of mud.
The Prussian hosts marched on, all the same. Head-quarters, with
the van of the wet Army, that night, were at Milkau;--from which
place we have a Note of Friedrich's for Friend Jordan, perhaps
producible by and by. His Majesty lodged in some opulent Jesuit
Establishment there. And indeed he continued there, not idle, under
shelter, for a couple of days. The Jesuits, by their two head men,