sweeping away the French that lay there. Prince Karl swept away
this first French Post, by the mere sight and sound of him;
swept away, in like fashion, the second and all following posts;
swept Broglio himself, almost without shot fired, and in huge
flurry, home to Prag, double-quick, night and day,--with much loss
of baggage, artillery, prisoners, and total loss of one's presence
of mind. 'Poor man, he was born for surprises' [said Friedrich's
Doggerel long ago]! Manoeuvred consummately [he asserts] at
different points, behind rivers and the like; but nowhere could he
call halt, and resolutely stand still. Which undoubtedly he could
and should have done, say Valori and all judges;--nothing quite
immediate being upon him, except the waste-howling tagraggery of
Croats, whom it had been good to quench a little, before going
farther. On the third night, June 7th, he arrived at Pisek;
marched again before daybreak, leaving a garrison of 1,200,--who
surrendered to Prince Karl next day, without shot fired.
Broglio tumbling on abead, double-quick, with the tagraggery of
Croats continually worrying at his heels, baggage-wagons sticking
fast, country people massacring all stragglers, panted home to Prag
on the 13th; with 'the Gross of the Army saved, don't you observe!'
And thinks it an excellent retreat, he if no one-else.
[ Guerre de Boheme, ii. 122, &c.;
Campagnes, v. 167 (his own Despatch).]

"At Pisek, Prince Karl has ceased chasing with his regulars, the
pace being so uncommonly swift. From Pisek, Prince Karl struck off
towards Pilsen, there to intercept a residue of Harcourt
reinforcements who were coming that way: from Broglio, who knew of
it, but in such flurry could not mind it, he had no hindrance; and
it was by good luck, not management of Broglio's, that these poor