"This war is but beginning.

It will be our turn, next time.

For it is a great task the king has set himself, in attempting to carry the strong position that the Austrians have taken up; and he will not do it without very heavy loss.

Tomorrow you may have reason to congratulate yourselves that we have had no share in the business." Nevertheless, as the day went on, and the tremendous roar of battle rolled down upon them--terrible, continuous, and never ceasing, for three hours--even Keith walked, in a state of feverish anxiety, backwards and forwards in front of his tent; while the troops stood in groups, talking in low tones, and trying to pierce with their eyes the dun-coloured cloud of smoke that hung over the combatants on the other side of Prague.
When at last the din of battle went rolling down towards that city, the feeling of joy was intense.

In many, the relief from the tension and the long excitement was so great that they burst into tears.