334 n.] Which done, he waves his hat once, "On, in God's name!" and the storm is loose.

Prussian right wing pushing grandly forward, bent in that manner, to take Kesselsdorf and its fire-throats in flank.
The Prussians tramp on with the usual grim-browed resolution, foot in front, horse in rear; but they have a terrible problem at that Kesselsdorf, with its retrenched batteries, and numerous grenadiers fighting under cover.

The very ground is sore against them; uphill, and the trampled snow wearing into a slide, so that you sprawl and stagger sadly.

Thirty-one big guns, and about 9,000 small, pouring out mere death on you, from that knoll-head.

The Prussians stagger; cannot stand it; bend to rightwards, and get out of shot-range; cannot manage it this bout.