On the tenth day (27th September), the Prussians without difficulty took Tabor; walls being ruined, garrison small.

We lie at Tabor till the 30th, last day of September.

Thence, 2d October, part of us to Moldau-Tein rightwards; where cross the Moldau by a Bridge,--"Bridge" one has heard of, in old Broglio times;--cross there, with intent (easily successful) to snatch that "Castle of Frauenberg," darling of Broglio, for which he fought his Pharsalia of a Sahay to no purpose! Both Columns got united at Tabor; and paused for a day or two, to rest, and gather up their draggled skirts there.

The Expedition does not improve in promise, as we advance in it; the march one of the most untowardly; and Posadowsky comes up with only half of his provision-carts,--half of his cattle having fallen down of bad weather, hill-roads and starvation; what could he do?
That is an ominous circumstance, not the less.
Three things are against the Prussians on this march; two of them accidental things.

FIRST, there is, at this late season too, the intrinsic nature of the Country; which Friedrich with emphasis describes as boggy, stony, precipitous; a waste, hungry and altogether barren Country,--too emphatically so described.