"This is all I can say.
"To-morrow I march to within two leagues of Frankfurt [to Mullrose, namely].

Katte [the Minister who has charge of such things] must send me instantly Two Hundred Wispels [say tons] of Meal, and Bakers One Hundred, to Furstenwalde.

I shall encamp at Wulkow.

I am very tired.

For six nights I have not closed an eye.