But Cossacks again came; again stript him naked and bare.

Towards noon of the 13th, Kleist contrived to attract some Russian Cavalry troop passing that way, and got speech of the Captain (one Fackelberg, a German); who at once set about helping him;--and had him actually sent into Frankfurt, in a carriage, that evening.

To the House of a Professor Nikolai; where was plenty of surgery and watchful affection.

After near thirty hours of such a lair, his wounds seemed still curable; there was hope for ten days.

In the tenth night (22d-23d August), the shivered pieces of bone disunited themselves; cut an artery,--which, after many trials, could not be tied.