That same evening, Saturday, Lacy took the road, with extraordinary velocity, towards Torgau Country, where the Reichsfolk, in Hulsen's absence, are supreme; and, the second evening after, was got 60 miles thitherward.

His joint dominion had been of Two days.

On the morning of Sunday, 12th, went Tottleben, who had businesses, settlements of ransom and the like, before marching.
Tottleben, too, made uncommon despatch; marched, as did all these invasive Russians, at the rate of thirty miles a day; their Main Army likewise moving off from Frankfurt to a safer distance.

Friedrich was still five marches off; but there seemed not a moment to lose.
The Russian spoilings during the retreat were more horrible than ever: "The gallows gaping for us; and only this one opportunity, if even this!" thought the agitated Cossack to himself.

Our poor friend Nissler had a sad tale to tell of them; [In Busching, _Beitrage,_ i.