"Unutterable!" says Archenholtz; who, though wounded, had crawled or got carried to some village near.

The living wandered about in gloom and uncertainty; lucky he whose haversack was still his, and a crust of bread in it: water was a priceless luxury, almost nowhere discoverable.
Prussian Generals roved about with their Staff-Officers, seeking to re-form their Battalions; to little purpose.

They had grown indignant, in some instances, and were vociferously imperative and minatory; but in the dark who needed mind them ?--they went raving elsewhere, and, for the first time, Prussian word-of-command saw itself futile.

Pitch darkness, bitter cold, ground trampled into mire.

On Siptitz Hill there is nothing that will burn: farther back, in the Domitsch Woods, are numerous fine fires, to which Austrians and Prussians alike gather: "Peace and truce between us; to-morrow morning we will see which are prisoners, which are captors." So pass the wild hours, all hearts longing for the dawn, and what decision it will bring.
Friedrich, at Elsnig, found every hut full of wounded, and their surgeries, and miseries silent or loud.