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The Russian horse fled to Kutzdorf, Fermor with them, who saw no more of this Fight, and did not get back till dark; had not the Bridges been burnt, and no crossing of the Mutzel possible, Fermor never would have come back, and here had been the end of Zorndorf. Luckier if it had!
"From Damm on the Mutzel, where Friedrich intends crossing it to-morrow night, south to Gross Kamin, not far from the Warta, where Fermor's head-quarter lately was, may be about five miles.
Mutzel, or north side, is of course the lowest in level: and accordingly," what is much to be marked by readers here, "from the south, or Zorndorf side, at wide intervals, there saunter along, in a slow obscure manner, Three miserable continuous Leakages, or oozy Threads of Water, all making for Quartschen, to north or northwest, there to disembogue into the Mutzel.
But there is no crossing of the Mutzel, there is only drowning in the quagmires there: death any way; what can be done but die? The Russian infantry stand to be sabred, in the above manner, as if they had been dead oxen. More remote from Seidlitz, they break open the sutlers' brandy-casks, and in few minutes get roaring drunk.
Gallows Hollow, a slighter than the Zabern, runs through the centre of him; and with his best people he fronts towards the Mutzel Bridges, especially towards Damm-Mill Bridge whence Friedrich will emerge, sure as the sunrise, one knows not with what issue.
From Custrin, Kamin lies northeast about eight or ten miles: Zorndorf, the most considerable Village in this tract, lies little dreaming of the sad glory coming to it pretty much in the centre between big Warta and smaller Mutzel. The Drewitz Heath, the Massin or Zither Heath, and others about Zorndorf, will become notable to us.
Friedrich's intention is to sweep quite round this monstrous Russian quadrilateral; to break in upon it on the western flank, and hurl it back upon Mutzel and its quagmires. He has broken his two bridges after passing, all bridges are gone there, and the country is bottomless: surrender at discretion if once you are driven thither!
In the evening, he reaches Damm and the Mill of Damm, some three or four miles higher up the Mutzel; and there pushes partly across at once.
The Russian Minotaur goes all to shreds a second time; but will not run. "No quarter!" "Well, then, none!" The Russians, beaten to fragments, would not run: whither run? Behind is Mutzel and the bog of Acheron; on Mutzel is no bridge left; "the shore of Mutzel is thick with men and horses, who have tried to cross, and lie there swallowed in the ooze" "like a pavement," says Tielcke.
Some distance short of Tamsel, Friedrich, emerging, turns westward; intending what on earth? thinks Fermor. Friedrich has been mostly hidden by the woods all this while, and enigmatic to Fermor. Fermor does now at last see the color of the facts; and that one's chief front must change itself to southward, one's best leg and arm be foremost, or towards Zorndorf, not towards the Mutzel as hitherto.
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