Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
General
Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
These orders were a source of sincere satisfaction to my comrades,
but I must own to feeling a singular indifference on the matter; for
it seemed that, by this removal towards Denmark, I was conveyed
further from that pretty chateau in Luneburg, and from Ernestine, to
whom I owed so much; and whose memory came ever and anon to me, with
mingled sensations of gratitude, pleasure and jealousy, for I knew
not how high the Count of Kœningheim might stand in her favour; at
all events, he was her father's choice, and handsome enough to be a
dangerous rival to me. Returning from the daily turmoil of the
trenches to indulge in reverie, I frequently asked myself, "What am I
to Ernestine, or what is Ernestine to me, that I should think so much
about her? nothing--of course." But her image was ever before me,
and I pondered frequently on the distance that lay between us from
Poel to the shore, and from thence to Luneburg--a bird's flight of
seventy miles--and the chances of our ever--or rather never meeting
more, were all considered again and again. I knew that I could never
see her more but at the price of my liberty, and perhaps my life.
This probably enhanced her value, for we are strange and perverse
mortals; ever prizing that which is beyond our reach. It seemed odd
to me, that I should think so much of this dark-haired girl--that the
interests of my heart should wander so far beyond the Imperial
outposts; and that there should now be a being who excited imaginary
fears and pleasures in my breast--a being of whose existence I was
perfectly ignorant three months ago. Let me fling these fancies from
me, thought I; they are absurd!
Leaving Major-general Slammersdorf to defend the Isle of Poel with
two thousand men, Bernard, Duke of Saxe-Weimar, embarked with eight
thousand horse and foot, including our regiment of Strathnaver, and
sailed for Heilinghafen, a town in the province of Wagria (an
appendage of Holstein), which forms a peninsula in the Baltic; and
there without loss or accident, on a beautiful day of September, that
gallant prince landed his whole force, with their horses, arms, and
cannon.
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