Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
Notwithstanding the vast number of Tilly's forces, we had few doubts
of our ability to force a passage through them, when led by the
immortal Duke of Saxe-Weimar, the bravest of eleven brave brothers,
all of whom had bled for German liberty. His valour at the great
siege of Brissac, before the gates of which he was victorious in four
pitched battles, where he captured four generals, and where he had no
less than six horses killed under him, together with his long and
desperate combat with Colonel John de Wert, have embalmed his memory
in the annals of German chivalry; even as his generosity, which
bequeathed his whole fortune to the wounded officers and soldiers who
followed his banner, was long the theme of the veterans of Christian
and Gustavus. Duke Bernard was all that a soldier should
be--handsome, gallant, frank, and lavish of his means; for no soldier
of any nation ever lacked money while the conqueror of Savelli, and
the preceptor of Turenne, had a guilder to spare or a jewel to sell.
We cavaliers of fortune adored him, and it was with the utmost
exultation that, on a beautiful evening of September, as I have said,
when the last rays of the sun were shining on the broad blue Baltic,
on the flat green isle of Fehmarn and the narrow Sound, that we put
off in boats, pulled by the blue-bonneted mariners of our eight
native ships, and with three hearty cheers drew up under our colours
in the streets of Heilinghafen.
War and rapine have changed the town since those days; but I remember
that its houses were old and irregular--that their upper stories
projected far over the lower, and had steep gables, with galleried
fronts that rested on gaudily painted wooden columns. Inscriptions
in Latin or German were carved upon the door-lintels to keep away
evil spirits, as in our Scottish towns at home; and the drowsy
storks, with drooping wings, nestled under the lee of the chimneys.
We saw these birds every where perched upon trees, steeples, and
house-tops; for they are considered sacred and useful, as they kill
the little snakes and adders that are bred among the slime and
corruption of the marshes.
The setting sun gilded the rent edges of the ruddy clouds; dotted
with white sails, the sound of Fehmarn and the blue Baltic stretched
far away to the dim horizon; but few persons were abroad in the
streets of Heilinghafen, though several gazed with fear and
apprehension from the upper windows, as the troops passed through the
town, accompanied by all the sounds of a marching army, the tramp of
feet, the shrill fifes and brattling drums, the trumpets of the
cavalry, and the sharp clang of hoofs, with the hoarse lumbering roll
of the artillery over the hard and stony streets.
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