At every house or village they passed, he found messengers to despatch to the men in the fields and call them back from their husbandry to resume their rifles. These came running along after him, some swinging their coats on as they ran, others tightening their belts, others with their weapons not slung but in their hands; all cheerfully obeying the summons without murmuring at being disappointed of their rest. On Hofer's arrival at the camp, General Chastelar instantly appointed him to the command of the right wing, consisting of the men of Passeyr and of Etschthal. Almost at the same moment, expresses arrived to announce the disorderly retreat of the French and Bavarians on the news of the Archduke's victory, and of their destroying the bridges of Lavis and Lorenzen. "What are we to do, Hofer, without these bridges?" said the General. "I must think," said Hofer. He thought so long, that Hormayr impatiently whispered to Chastelar, "He is falling asleep--what a dunderhead he is!" But the good man was thinking to the purpose; and, knowing the ground and the men who were on it, he sat down and wrote two or three short notes, and gave them to the General, saying: "If you will send them, these will do." "Had you not better go yourself?" put in Baron Hormayr. "Why?" said the Sandwirth. "I cannot be in two places at once. If I were at Lavis, I could not be at Lorenzen. These will do." "Perhaps they will," muttered the General to the Baron, who shrugged his shoulders. "See the notes sent off." "He knows when he's in good quarters, I believe," said Hormayr aside, as he passed the notes to his inferior officer. But others, of less note than a Roman centurion, may have moral force enough to be able to say to one man go, and he goeth; to another come, and he cometh; to another, do this, and he doeth it. Chastelar showed a vague sense of this when he replied in an equally low tone to Hormayr, "It matters little--his _name_ will be enough." How was it that that name came to be enough? The name of another poor, honest man would not have done as well. On the following day, the 22d of April, the enemy evacuated Trent without firing a shot; and Hormayr took possession of the town the same evening. The ancient city of Trent! Few need to be reminded of the famous Council of purple cardinals, princely bishops, mitred abbots, sandalled monks, and learned doctors, assembled there by Charles the Fifth, and prolonging their sitting for eighteen long years. "What a market," exclaims a writer, warming with his subject, "the city must then have had!--what cooks!--what convoys of sleek mules laden with luxuries!--and how, in their distant and regretted residences, all the old housekeepers of those perplexed and provoked absentees must have busied themselves in the preparation of savouries, and potted meats, dried fruits, and delicate conserves, and in the regular and never-failing despatch of supplies from the well-stored cellars."