FORE:The morning of a hot August day dawned sultry, the wind breathing gently from the south. Bands of Cossacks hovered around upon the wings of the Prussian army, occasionally riding up to the infantry ranks and discharging their pistols at them. The Prussians were forbidden to make any reply. ��The infantry457 pours along like a plowman drawing his furrow, heedless of the circling crows.�� The Cossacks set fire to Zorndorf. In a few hours it was in ashes, while clouds of suffocating smoke were swept through the Russian lines.����This way!�� storm the others with hot tears; Adjutant Von Platen takes the flag: Platen too is instantly shot; but another takes it. ��This way, on!�� in wild storm of rage and grief; in a word, they managed to do the work at Sterbohol, they and the rest. First line, second line, infantry, cavalry (and even the very horses, I suppose), fighting inexpressibly; conquering one of the worst problems ever seen in war. For the Austrians too, especially their grenadiers there, stood to it toughly, and fought like men; and ��every grenadier that survived of them,�� as I read afterward, ��got double pay for life.��