The Lion of the North eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about The Lion of the North.

The Lion of the North eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about The Lion of the North.

In the morning the country was scoured, and a few detached posts of the Austrians captured.  The main body then advanced and blew up the bridge across the river.  Five days later an order came from Oxenstiern, to whom Munro had at once despatched the news of his capture of Rugenwalde, ordering him to hold it to the last, the position being a very valuable one, as opening an entrance into Pomerania.

The passage of the river was protected by entrenchments, strong redoubts were thrown up round Rugenwalde, and parties crossing the river in boats collected provisions and stores from the country to the very gates of Dantzig.  The Austrians rapidly closed in upon all sides, and for nine weeks a constant series of skirmishes were maintained with them.

At the end of that time Sir John Hepburn arrived from Spruce, having pushed forward by order of Oxenstiern by forced marches to their relief.  Loud and hearty was the cheering when the two Scotch regiments united, and the friends, Munro and Hepburn, clasped hands.  Not only had they been at college together, but they had, after leaving St. Andrews, travelled in companionship on the Continent for two or three years before taking service, Munro entering that of France, while Hepburn joined Sir Andrew Gray as a volunteer when he led a band to succour the Prince Palatine at the commencement of the war.

“I have another old friend in my regiment, Hepburn,” the colonel said after the first greeting was over —­“Nigel Graheme, of course you remember him.”

“Certainly I do,” Hepburn exclaimed cordially, “and right glad will I be to see him again; but I thought your regiment was entirely from the north.”

“It was originally,” Munro said; “but I have filled up the gaps with men from Nithsdale and the south.  I was pressed for time, and our glens of Farre and Strathnaver had already been cleared of all their best men.  The other companies are all commanded by men who were with us at St. Andrews —­ Balfour, George Hamilton, and James Scott.”

“That is well,” Hepburn said.  “Whether from the north or the south Scots fight equally well; and with Gustavus ’tis like being in our own country, so large a proportion are we of his majesty’s army.  And now, Munro, I fear that I must supersede you in command, being senior to you in the service, and having, moreover, his majesty’s commission as governor of the town and district.”

“There is no one to whom I would more willingly resign the command.  I have seen some hard fighting, but have yet my name to win; while you, though still only a colonel, are famous throughout Europe.”

“Thanks to my men rather than to myself,” Hepburn said, “though, indeed, mine is no better than the other Scottish regiments in the king’s service; but we have had luck, and in war, you know, luck is everything.”

There were many officers in both regiments who were old friends and acquaintances, and there was much feasting that night in the Scotch camp.  In the morning work began again.  The peasants of the district, 8000 strong, were mustered and divided into companies, armed and disciplined, and with these and the two Scotch regiments Hepburn advanced through Pomerania to the gates of Colberg, fifty miles away, clearing the country of the Austrians, who offered, indeed, but a faint resistance.

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