The Sun.
London, England, 1864-04-15 00:00:00

THE WAR IN DENMARK.

) (From Ms limes' Second Edition.)
I
ULKEBOL, April 10.
The Danish headquarters are at a little farm-
house at Ulkebol, and my letters bear date of the
spot from which they are written. I have chosen
my residence, however, not at that village, but at
Ledegaard. From the farm to the battered town
round which so much European interest has lately
been centered the distance is only a short quarter
of an English mile, the direct road striking across
the fields straight to the seashore, and following
it past the South Windmill Battery, till it enters
Sonderborg at the rear of the castle. At the time
when the bombardment of the town was at its
hottest, this maritime way was not free from some
stray shell flying over from the ruthless batteries
of Broagerland. Luckily for us, however, there is
another field-road, which goes somewhat round
about across country, and which leads to the nor-
them end of the town, by what the French would
call tin chemin de cireonrallation. By this detour
we are able to reach the Ulkebol road with very
little exposure to the enemy's fire ; little exposure
to such missiles as are not deliberately intended
for us, for, as 1 before stated, it is always in the
power of the Prussians not only to drive us
from the Lsdegaard, but even to annoy us in our
flight from it, if they choose to avail themselves, to
its full extent, of the formidable range of their guns.
A gallant dragoon, who has been placed at my dis-
posal as an orderly, and does duty as my groom, ap-
peared the other day at the door of the farm-house
with a bloody nose, and told us a shell had burst
not far from the hoofs of the horses he was leading,
throwiug the earth in his face, and hitting its most
prominent feature with no little detriment to its
fair proportions. A surgeon was on the spot,
luckily, who pronounced the bridge to be unbroken,
and the good fellow is now doing as well as can be
expected, not greatly the worse for the patch of black
sticking plaster under which his truly Roman wound
is rapidly healing.
After achieving the destruction of half Bonder.
borg, and deserting the other half, those noisy bat-
teries of Broagerland seem to have beEn ashamed
of their work, and the fury of the bombardment of
the town rapidly abated. A. few shells are still
showered on the staring ruins from time to time,
nevertheless, but they add little or nothing to the
desolation which inhabits the lower end of the town.
The northern quarter is still unhurt, and not alto-
gether forsaken. The gipsy waitress is still in
charge of the Reymuth's Hotel, and still hands
foaming flagrns of beer to the thirsty souls that
frequent the smoky parlour. I visited the spot
yesterday, and found no perceptible change in
the outward look of the town from what it was two
days before. The place is certainly dead to all intents
and purposes ; but a few wanderers still linger
about the ruins, and there is no doubt that Sunder-
borg, which exists by right of its excellent position
at the narrowest part of the Allsund, will rise again
from its ashes, Phoenix-like, the moment the tide
of war has swept past.
There was a long lull—longer than we have ex-
perienced for several weeks—in the Prussian can-
nonade all yesterday, noon and evening, and
throughout the night. It was reasonably supposed
that the Prussians, reckoning en the havoc they
had made among the bastions of the Dybbol
were busy at the construction of new batteries, and
pushing forward their parallels. They recommenced
their noise with redoubled vigour this morning at
10, but the fire has been languishing since, a proof
that, however advanced, they do not consider them-
selves as quite ready.
The last two days have been dark and foggy, and
nu one in the Danish camp, I believe, has any
notion of what the enemy may be meditating or
actually accomplishing. The idea that we are
approaching some kind of solution, or, at all events,
some general action, gains ground.
For the rest, the bombardment of Sonderborg
has had at least this advantage for us, that it has
procured us a change of air. It is pleasant to
ruralise for a few days, after two months' seclusion
in one of the most noisome towns in the Daniell
dominions ; and the open fields have charms for us
in spite of tho wintry aspect that the land still
bears. Hardly any sign of spring is visible yet,
either in wood or meadow. This sluggish northern
nature is scarcely awaking from her five months'
deathlike slumber, and w© cannot have an uncloudy
sky for a whole night without finding the-ground
hard with frost in the morning.
APRIL 10, Evening.

The cannonade has been extremely loud this day,
from 11 o'clock in the morning till nightfall. The
fire raged especially on the right, the side of Rage-
bol. Several shells fell on Sonderborg. The Dybboi
windmill (le braves des braves) had its sails and rcoi
carried off by the enemy's fire, The discrowned
stump is still standing.