The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-08-09
From the New York Tribune.
Hungary and Austria.
Incidents of the Wor.

at Stuttgart by the well known critic Men
eel, contains a series of letters by Ger
man officer in the army of Jellachich
They throw good deal of light upon the
mode in which the war is carried on be
tween the Hungarians and Austrians. The
following interesting passages from these
letters we translate for The Tribune. Ii
reading them it should not be foryutter
that the sympathies Of the writer are nat
urally on the Austrian side:
Imyself often find it difficult 20 under
stand that am still alive and have Who'll,
limb to my body. The hardships l hay,
been through in the past few weeks, tn,
dangers | have escaped, are almost beyon,
my power of description. AS | was a
ways at the advanced pos,s~@s-ilich, b
i'll luck, latterly often were the rear pos
of our corps, and as for the most pa,
was on the move alone with my lille
trnnis toll and danger were measured iut
to me and mine IN double quau Gad
long forgotten the appearance of bed or
a chair; and from the hour we left Pesth
till day before yesterday, when We were
forced to take days rest on account of
Ethe exhaustion of the men which is of
taken off my clothes. How frigSffilly |
look with all this! could not help hugh
ing when | first saw myself in gl;ss; a
long beard meandering in no veyIorna-
mental fashion over chin, CHEEKS and
mouth; my hair cut as it happened by a
husser; black cloth over my foreh,ad to
hide slight cut had received few days
before from Hungarian hussar; my long
white cloak covered with gray, black,
brown and yellow blotches, varitgatet
with stains of blood, and cut and pierced
by gashes, bullets and the frebrands o.
bivouacs; my shake hacked and smashed
instead OF neat bootees, course wsterpoots
high over the leather splatter-dasters o
my trowsers; and no: iot of fringe re
naming on my black and yellow scarf
My sword is all battered by the bhws i
has given and taken, and covered With
thick rust of blood; my favorite All, my
noble war-horse, is worn thin as cat, anC
Is minus an ear through the cut of asaber
but still fresh and ready for new battles
as, thank God! his master is also. Ny
soldiers, too, hold out well, but sook even
more like a troop of robbers than like
Irobber captain.
For the rest, more than half e those
had with me at the beginning are eithe
fallen or badly wounded, and my littl
corps has had twice to be filled uo. Blu
the great empire has many people an
what harm is it if we all go to the dogs
The Emperor always gets soldiers. Hu
man life falls low In value wf.es~yoa haV
tried a year of constant fighting as W
have done.
As we are always in stc immediate "
cinity of the enemy and often set up on
watch hardly mile from his outposts, W
have had, especially lately, as 1such fgh
f ing as one could desire. Scarcely da
J has passed without our being beset by tn
hostile hussars either in grand or moderat
style, and we often had this pleasure fc
breakfast and then again fof supper, an
some days were nothing but one contInI
Gus skirmish. Generally it was only
few sabre cuts that individual horseme
, exchanged with each other, Or carbln
bullets that the outposts sent from eac
side, or else the business was to carry oil
or to hinder some shrewd ambuscade
But now and then the matter became 81
E rious, and there was sharp fghing and ba
ties even, in which the crash OF canno
came to play its part. Then many r
der must change his seat on horseback tc
a long resting place i'll the cold earth. In
greater battles were in part very bloody
for they were fought on both sides wit
, the greatest courage and with indescrlbabl
, animosity. Thus at GyongyosI saw tw
squadrons of Kossuth-Hussars charg
thrice a hollow square of our infantry
twice the quiet, well-aimed fire OF the Toe
drove them back; horses and men fell l
platoons, but with ringing shout "Hu1
"a, Fljen, Ellen Kossutki' they dashe
up the third time at the top OF their hor:
E es' speed, regardless of the hostile fire
and broke the ranks on which their sabre
now ragged like lightning. Alas, we coul
not fly to the help of our brave omrade'
for at the moment we were esgaged wit
an overwhelming force of the enemy
cavalry. Though at the end of the struo
gle we held the field, our loss was nc
small. 1t cannot be denied that the grea
est part of the insurgents, and especial
their cavalry, fight admirably and show
courage and skill which belong only to tn
good soldier. What are these boastfu
noisy, cowardly Italians to these bold Mag
vars and death-daring Poles!
To describe all the countless little tight
in which have been engaged lately woul
be tedious. There were many mournfu
events and few agreeable. The gay sPll
its and excessive confidence with whic
we began the war have disappeared, t
give place to manner tone OF mino
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