een the villages and the hills.
The Puritans take a long circuit, endeavoring to get to windward of their formidable enemy,a point judged as important, during the seventeenth century, in a land fight as in a naval engagement.
They have with them some light field-pieces, artillery being the only point of superiority they yet claim; but these are not basilisks, nor falconets, nor culverins (colubri, couleuvres), nor drakes (dracones), nor warning-pieces,--they are the leathern guns of Gustavus Adolphus, made of light cast-iron and bound with ropes and leather.
The Roundhead dragoons, dismounted, line a hedge near the Cavaliers, and plant their swine-feathers ; under cover of their fire the horse advance in line, matches burning.
As they advance, one or two dash forward, at risk of their lives, flinging off the orange scarfs which alone distinguish them, in token that they desert to the royal cause.
Prince Rupert falls back into the lane a little, to lead the other forces into his
vance-guard of the royal forces appeared,--a day too late.
Mademoiselle made a speech (the first in her life) to the city government; then went forth to her own small army, by this time drawn near, and held another council.
The next day she received a letter from her father (whose health was now decidedly restored), declaring that she had saved Orleans and secured Paris, and shown yet more judgment than courage.
The next day Conde came up with his forces, compared his fair cousin to Gustavus Adolphus, and wrote to her that her exploit was such as she only could have performed, and was of the greatest importance.
Mademoiselle stayed a little longer at Orleans, while the armies lay watching each other, or fighting the battle of Bleneau, of which Conde wrote her an official bulletin, as being generalissimo.
She amused herself easily, went to mass, played at bowls, received the magistrates, stopped couriers to laugh over their letters, reviewed the troops, signed passports, held co