Of that which was the ford in gentler weather,30

When down came driver, carriage, mules, and all—

You may suppose the worthy Lord within

Fared ill enough:—worse still he might have suffered,

But that my comrade and myself rushed in,

And with main strength and some good luck beside,

Dislodged and saved him: he'll be here anon.

His equipage by this time is at Dresden—

I left it floating that way.

Werner.‍Where is he?