I think Schlick's daring venture must have cost him dear; at any rate we saw no more of the enemy, and in the evening arrived, footsore and hungry, at Kaschau, where an army corps under General Klapka met us.
Rakoczy pointed out the general to me, and said that, next to Görgei, he was the finest soldier in the army.
In figure he was rather short, but exceedingly well shaped, and he had the oval face, black whiskers and moustache, and fiery, dark eyes of the true Magyar.
His features were refined, his manners those of a high-born gentleman, and his expression was so mild and gentle that in private dress he would hardly have been taken for a soldier.
Yet so brilliant was to be one, at least, of his exploits that his name will live for ever in the memories of his Magyar comrades.
At Kaschau we remained several days, both in order to recover from our fatigue and to obtain a fresh supply of ammunition, as the men had almost come to their last cartridge.
From Kaschau we proceeded to Mischkolz, where Dembinski joined us with another army; and here, to our disgust, we learned that the Polish leader had been made commander-in-chief.
"That's Kossuth's idea," said Rakoczy, "and very badly he'll find it work."
Stephen, who at last had found time to spare an hour with us, was very indignant.
"A Magyar army has no need of a Polish general," he exclaimed, "especially when it counts such men as Görgei and Klapka among its leaders."