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Nothing immoderately depressive in Hochkirch, it appears;--though,
alas, on the fourth day after, there came a message from Baireuth;
which did strike one down: "My noble Wilhelmina dead; died in the
very hours while we were fighting here!" [On a common Business-
Letter to Prince Henri, "Doberschutz, 18th October, 1758," is this
sudden bit of Autograph: "GRAND DIEU, MA SOEUR DE BAREITH!"--
(Schoning, Der siebenjahrige Krieg, nach der Original-
Correspondens &c. aus den Staats-Archiven: Potsdam,
1851: i. 287.)] Readers must conceive it: coming unexpected more or
less, black as sudden universal hurricane, on the heart of the
man; a sorrow sacred, yet immeasurable, irremediable to him; as if
the sky too were falling on his head, in aid of the mean earth and
its ravenings:--of all this there can nothing be said at present.
Friedrich's one relief seems to have been the necessity laid on him
of perpetual battling with outward business;--we may fancy, in the
rapid weeks following, how much was lying at all times in the
background of his mind suppressed into its caves.
Daun, it appears, was considerably elated; spent a great deal of
his time, so precious just at present, in writing despatches, in
congratulating and being congratulated;--did an elaborate TE-DEUM,
or Ambrosian Song, in Artillery and VOX HUMANA,--which with the
adjuncts, say splenetic people, as at Kolin, sensibly assisted
Friedrich's affairs. Daun was by no means of braggart turn; but the
recognition of his matchless achievement by the gazetteer public,
whether in exultation or in lamentation, was loud and universal;
and the joy, in Vienna and the cognate quarters, knew no bounds for
the time being. Thus, among other tokens, the Holiness of our Lord
the Pope, blessing Heaven for such success against the Heretic, was
pleased to send him "a Consecrated Hat and Sword,"--such as the old
Popes were wont, very long ago, to bestow on distinguished
Champions against the Heathen,--(much jeered at, and crowed over,
by a profane Friedrich [ OEuvres de Frederic,
xv. 122, 124, 126, &c. &c.: in PREUSS, ii. 196, compiete List of
these poor Pieces; which are hearty, not hypocritical, in their
contemptuons hilarity, but have little other metit.]): "the effect
of which miraculous furnishings," says Tempelhof, "turned out to be
that the Feldmarschall never gained any success more;" in fact,
except that small thing on Finck next Year, never any, as it
chanced. Daun had withdrawn to his old Camp, on the day of
Hochkirch; leaving only a detachment on the field there: it was not
for six or seven days more that he stept out to the Kreckwitz and
Purschwitz neighborhood; more within sight of his vanquished
enemy,--but nothing like vigilant enough of what might still be in
him, after such vanquishing!--We must spare this Note, for the sake
of a heroic kind of man, who had not too much of reward in
the world:--
"Tebay could not recover Keith's body: Croats had the plundering of
Keith; other Austrians, not of Croat kind, carried the dead General
into Hochkirch Church: Lacy's emotion on recognizing him there,--
like a tragic gleam of his own youth suddenly brought back to him,
as in starlight, piercing and sad, from twenty years distance,--is
well known in Books. On the morrow, Sunday, October 15th, Keith had
honorable soldier's-burial there,--'twelve cannon' salvoing thrice,
and 'the whole Corps of Colloredo' with their muskets thrice;
Lacy as chief mourner, not without tears. Four months after, by
royal order, Keith's body was conveyed to Berlin; reinterred in
Berlin, in a still more solemn public manner, with all the honors,
all the regrets; and Keith sleeps now in the Garnison-Kirche:--far
from bonnie Inverugie; the hoarse sea-winds and caverns of Dunottar
singing vague requiem to his honorable line and him, in the
imaginations of some few. 'My Brother leaves me a noble legacy,'
said the old Lord Marischal: 'last year he had Bohemia under
ransom; and his personal estate is 70 ducats, (about 25 pounds).
[Varnhagen, p. 261.]
"In Hochkirch Church there is still, not in the Churchyard as
formerly, a fine, modestly impressive Monument to Keith; modest Urn
of black marble on a Pedestal of gray,--and, in gold letters, an
Inscription not easily surpassable in the lapidary way: ... 'DUM IN
PRAELIO NON PROCUL HINC INCLINATAM SUORUM ACIEM MENTE MANU V0CE ET
EXEMPLO RESTITUERAT PUGNANS UT HEROAS DECET OCCUBUIT. D. XIV.
OCTOBRIS' These words go through you like the clang of steel.
[In RODENBECK, i. 149. Given also (very nearly correct) in
CORRESPONDEENCE OF SIR ROBERT MURRAY KEITH (London, 1849), i. 151.
This is the junior of the two Diplomatic Roberts, genealogical
cousins of Keith; by this one (in 1771, not 1776 as German Guide-
books have it) the Hochkirch Monument was set up. A very
interesting Collection of LETTERS those of his;--edited with the
usual darkness, or rather more.] Friedrich's sorrow over him
('tears,' high eulogies, 'LOUA EXTREMEMENT') is itself a monument.
Twenty years after, Keith had from his Master a Statue, in Berlin.
One of Four; to the Four most deserving: Schwerin (1771),
Winterfeld (1777), Seidlitz (1779, Keith (when?), [Nicolai
(Beschreibung der Residenzstadte, i. 193, 194) gives
these dates for the Three, and for Keith's no date.]--which still
stand in the Wilhelm Platz there.
"Hochkirch Church has beeu rebuilt in late years: a spapious airy
Church, with galleries, and requisites, especially with free air,
light and cleanliness. Capable perhaps of 1,500 sitters: half of
them Wends. 'Above 700 skeletons, in one heap, were dug out, in
cutting the new foundations. The strong outer Door of the old
Church, red oak, I should think, is still retained in that
capacity; still shows perhaps half a dozen rough big quasi-
KEYHOLES, torn through it in different parts, and daylight shining
in, where the old bullets passed. The Keith Monument, perhaps four
feet high, is on the flagged floor, left side of the pulpit, close
by the wall,--'the bench where Keith's body lay has had to be
cased in new plank [zinc would be better] against the knives
of tourists.'"
Old Lord Marischal--George, "MARECHAL D'ECOSSE" as he always signs
himself--was by this time seventy-two; King's Governor of
Neufchatel, for a good while past and to come (1754-1763).
In "James," the junior, but much the stronger and more solid, he
has lost, as it were, a FATHER and younger brother at once;
father, uuder beautiful conditions; and the tears of the old man
are natural and affecting. Ten years older than his Brother;
and survived him still twenty years. An excellent cheery old soul,
he too; honest as the sunlight, with a fine small vein of gayety,
and "pleasant wit," in him: what a treasure to Friedrich at
Potsdam, in the coming years; and how much loved by him (almost as
one BOY loves another), all readers would be surprised to discover.
Some hints of him will perhaps be allowed us farther on.
SEQUEL OF HOCHKIRCH; THE CAMPAIGN ENDS IN A WAY
SURPRISING TO AN ATTENTIVE PUBLIC
(22d October-20th November, 1758).
There followed upon Hochkirch five weeks of rapid events; such as
nobody had been calculating on. To the reader, so weary of
marchings, manoeuvrings, surprisals, campings and details of war,
not many words, we hope, may render these results conceivable.
Friedrich stayed ten days, refitting himself, in that Camp of
Klein-Bautzen, on one of the branches of the Spree. Daun, who had
retired to his old strong place, on the 14th, scarcely occupying
Hochkirch Field at all, came out in about a week; and took a strong
post near Friedrich; not attempting anything upon him, but watching
him, now better within sight. Friedrich's fixed intention is, to
march to Neisse all the same; what probably Daun, under the shadow
of his laurels and his new Papal Hat, may not have considered
possible, with the road to Neisse blocked by 80,000 men.
Friedrich has refitted himself with the requisite new cannon and
furnitures, from Dresden; especially with Prince Henri and 6,000
foot and horse,--led by Prince Henri in person; so Prince Henri
would have it, the capricious little man; and that Finck should be
left in Saxony instead of him. All which weakens Saxony not a
little. But Friedrich hopes the Reichs Army is a feeble article;
ill off for provision in those parts, and not likely to attempt
very much on the sudden. Accordingly:--
FRIEDRICH MARCHES, ENIGMATICALLY, NOT ON GLOGAU, BUT ON
REICHENBACH AND GORLITZ; TO DAUN'S ASTONISHMENT.
SUNDAY EVENING, OCTOBER 22d, Convoy of many wagons quit Bautzen
(Bautzen Proper, not the Village, but the Town), laden with all the
wounded of Hochkirch; above 3,000 by count, to carry them to
Dresden for deliberate surgery. Keith's Tebay, I perceive, is in
this Convoy; not ill hurt, but willing to lie in Hospital a little,
and consider. These poor fellows cannot get to Dresden: on the
second day, a Daun Detachment, hussaring about in those parts, is
announced ahead; and (by new order from head-quarters) the Convoy
turns northwards for Hoyerswerda,--(to Tebay's disgust with the
Commandant; "shied off," says Tebay, "for twelve hussars!" [Second
LETTER from Tebay, in Mitchell, ubi supra.])--and, I think, in the
end, went on to Glogau instead of Dresden. Which was very fortunate
for Tebay and the others. The poor wounded being thus disposed of,
Friedrich next night, at 10 o'clock, Monday, 23d, in the softest
manner, pushes off his Bakery and Army Stores a little way,
northward down the Spree Valley, on the western fork of the Spree
(fork farthest from Daun); follows, himself, with the rest of the
Army, next evening, down the eastern fork, also northward.
"Going for Glogau," thinks Daun, when the hussars report about it
(late on Tuesday night): "Let him go, if he fancy that a road TO
Neisse! But, indeed, what other shift has he," considers Daun, "but
to try rallying at Glogau yonder, safe under the guns?"--and is not
in the slightest haste about this new matter. [Tempelhof, ii.
341-347.]
United with his baggage-column, Friedrich proceeds northeastward;
crosses Spree still northward or northeastward; encamps there, in
the dark hours of Tuesday; no Daun heeding him. Before daylight,
however, Friedrich is again on foot; in several columns now, for
the bad country-roads ahead;--and has struck straight
SOUTHeastward, if Daun were noting him. And, in the afternoon of
Wednesday, Daun is astonished to learn that this wily Enemy is
arrived in Reichenbach vicinity; sweeping in our poor posts
thereabouts; immovably astride of the Silesian Highway, after all!
An astonished Daun hastens out, what he can, to take survey of the
sudden Phenomenon. Tries it, next day and next, with his best
Loudons and appliances; finds that this Phenomenon can actually
march to Neisse ahead of him, indifferent to Pandours, or giving
them as good as they bring;--and that nothing but a battle and
beating (could we rashly dream of such a thing, which we cannot)
will prevent it. "Very well, then!" Daun strives to say. And lets
the Phenomenon march (FROM Gorlitz, OCTOBER 30th); Loudon harassing
the rear of it, for some days; not without counter harassment, much
waste of cannonading, and ruin to several poor Lausitz Villages by
fire,--"Prussians scandalously burn them, when we attack!" says
Loudon. Till, at last, finding this march impregnably arranged,
"split into two routes," and ready for all chances, Loudon also
withdraws to more promising business. Poor General Retzow Senior
was of this march; absolutely could not be excused, though fallen
ill of dysentery, like to die;--and did die, the day after he got
to Schweidnitz, when the difficulties and excitement were over.
[Retzow, i. 372.]
Of Friedrich's march, onward from Gorlitz, we shall say nothing
farther, except that the very wind of it was salvatory to his
Silesian Fortresses and interests. That at Neisse, on and after
November 1st,--which is the third or second day of Friedrich's
march,--General Treskow, Commandant of Neisse, found the
bombardment slacken more and more ("King of Prussia coming," said
the Austrian deserters to us); and that, on November 6th, Treskow,
looking out from Neisse, found the Austrian trenches empty,
Generals Harsch and Deville hurrying over the Hills homewards,--
pickings to be had of them by Treskow,--and Neisse Siege a thing
finished. [TAGEBUCH, &c. ("Diary of the Siege of Neisse," 4th
August, 26th October, 6th November, 1758, "1 A.M. suddenly"), in
Seyfarth, Beylagen, ii. 468-472: of Treskow's
own writing; brief and clear. Helden-Geschichte, italic> v. 268-270.] It had lasted, in the way of blockade and
half-blockade, for about three months; Deville, for near one month,
half-blockading, then Harsch (since September 30th) wholly
blockading, with Deville under him, and an army of 20,000;
though the actual cannonade, very fierce, but of no effect, could
not begin till little more than a week ago,--so difficult the
getting up of siege-material in those parts. Kosel, under
Commandant Lattorf, whose praises, like Treskow's, were great,--had
stood four months of Pandour blockading and assaulting, which also
had to take itself away on advent of Friedrich. Of Friedrich, on
his return-journey, we shall hear again before long; but in the
mean while must industriously follow Daun.
FELDMARSCHALL DAUN AND THE REICHS ARMY TRY SOME SIEGE OF DRESDEN
(9th-16th November).
OCTOBER 30th, Daun, seeing Neisse Siege as good as gone to water,
decided with himself that he could still do a far more important
stroke: capture Dresden, get hold of Saxony in Friedrich's absence.
Daun turned round from Reichenbach, accordingly; and, at his slow-
footed pace, addressed himself to that new errand. Had he made
better despatch, or even been in better luck, it is very possible
he might have done something there. In Dresden, and in Governor
Schmettau with his small garrison, there is no strength for a
siege; in Saxony is nothing but some poor remnant under Finck, much
of it Free-corps and light people: capable of being swallowed by
the Reichs Army itself,--were the Reichs Army enterprising, or in
good circumstances otherwise. It is true the Russians have quitted
Colberg as impossible; and are flowing homewards dragged by hunger:
the little Dohna Army will, therefore, march for Saxony; the little
Anti-Swedish Army, under Wedell, has likewise been mostly ordered
thither; both at their quickest. For Daun, all turns on despatch;
loiter a little, and Friedrich himself will be here again!
Daun, I have no doubt, stirred his slow feet the fastest he could.
NOVEMBER 7th, Daun was in the neighborhood of Pirna Country again,
had his Bridge at Pirna, for communication; urged the Reichs Army
to bestir itself, Now or never. Reichs Army did push out a little
against Finck; made him leave that perpetual Camp of Gahmig, take
new camps, Kesselsdorf and elsewhere; and at length made him shoot
across Elbe, to the northwest, on a pontoon bridge below Dresden,
with retreating room to northward, and shelter under the guns of
that City. Reichs Army has likewise made powerful detachments for
capture of Leipzig and the northwestern towns; capture of Torgau,
the Magazine town, first of all: summon them, with force evidently
overpowering, "Free withdrawal, if you don't resist; and if you
do--!" At Torgau there was actual attempt made (November 12th),
rather elaborate and dangerous looking; under Haddick, with near
10,000 of the "Austrian-auxiliary" sort: to whom the old Commandant
--judging Wedell, the late Anti-Swedish Wedell, to be now near--
rushed out with "300 men and one big gun;" and made such a firing
and gesticulation as was quite extraordinary, as if Wedell were
here already: till Wedell's self did come in sight; and the
overpowering Reichs Detachment made its best speed else-whither.
[Tempelhof, &c.; "Letter from a Prussian Officer," in
Helden-Geschichte, v. 286.] The other Sieges remained things of
theory; the other Reichs Detachments hurried home, I think, without
summoning anybody.
Meanwhile, Daun, with the proper Artilleries at last ready, comes
flowing forward (NOVEMBER 8th-9th); and takes post in the Great
Garden, or south side of Dresden; minatory to Schmettau and that
City. The walls, or works, are weak; outside there is nothing but
Mayer and the Free Corps to resist, who indeed has surpassed
himself this season, and been extraordinarily diligent upon that
lazy Reichs Army. Commandant Schmettau signifies to Daun, the day
Daun came in sight, "If your Excellenz advance farther on me, the
grim Rules of War in besieged places will order That I burn the
Suburbs, which are your defences in attacking me,"--and actually
fills the fine houses on the Southern Suburb with combustible
matter, making due announcements, to Court and population, as well
as to Dann. "Burn the Suburbs?" answers Daun: "In the name of
civilized humanity, you will never think of such thing!" "That will
I, your Excellenz, of a surety, and do it!" answers Schmettau.
So that Dresden is full of pity, terror and speculation. The common
rumor is, says Excellency Mitchell, who is sojourning there for the
present, "That Bruhl [nefarious Bruhl, born to be the death of us!]
has persuaded Polish Majesty to sanction this enterprise of
Daun's,"--very careless, Bruhl, what become of Dresden or us, so
the King of Prussia be well hurt or spited!
Certain enough, NOVEMBER 9th, Daun does come on, regardless of
Schmettau's assurances; so that, "about midnight:" Mayer, who "can
hear the enemy busily building four big batteries" withal, has to
report himself driven to the edge of those high Houses (which are
filled with combustibles), and that some Croats are got into the
upper windows. "Burn them, then!" answers Schmettasu (such the dire
necessity of sieged places): and, "at 3 A.M." (three hours' notice
to the poor inmates), Mayer does so; hideous flames bursting out,
punctually at the stroke of 3: "whole Suburb seemed on blaze [about
a sixth part of it actually so], nay you would have said the whole
Town was environed in flames." Excellency Mitchell climbed a
steeple: "will not describe to your Lordship the horror, the terror
and confusion of this night; wretched inhabitants running with
their furniture [what of it they had got flung out, between 12
o'clock and 3] towards the Great Garden; all Dresden, to
appearance, girt in flames, ruins and smoke." Such a night in
Dresden, especially in the Pirna Suburb, as was never seen before.
[Mitchell, Memoirs and Papers, i. 459.
In Helden-Geschichte, v. 295-302, minute
account (corresponding well with Mitchell's); ib. 303-333, the
certified details of the damage done: "280 houses lost;" "4 human
lives."] This was the sad beginning, or attempt at beginning, of
Dresden Siege; and this also was the end of it, on Daun's part at
present. For four days more, he hung about the place, minatory,
hesitative; but attempted nothing feasible; and on the fifth day,--
"for a certain weighty reason," as the Austrian Gazettes express
it,--he saw good to vanish into the Pirna Rock-Country, and be out
of harm's way in the mean while!
The Truth is, Daun's was an intricate case just now; needing, above
all things, swiftness of treatment; what, of all things, it could
not get from Daun. His denunciations on that burnt Suburb were
again loud; but Schmettau continues deaf to all that,--means "to
defend himself by the known rules of war and of honor;" declares,
he "will dispute from street to street, and only finish in the
middle of Polish Majesty's Royal Palace." Denunciation will do
nothing! Daun had above 100,000 men in those parts. Rushing forward
with sharp shot and bayonet storm, instead of logical denunciation,
it is probable Daun might have settled his Schmettau. But the hour
of tide was rigorous, withal;--and such an ebb, if you missed it in
hesitating! NOVEMBER 15th, Daun withdrew; the ebbing come.
That same day, Friedrich was at Lauban in the Lausitz, within a
hundred miles again; speeding hitherward; behind him a Silesia
brushed clear, before him a Saxony to be brushed. "Reason weighty"
enough, think Daun and the Austrian Gazettes! But such, since you
have missed the tide-hour, is the inexorable fact of ebb,--going at
that frightful rate. Daun never was the man to dispute facts.
November 20th, Friedrich arrived in Dresden; heard, next day, that
Daun had wheeled decisively homeward from Pirna Country; that the
Reichs Army and he are diligently climbing the Metal Mountains;
and that there is not in Saxony, more than in Silesia, an enemy
left. What a Sequel to Hochkirch! "Neisse and Dresden both!" we had
hoped as sequel, if lucky: "Neisse OR Dresden" seemed infallible.
And we are climbing the Metal Mountains, under facts superior
to us.
And Campaign Third has closed in this manner;--leaving things much
as it found them. Essentially a drawn match; Contending Parties
little altered in relative strength;--both of them, it may be
presumed, considerably weaker. Friedrich is not triumphant, or
shining in the light of bonfires, as last Year; but, in the mind
of judges, stands higher than ever (if that could help him much);
--and is not "annihilated" in the least, which is the
surprising circumstance.
Friedrich's marches, especially, have been wonderful, this Year.
In the spring-time, old Marechal de Belleisle, French Minister of
War, consulting officially about future operations, heard it
objected once: "But if the King of Prussia were to burst in upon us
there?" "The King of Prussia is a great soldier," answered M. de
Belleisle; "but his Army is not a shuttle (NAVETTE),"--to be shot
about, in that way, from side to side of the world! No surely;
not altogether. But the King of Prussia has, among other arts, an
art of marching Armies, which by degrees astonishes the old
Marechal. To "come upon us EN NAVETTE," suddenly "like a shuttle"
from the other side of the web, became an established phrase among
the French concerned in these unfortunate matters. [Archenholtz, i.
316; Montalembert, SAEPIUS, for the phrase "EN NAVETTE."]
"The Pitt-and-Ferdinand Campaign of 1758," says a Note, which I
would fain abridge, "is more palpably victorious than Friedrich's,
much more an affair of bonfires than his; though it too has had its
rubs. Loss of honor at Crefeld; loss of Louisburg and Codfishery:
these are serious blows our enemy has had. But then, to temper the
joy over Louisburg, there was, at Ticonderoga, by Abercrombie, on
the small scale (all the extent of scale he had), a melancholy
Platitude committed: that of walking into an enemy without the
least reconnoitring of him, who proves to be chin-deep in abatis
and field-works; and kills, much at his ease, about 2,000 brave
fellows, brought 5,000 miles for that object. And obliges you to
walk away on the instant, and quit Ticonderoga, like a--surely like
a very tragic Dignitary in Cocked-hat! To be cashiered, we will
hope; at least to be laid on the shelf, and replaced by some Wolfe
or some Amherst, fitter for the business! Nor were the Descents on
the French Coast much to speak of: 'Great Guns got at Cherbourg,'
these truly, as exhibited in Hyde-Park, were a comfortable sight,
especially to the simpler sort: but on the other hand, at Morlaix,
on the part of poor old General Bligh and Company, there had been a
Platitude equal or superior to that of Abercrombie, though not so
tragical in loss of men. 'What of that?' said an enthusiastic
Public, striking their balance, and joyfully illuminating.--
Here is a Clipping from Ohio Country, 'LETTER of an Officer
[distilled essence of Two Letters], dated, FORT-DUQUESNE, 28th
NOVEMBER, 1758:--
"'Our small Corps under General Forbes, after much sore scrambling
through the Wildernesses, and contending with enemies wild and
tame, is, since the last four days, in possession of Fort Duquesne
[PITTSBURG henceforth]: Friday, 24th, the French garrison, on our
appearance, made off without fighting; took to boats down the Ohio,
and vanished out of those Countries,'--forever and a day, we will
hope. 'Their Louisiana-Canada communication is lost; and all that
prodigious tract of rich country,'--which Mr. Washington fixed upon
long ago, is ours again, if we can turn it to use. 'This day a
detachment of us goes to Braddock's field of battle [poor
Braddock!], to bury the bones of our slaughtered countrymen;
many of whom the French butchered in cold blood, and, to their own
eternal shame and infamy, have left lying above ground ever since.
As indeed they have done with all those slain round the Fort in
late weeks;'--calling themselves a civilized Nation too!"
[Old Newspapers (in Gentleman's Magazine for
1759, pp. 41, 39).]
LOWER RHINE, JULY-NOVEMBER, 1758. "Ferdinand's manoeuvres, after
Crefeld, on the France-ward side of Rhine, were very pretty:
but, without Wesel, and versus a Belleisle as War-Minister, and a
Contades who was something of a General, it would not do.
Belleisle made uncommon exertions, diligent to get his broken
people drilled again; Contades was wary, and counter-manoeuvred
rather well. Finally, Soubise" (readers recollect him and his 24 or
30,000, who stood in Frankfurt Country, on the hither or north side
of Rhine), famed Rossbach Soubise,--"pushing out, at Belleisle's
bidding, towards Hanover, in a region vacant otherwise of troops,--
became dangerous to Ferdinand. 'Making for Hanover?' thought
Ferdinand: 'Or perhaps meaning to attack my 12,000 English that are
just landed? Nay, perhaps my Rhine-Bridge itself, and the small
Party left there?' Ferdinand found he would have to return, and
look after Soubise. Crossed, accordingly (August 8th), by his old
Bridge at Rees,--which he found safe, in spite of attempts there
had been; ["Fight of Meer" (Chevert, with 10,000, beaten off, and
the Bridge saved, by Imhof, with 3,000;--both clever soldiers;
Imhof in better luck, and favored by the ground: "5th August,
1758"): MAUVILLON, i. 315.]--and never recrossed during this War.
Judges even say his first crossing had never much solidity of
outlook in it; and though so delightful to the public, was his
questionablest step.
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