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were near Pitschur, and at once attacked the Russian camp outside the
               town. Taken completely by surprise, the Russians fought feebly, and more

               than five hundred were killed before they entered the town, hotly pursued
               by the Swedes. Shutting themselves up in the houses, and barricading the

               doors and windows, they defended themselves desperately, refusing all
               offers of surrender.



               The Livonian peasants were, however, at work, and set fire to the town in
               many places. The flames spread rapidly. Great stores of hides and leather,

               and a huge magazine filled with hemp, added to the fury of the
               conflagration, and the whole town was burned to the ground; numbers of
               the Russians preferring death by fire, in the houses, to coming out and

                surrendering themselves.



               Many of the fugitives had succeeded in reaching a strong position on the
               hill commanding the town. This consisted of a convent, surrounded by
                strong walls mounted with cannon, which played upon the town while the

               fight there was going on. As Baron Spens had no guns with him, he was
               unable to follow up his advantage by taking this position, and he therefore

               gave orders to the force to retire, the peasants being loaded with booty that
               they had gathered before the fire spread.



               The loss of the Swedes was thirty killed and sixty wounded, this being a
                small amount of loss compared with what they had inflicted upon the

               enemy.


                "I call that a horrible business, Captain Jervoise," Charlie said, when the

               troops had returned to Marienburg.  "There was no real fighting in it."



                "It was a surprise, Charlie. But they fought desperately after they gained the
               town."



                "Yes, but we did nothing there beyond firing away at the windows. Of
               course, I had my sword in my hand; but it might as well have been in its

                sheath, for I never struck a blow, and I think it was the same with most of
               our men. One could not cut down those poor wretches, who were scarce
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