A voice from Waterloo: A history of the battle fought on the 18th June, 1815Cotton, Edward
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A voice from Waterloo: A history of the battle fought on the 18th June, 1815
Cotton, Edward
Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815
The fire of the enemy’s artillery had been continued with great
vigour; it was now increased upon that part of our position which was
between the two high-roads. Our squares, which were lying down behind
the crest of the ridge and could not be seen by the enemy, were, in
a great degree, protected from the round and grape-shot, but not
from the shells, which were bestowed upon them most liberally. They
sometimes fell amongst us with great effect. Those missiles may be
both seen and heard as they approach; so that by keeping a look-out
many lives were saved; the ground too was so saturated with rain that
the shells in some instances sunk beneath the surface, and bursting
threw up mud and sand, which were comparatively harmless. The oldest
soldier however had never witnessed so furious a cannonade. The Duke,
writing to lord Beresford, says, “I never saw such a pounding match.”
The havock was dreadful in the extreme, for some considerable time
before the impetuous Ney came on with his grand cavalry attack, made
by forty squadrons. On their right, close to La Haye-Sainte, were
the cuirassiers; then the lancers and chasseurs _à cheval_ of the
Imperial guard. They advanced in lines, _en échelons_, their left
reaching nearly to the east hedge of Hougoumont.
As those on the right neared the ridge, their artillery discontinued
firing; and ours opened with grape, canister and Shrapnel shells,
which rattled like hail on the steel-clad warriors; but they still
pressed on, regardless of our fire, towards the guns, the horses
of which had been sent to the rear. Every discharge (the load was
usually double,) dreadfully shattered their ranks, and threw them
into great disorder; but excited by the trumpets sounding the charge,
they rode up to the cannons’ mouths, shouting, _Vive l’Empereur!_
Our gunners fled to the squares, which were all ranged in chequer;
the front ones had advanced again nearly close to the guns. The
French, not perceiving the advantage which the squares afforded the
gunners, and imagining that they had captured the guns, shouted out
in triumph, and then crossed over the ridge; here they were assailed
by a rolling fire from our squares, which were all prepared, the
front rank on the right knee, the next rank at the charge.
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