Boys of the Light Brigade: A Story of Spain and the Peninsular WarStrang, Herbert
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Boys of the Light Brigade: A Story of Spain and the Peninsular War
Strang, Herbert
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Juvenile fiction
At half-past three in the afternoon the French cannonade suddenly
ceased. Jack had placed his men in position, but as he saw that nearly
a thousand men were being launched against scarcely more than two
hundred, he felt that even the desperate valour of his patriotic troops
could not prevail against such odds. But it never occurred to him, or
to a single member of his gallant force, that there was any alternative
to the one simple course—to hold on to the end. Palafox had entrusted
him with the defence of that quarter; he would defend it to the last
gasp, and he knew that no British officer in the same situation would
have come to any other conclusion.
The attack had begun. In the two streets the French were rushing ten
abreast at the barricades. In the ruins approaching Vega and Vallejo
their formation was necessarily broken, but they swept forward with a
dash and a courage which Jack, remembering their former failures, could
not but regard as magnificent. The front ranks seemed to melt away
under the fire of the defenders, who, well disciplined by their long
experience, fired calmly and with deadly accuracy, wasting no powder,
and watching the French advance in seeming unconcern. But though the
enemy fell by scores, there was no halting now. They swarmed up to and
through the breached barricades, and ran a race with death towards the
grim skeletons of the shattered houses. For a few seconds there was a
tense silence; the majority of the defenders had discharged their pieces
and were either reloading or preparing to repel with the bayonet. Then
the opposing forces met; there was a sudden babel of noise, steel
clashing against steel, pistols cracking, men shouting fiercely in their
several tongues, and some crying out in the agony of death. The street
was narrow; for a time the French could make but little impression on
the unbroken front opposed to them, but Jack, from his post on the roof
of Hontanon, saw that it was now a question of the most desperate close
fighting. As soon as the head of the attacking column was lost to view
beneath him, he hurried down to take his part in the tremendous
struggle.
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