Kilgorman: A Story of Ireland in 1798Reed, Talbot Baines
History
Kilgorman: A Story of Ireland in 1798
Reed, Talbot Baines
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Juvenile fiction; Ireland -- Juvenile fiction
"Now, lads," whispered I, "each pick your man, fire when I give the
signal, and then for the guns."
There were but six guns, each manned by two men, and so intent were they
on the attack in front that they had not so much as the tail of an eye
for the rear. There were five of us in all. We kept well in the shadow
till we covered each our man. Then I gave the signal. The pistols rang
out, followed by a loud British cheer, as we rushed forward, cutlass in
hand, on the gunners. Aided by darkness and surprise, and the good aim
of our first volley, we were soon on equal terms as regarded numbers;
and after that there was of course no question as to whom the guns
belonged. Two of our fellows were killed and one wounded, leaving but
me and one other to haul down the French flag.
Our orders had been to spike the guns, but as things had turned out it
seemed better now to hold them, and if possible turn them on the enemy.
All had been done so quickly that those without knew nothing of what had
happened. We could hear the firing grow feebler and more distant, and
guessed that our men had been outnumbered, and were being chased down to
their boats. In the present darkness we could do nothing to help them;
for even if we could have lowered the guns enough to cover them, our
shot might have hurt them more than the enemy.
Our only hope was in the faint glow of dawn on the horizon, and the
prospect, in a few minutes, of sufficient daylight to work by.
Meanwhile we loaded, and reconnoitred the fort, in readiness for the
moment of action.
Day came at last, and showed us the _Diana_ with the two French ships
close-hauled, trying to keep their weather-gage. Our men ashore were
still hemmed in between the fort and the troops, who, now we came to
look at them, were posted in force behind some earthworks which
commanded the passage from the shore to the fort. One of our boats was
stove in, and the other was in the hands of the enemy.
Without a glass it was hard to read the signals on the _Diana_; but she
must have noticed that the French flag on the fort was down, for we saw
her set her sails and prepare to meet her two assailants in the open.
If she could only get the weather-gage, we would startle the Frenchmen
in a way which would amaze them.
As for our own fellows ashore, a pounding shot from one of our guns,
which we contrived to lower sufficiently to command the earthworks, soon
apprised them what was in the wind, and with a rush they made for the
now friendly fort. The enemy followed, but too slowly to prevent their
entrance. The few shots they sent were wild and high. Only one took
effect, and that, alas! was on my faithful comrade; so that when the
gate was opened, I was the only man left to hand over the fort to his
Majesty's officers.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account