Soon tidings came from Sir Archibald Alison, saying briefly, 'We have taken all the villages, but the last, before entering Coomassie; support me with the Rifles, and I hope to enter it to-night.' Fortunately he had been anticipated: the half battalion was close upon his own, and with it were Dalton and Wilmot. The slugs were coming out of the bush as thick as hail, and the advance of the Highlanders and Rifles along the road that led to Coomassie was in a form never before seen in war. Colonel M'Leod led the former. Along the well-ambushed road they proceeded quietly and steadily, as if upon parade, but by two abreast in file, so narrow was the forest path. 'Forty-Second, fire by successive companies--front rank to the right, rear rank to the left,' shouted Colonel M'Leod. 'A company--front rank, present! rear rank, present!' 'So on,' says the correspondent of the _New York Herald_, 'and thus vomiting bullets two score to the right and two score to the left, the companies volleyed and thundered as they marched past the ambuscades, the bag-pipes playing, the cheers rising from the throats of the lusty Scots, till the forest rung again with the discordant medley of musketry, bag-pipe music, and vocal sounds. Rait's artillery now and then gave tongue with an emphasis and result which must have recalled to the Ashantees memories of the bloody field of Amoaful, where Captain Rait and his subalterns, Knox and Saunders, signalised themselves so conspicuously. But it was the audacious spirit and true military bearing on the part of the Highlanders, as they moved down the road to Coomassie, which challenged admiration this day.' So great was the roar of musketry in the echoing woods that, scared by the terrible and unusual sound, the very birds of the air--and brightly plumaged birds they were--grovelled in terror, with outspread wings over the dying and the dead. Many were borne rearward disfigured for life and frightfully wounded by the missiles of their hidden antagonists; but the regiment never halted--the Rifles following close--nor wavered, but moved steadily on with its national music playing, until the Ashantees, conceiving it to be useless to continue against men who advanced thus, heedless of all ambuscades, rose from their coverts and fled in yelling hordes towards Coomassie.