Cromwell saw with stern joy that at last the Scotch had given him the
longed-for chance, and true to his instincts he at once decided to
attack, instead of waiting to be attacked. Leslie’s troops had come down
the steep slopes, and at their foot were crowded together so that their
freedom of movement was much impaired. Cromwell believed that if their
right wing were smashed, the left could not come in time to its support.
He pointed this out to Lambert, who commanded his horse, and to Monk,
the saturnine tobacco-chewing colonel, now a devoted and trusted
Cromwellian. Both agreed with Cromwell, and before dawn the English army
was formed for the onslaught, the officers and troopers praying and
exhorting loudly. Their cry was: “The Lord of Hosts!” that of their
Presbyterian foes: “The Covenant!” It was a strange fight, this between
the Puritan and the Covenanter, whose likeness in the intensity of their
religious zeal and in the great features of their creeds but embittered
their antagonism over the smaller points upon which they differed.
Day dawned, while driving gusts of rain swept across the field, and the
soldiers on both sides stood motionless. Then the trumpets sounded the
charge, and the English horse, followed by the English foot, spurred
against the stubborn Scottish infantry of Leslie’s right wing. The
masses of Scotch cavalry, with their lancers at the head, fell on the
English horse—disordered by the contest with the infantry—and pushed
them back into the brook; but they rallied in a moment, as the reserves
came up, and horse and foot again rushed forward to the attack. At this
moment the sun flamed red over the North Sea, and Cromwell shouted
aloud, with stern exultation: “Let God arise and let His enemies be
scattered,” and a few moments later—“They run! I profess they run!” for
now the Scottish army broke in wild confusion, though one brigade of
foot held their ground, fighting the English infantry at push of pike
and butt-end of musket, until a troop of the victorious horse charged
from one end to the other, through and through them.
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