Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
Full orbed, and round as the shield of Fingal, the unclouded moon
rose brightly above the Elbe; its glassy waters rolled in light, and
the woods and thickets which fringed the southern bank, together with
the old fantastic houses of Boitzenbnrg on the north, were all bathed
in that silver sheen, which in brightness contrasted so strongly with
the deep black shadows.
Under the central arch of the bridge three red lights were reflected
in the current of the river. These were the lanterns of our miners,
who, under the direction of the Laird of Balcomie, were sinking a
chamber in one of the piers, and charging it with powder. So bright
was the lustre of the July moon that we could discern every movement
of the enemy as clearly as if it were noonday.
A regiment of musketeers, clad in white buff coats and steel caps,
and having two large banners with the Austrian Eagle and Burgundian
Cross, poured along the road, and, under a discharge of their cannon
(which took possession of an eminence about five hundred yards
distant), advanced to storm and destroy the palisades which protected
the outer side of our wet-graff; two other regiments endeavoured to
outflank the redoubt, and force, by the river side, a passage to the
_tête-du-pont_, but a heavy fire met them at every angle; their
cannon-shot began to knock splinters of stone and clouds of earth
about us, or crashed into our parapets, and now began in earnest the
whole uproar of war, which now I heard for the first time.
Our company of M'Farquhars had to defend that face of the sconce
which swept the roadway; and over our earthen parapets we poured a
close and deadly fire, to which the Imperialists replied with equal
rapidity, but not with equal effect; for while our men levelled over
a rampart, which protected them breast high, the assailants were
wholly exposed, and levelled their long matchlock-muskets over iron
forks; but the front rank came on with arms slung, and using only
hatchets attacked the palisades, hewing them down frantically in
their efforts to force a passage to the ditch.
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