Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
They proved to be a mere handful of hussars, led by the Chevalier de
Boisguiller, who was nearly killed by the sword of Charters; but
escaped by having an iron calotte cap within his fur cap. We lost
only three men in this charge; but found nine of the enemy lying dead
on the ground next day.
In vain the Chevalier, an officer of the most romantic courage,
endeavoured to rally his men.
"_En avant, mes camarades--Mes enfans, en avant!_" we heard him
shout, while brandishing his sabre; "_Voilà--voilà, c'est la voye à
l'honneur, à la gloire, à la victoire! Vive le Roi!_"
As they fled there was no pursuit, for the trumpet sounded to recal
stragglers.
Then we reformed line and wheeled back, to permit the infantry and
artillery to pass to the front. After this, our orders were simply
to guard and patrol the approaches to St. Solidore, against which our
comrades on foot commenced the most active operations.
I have no intention of detailing the whole of these, nor could I do
so, perhaps, if willing; but never shall I forget the splendour of
the terrible scene which ensued, when the fires of destruction spread
along the suburbs of St. Solidore and St. Servand, and all around the
harbour of St. Malo.
Through the dark sky we saw the shells fired by our artillery
describing long arcs of light, and bursting like fiery stars or
flaming comets among the rigging of the ships in the basin, or on the
roofs of the stores and houses on the quay. Then the shrieks and
cries of the fugitive people came towards us through the still night
air, together with the incessant explosion of the hand grenades,
which our grenadiers, as they advanced alongside the ships, threw
point blank on their decks, and down the open hatchways.
The most deadly missiles were the _anchor balls_, fired by our
artillery.
These were filled with powder, saltpetre, sulphur, resin, and
turpentine, and had an iron bar, one half of which was within and the
other outside the shell. The latter half was armed with a
grappling-hook, which caught the rigging of the ships, or the walls
or roofs of houses, as the heaviest end flew foremost, and by these
chiefly the whole place was soon sheeted with flaming pyramids, amid
which we saw walls crumbling and descending, and masts and yards
disappearing amid mountains of sparks and burning brands, while
torrents of red fire poured from every door and window round the
whole circle of the harbour.
The sky was full of red clouds and sheets of red sparks; the harbour
and the bay beyond were all ruddied, as if changed to port wine, and
the whole air became filled with roaring flame.
High over all this towered St. Malo on its rock, and on its embattled
walls, its gothic spires and storm-beaten cliffs, redly fell the
glare of destruction; while at times we heard the barking of the
watch dogs, and could see the gleam of arms along the ramparts, for
every citizen was in harness, and from mouth to mouth went the cry.
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