Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; War stories
eyes, for I just got a glimpse of the poor wretch as he fell back, his
eyes starting out of his head, and, savage though we were, the sight
was almost too horrible to look at. But the struggle was over in a
second, and we had cleared the ground again right up to the rear hedge
of the lane. Had we gone on, I believe we might have recovered the lane
too, but we were now all out of order; there was no one to say what
to do; the enemy began to line the hedge and open fire, and they were
streaming past our left; and how it came about I know not, but we found
ourselves falling back towards our right rear, scarce any semblance
of a line remaining, and the volunteers who had given way on our left
mixed up with us, and adding to the confusion. It was now nearly dark.
On the slopes which we were retreating to was a large mass of reserves
drawn up in columns. Some of the leading files of these, mistaking us
for the enemy, began firing at us; our fellows, crying out to them to
stop, ran towards their ranks, and in a few moments the whole slope of
the hill became a scene of confusion that I cannot attempt to describe,
regiments and detachments mixed up in hopeless disorder. Most of us,
I believe, turned towards the enemy and fired away our few remaining
cartridges; but it was too late to take aim, fortunately for us, or the
guns which the enemy had brought up through the gap, and were firing
point-blank, would have done more damage. As it was, we could see
little more than the bright flashes of their fire. In our confusion we
had jammed up a line regiment immediately behind us, which I suppose
had just arrived on the field, and its colonel and some staff-officers
were in vain trying to make a passage for it, and their shouts to us
to march to the rear and clear a road could be heard above the roar of
the guns and the confused babel of sound. At last a mounted officer
pushed his way through, followed by a company in sections, the men
brushing past with firm-set faces, as if on a desperate task; and the
battalion, when it got clear, appeared to deploy and advance down the
slope. I have also a dim recollection of seeing the Life Guards trot
past the front, and push on towards the town--a last desperate attempt
to save the day--before we left the field. Our adjutant, who had got
separated from our flank of the regiment in the confusion, now came up,
and managed to lead us, or at any rate some of us, up to the crest of
the hill in the rear, to re-form, as he said; but there we met a vast
crowd of volunteers, militia, and waggons, all hurrying rearward from
the direction of the big house, and we were borne in the stream for a
mile at least before it was possible to stop. At last the adjutant led
us to an open space a little off the line of fugitives, and there we
re-formed the remains of the companies. Telling us to halt, he rode off
to try and obtain orders, and find out where the rest of our brigade
was.
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