The Powers of Europe and Fall of SebastopolA British officer
History
The Powers of Europe and Fall of Sebastopol
A British officer
Crimean War, 1853-1856; Europe -- History -- 1789-1900
“After various successes and reverses, the French seemed about to
gain the day. The English centre was broken, and Victor’s columns
marching triumphantly through it. Just at this juncture, when the
English were scattering on every side, Colonel Donellan, anxious to
save the honor of his army, was seen advancing through the disordered
masses, at the head of the 48th regiment. The retiring masses on
every side pressed hard against these brave soldiers, and it seemed,
at first, as though they must be carried away by them; but, wheeling
back by companies, they opened to let the fugitives pass, and then,
pursuing their proud and beautiful line, they marched straight upon
the pursuing columns on the right side, and poured their rapid
fire into the dense ranks. Closing on the foe with steadiness and
firmness, these few soldiers arrested the progress of the entire
mass. Then their artillery opened its fire upon them, and the cavalry
rallied, and rode round to charge their flanks; and, after a short
and earnest warfare, the tide of success turned, and victory, which
seemed a moment before in the hands of the French, was wrested
from their grasp, amid the loud shouts and earnest cheerings of
the British. Their troops retired in good order to their former
position, and at six o’clock the battle had closed. And now, as both
parties were preparing to remove their wounded, and pay the last
sad duties to the dead, one of those terrible events occurred which
sometimes come to shock the human soul, and overrun a cup of misery
already full. Hardly had the last troops withdrawn from the scene of
contest, when the long dry grass took fire, and one broad flame swept
furiously over the field, wrapping the dead and wounded together in
its fiery mantle. The shrieks of the scorched and writhing victims,
that struggled up through the thick folds of smoke that rolled darkly
over them, were far more appalling than the uproar of battle, and
carried consternation to every heart that heard. Two thousand men
were killed on both sides, and eight thousand wounded.”[1]
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