“Looking up, I perceived a number of French Grenadiers, under a heavy fire of grape, sword in hand, stepping over the dead and stabbing the wounded. My companion was treated in the same manner. The sword, plucked from his body and reeking with his blood, was raised to give me the _coup de grâce_, when, fortunately, the uplifted arm was arrested by a smart little man--a sergeant--who cried out: “‘Oh, mon Colonel, êtes-vous blessé?’ and he ordered some men to remove me.” They raised the Colonel in their arms and carried him up the breach on to the ramparts. Here they were stopped by a Captain of the Grenadiers, who asked some questions, then kissed him, and desired the party to proceed to the hospital. They met the Governor and his staff on the way, who asked if the Colonel was badly wounded, and directed that proper care should be taken of him. After descending from the rampart into the town, as they were going along the street leading to the hospital, they were accosted by an officer who had evidently taken his “drop.” He demanded the Englishman’s sword, which was still hanging by his side. The reply came: “You have the power to take it, but certainly have no right to do so, as I have not been made a prisoner by you.” This seemed to enrage him, and with great violence of manner and gesture he unbuckled the belt and carried away the sword. Upon reaching the hospital, the Surgeon-Major was very kind in his manner. After he had enlarged the wounds, according to the French system, and then dressed them, the Colonel was carried across the street and put into a bed in one of the wards of the great hospital, which a soldier was ordered to vacate for his use. This man returned later in the day for his pipe and tobacco, which he had left under the pillow.