Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
'And I shall have you broke for mutiny,' said the captain. 'How can
these fellows know how to choose their ammunition without some one to
direct them?'
And so off he went to the rear, with the sailors; but, though they
returned, poor fellows! in ten minutes or so, we saw no more of the
captain till evening. On came the French in their last charge. Ere they
could close with us, the sailors had fired their field-pieces thrice;
and we could see wide avenues opened among them with each discharge. But
on they came. Our bayonets crossed and clashed with theirs for one half
minute; and, in the next, they were hurled headlong down the declivity,
and we were fighting among them pell-mell. There are few troops superior
to the French, master, in a first attack; but they want the bottom of
the British; and, now that we had broken them in the moment of their
onset, they had no chance with us, and we pitched our bayonets into them
as if they were so many sheaves in harvest. They lay in some places
three and four tier deep--for our blood was up, master,--just as they
advanced on us, we had heard of the death of our general; and they
neither asked for quarter nor got it. Ah, the good and gallant Sir
Ralph! We all felt as if we had lost a father; but he died as the brave
best love to die. The field was all our own; and not a Frenchman
remained who was not dead or dying. That action, master, fairly broke
the neck of their power in Egypt.
Our colonel was severely wounded, as I have told you, early in the
morning; but, though often enough urged to retire, he had held out all
day, and had issued his orders with all the coolness and decision for
which he was so remarkable; but, now that the excitement of the fight
was over, his strength failed him at once, and he had to be carried to
his tent. He called for Bill, to assist in bearing him off. I believe it
was merely that he might have an opportunity of speaking to him. He
told him that, whether he died or lived, he would take care that he
should be provided for. He gave Captain Turpic charge, too, that he
should keep a warm side to Bill. I overheard our major say to the
captain, as we left the tent--'Good heavens! did you ever see two men
liker one another than the colonel and our new sergeant?' But the
captain carelessly remarked, that the resemblance didn't strike him.
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