. An empire story; stories of India and the greater colonies told to children . verpowered and silenced, andwhen the sun rose it shone upon four thousand red coatsdrawn up in battle array upon the Heights of Abraham,as the place was called. Breathless, panic-stricken messengers hurried withthe news to the brave French commander. With whiteset face, and eyes hard and fixed, Montcalm looked acrossthe plain to where the silent army stood. The long, redline showed clear against the dark wood and heavy sky,and where the sun broke through the clouds it caughtthe glitter of steel. * We must crush the
. An empire story; stories of India and the greater colonies told to children . verpowered and silenced, andwhen the sun rose it shone upon four thousand red coatsdrawn up in battle array upon the Heights of Abraham,as the place was called. Breathless, panic-stricken messengers hurried withthe news to the brave French commander. With whiteset face, and eyes hard and fixed, Montcalm looked acrossthe plain to where the silent army stood. The long, redline showed clear against the dark wood and heavy sky,and where the sun broke through the clouds it caughtthe glitter of steel. * We must crush them, said Montcalm. Not till ten oclock did the battle begin. ThenMontcalms men advanced. Indians terrible in war-paintand scalps, gay French soldiers, daring reckless Canadians,on they came. In quivering silence the British awaitedthem. Then the order to charge was given. The airwas rent with British cheers, and the defiant scream ofthe bagpipes mingled with the Indian war-cry. The fight was short and deadly. Everywhere amidthe havoc strode Wolfe, pale and calm. A shot struck. SLIPPING AND STUM3I,IN3, THE MEN WENT ON. THE PATH OF GLORY 97 him in the wrist. Hastily tying his handkerchief roundit, he went on. Again he was struck. Still he kept third shot sent him staggering to the ground. Quickly his officers carried him out of the fight. * Itis all over with me, he said, as they laid him gentlydown. Then he lay still. Suddenly one of the officers who stood beside himcried out, * They run I they run I * Who run ? asked Wolfe, raising himself. * The enemy, sir, replied the officer; they give wayeverywhere. * Now, God be praised I cried Wolfe, * I die in peace!Then he turned on his side and spoke no more. Carried along by the rush of fleeing soldiers, Mont-calm, sorely wounded, was borne back to with blood, reeling in pain, he still sat uponhis horse, and so was hurried within the gate. There allwas terror and confusion. * Alas I alas! cried a womanin the crowd
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