Montcalm and Wolfe . o pieces, a fire was still kept up, chiefly, itseems, by sharpshooters from the bushes and corn-fields, where they had lain for an hour or Wolfe himself led the charge, at the head ofthe Louisbourg grenadiers. A shot shattered hiswrist. He wrapped his handkerchief about it andkept on. Another shot struck him, and he stilladvanced, when a third lodged in his breast. Hestaggered, and sat on the ground. LieutenantBrown, of the grenadiers, one Henderson, a volun-teer in the same company, and a private soldier,aided by an officer of artillery who ran to join them,carr
Montcalm and Wolfe . o pieces, a fire was still kept up, chiefly, itseems, by sharpshooters from the bushes and corn-fields, where they had lain for an hour or Wolfe himself led the charge, at the head ofthe Louisbourg grenadiers. A shot shattered hiswrist. He wrapped his handkerchief about it andkept on. Another shot struck him, and he stilladvanced, when a third lodged in his breast. Hestaggered, and sat on the ground. LieutenantBrown, of the grenadiers, one Henderson, a volun-teer in the same company, and a private soldier,aided by an officer of artillery who ran to join them,carried him in their arms to the rear. He beggedthem to lay him down. They did so, and asked ifhe would have a surgeon. Theres no need, heanswered; its all over with me. A momentafter, one of them cried out: They run; see howthey run! Who run? Wolfe demanded, like aman roused from sleep. The enemy, sir. Egad,they give way everywhere! Go, one of you, toColonel Burton, returned the dying man; tell him The Fall of iM^-yri^tU^.iB^y. ty Ziuh- 1759.] FALL OF WOLFE AND MONTCALM. 141 to march Webbs regiment down to Charles River,to cut off their retreat from the bridge. Then,turning on his side, he murmured, Now, God bepraised, I will die in peace! and in a few momentshis gallant soul had fled. Montcalm, still on horseback, was borne with thetide of fugitives towards the town. As he approachedthe walls a shot passed through his body. He kepthis seat; two soldiers supported him, one on eachside, and led his horse through the St. Louis the open space within, among the excited crowd,were several women, drawn, no doubt, by eagernessto know the result of the fight. One of them recog-nized him, saw the streaming blood, and shrieked, 0 mon Dieu ! mon Dieu ! le Marquis est tm ! Itsnothing, its nothing, replied the death-strickenman; dont be troubled forme, my good friends.( Ce iiest rien, ce riest Hen; ne vous affligez pas pourmoi, mes bonnes amies.) Note.—There are several co
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