. When men grew tall;. ALL Lambert is to hold himself in the rear of Gen-eral Gibbs, with two regiments as a the columns form, there are eighty-fivehundred of the English; against which theGeneral opposes a scanty thirty-two yet, upon those overpowering eighty-fivehundred hangs a silence like a sadness, asthough they are about to go marching to theirgraves. The solemn fear in which the English holdthe hunting-shirt men finds pathetic the columns wheel into position. ColonelDale of the Highlanders gives a letter and hiswatch to the surgeon. * Carry them to my
. When men grew tall;. ALL Lambert is to hold himself in the rear of Gen-eral Gibbs, with two regiments as a the columns form, there are eighty-fivehundred of the English; against which theGeneral opposes a scanty thirty-two yet, upon those overpowering eighty-fivehundred hangs a silence like a sadness, asthough they are about to go marching to theirgraves. The solemn fear in which the English holdthe hunting-shirt men finds pathetic the columns wheel into position. ColonelDale of the Highlanders gives a letter and hiswatch to the surgeon. * Carry them to my wife, says he, andtell her that I died at the head of my regi-ment. The Forty-fourth is told off to lead the mainattack, and Colonel Mullins breaks into hys-terical anger. My regiment, he cries, has been or-dered for execution! Our dead bodies are tofill the ditch, and form a bridge for the othersto cross upon! Sir Duncan Campbell comes among hisHighlanders, wrapped in a cloak. Some onesuggests that he lay it o o q 23 ?-= < fc THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY Never! says he; Til peel for no Ameri-can ! and twenty-four hours later he is buriedin that cloalc. The English stand to their arms, and waitthe breaking of day. Slowly the minutes dragtheir leaden length along; morning comes atlast. With the first streaks of livid dawn, a con-greve rocket flashes skyward from Sir Edwardsheadquarters. The rocket is the English sig-nal to advance. In a moment, General Gibbs,General Keane, and Colonel Dale with his* praying Highlanders are in motion. The signal rocket uncouples thousands uponthousands of fellow rockets; the air is on firewith them as they blaze aloft in mighty arcs,to fall and explode among the hunting-shirtmen. Toys for children, boys, cries the Gen-eral, as he observes the hunting-shirt menwatching the flaming shower with curious,non-understanding eyes; toys for children!Theyll hurt no one! The General is right. Those congreve rock-ets are supposed to be as deadly as ar
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