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nanters dismonnted and fought on foot. They left not one man to bear the tidings to their Colonel.
The firing of the platoons had long ago ceased, and the dreadful work was carried on by the sword. At this moment, a trumpet was heard in the rear of our army. There was an awful pause; all looked up. It was only the gallant Captain Nesbit, and his guide, Woodburn of Mains; he had no reinforcement for us, but himself was a host With a loud huzza, and flourish of his sword, he placed himself by the side of Burley, and cried, "Jump the ditch, and charge the enemy." He and Burley struggled through the marsh. The men followed as they could. They formed, and marched on the enemy's right flank.
At this instant, Hamilton and Hackstone brought forward the whole line of infantry in front, "God and our country" re-echoed from all the ranks. "No quarters," said the fierce squadrons of Clavers.—Here commenced a bloody scene.
I seized the opportunity this moment offered to me of making a movement to the left of the enemy to save my friend King and the other prisoners. We came in time to save them. Our swords speedily severed the
