directing the road to the spirit of its gallant master.
With the life of the colonel, ended the hopes of the French for that day. The officers, we could perceive, did their duty—cheered, encouraged, and drove on their men, but all in vain! We saw them pass their swords through the bodies of the fugitives; but the men did not even mind that—they would only be killed in their own way—they had had fighting enough for one breakfast. The first impulse, the fiery onset, had been checked by the fall of their brave leader, and sauve qui peut, whether coming from the officers or drummers, no matter which, terminated the affair, and we were left a little time to breathe, and to count the number of our dead.
The moment the French perceived from their batteries that the attempt had failed, and that the leader of the enterprize was dead, they poured in an angry fire upon us. I stuck my hat on the bayonet of my musket, and just shewed it
