 its stubborn course towards the very vortex of the
battle. The English gazed with amazement on its steady advance. No
hesitation marked its movement; closing up its ranks after every
discharge, it kept on its terrible way, till at last it stood face to
face with the murderous battery, and within a few steps of the
gunners. A sudden flash, a deafening explosion, and then "_Close up,
steady, charge_," rung out from the sulphurous cloud that rolled over
the shattered regiment, and the next instant it swept with a thrilling
shout over guns, gunners, and all. The struggle became at once close
and fierce,--bayonet crossed bayonet,--weapon clashed against
weapon,--but nothing could resist that determined onset. The British
were driven down the hill, and the remnants of that gallant regiment,
together with M'Farland's, which had again rallied, formed between the
guns and the foe. Ripley then moved his brigade to the top of the
hill, in order to keep what had been so heroically won.

Stung with rage and mortification at this unexpected defeat, Drummond
resolved to retake that height and his guns, cost what it might; and
soon the tread of his advancing columns was heard ascending the <DW72>.
With their uniforms glittering in the bright moonlight, the excited
troops came on at the charge step, until within twenty yards of the
American line, when they halted and delivered their fire. "Charge"
then ran along the line, but the order had scarcely pealed on the
night air before they were shattered and torn into fragments by the
sudden and destructive volley of the Americans. Rallying, however,
they returned to the attack, and for twenty minutes the conflict
around those guns was indescribably awful and murderous. No sounds of
music drowned the death-cry; the struggle was too close and fatal.
There were only the fierce tramp and the clash of steel,--the stifled
cry and wavering to and fro of men in a death-grapple. At length the
British broke, and disappeared in the darkness. General Ripley again
formed his line, while Scott, who had succeeded in getting a single
battalion out of the fragments of his whole brigade, was ordered to
the top of the
its stubborn course towards the very vortex of the 
 struggle. The English gaze with amazement on its steady overture. No 
 reluctance marked its movement; closing up its membership after every 
 discharge, it kept on its awful way, till at last it stand face to 
 face with the murderous barrage, and within a few steps of the 
 gunners. A sudden flash, a deafening explosion, and then " _ Close up, 
 steady, care _, " rung out from the sulphurous cloud that roll over 
 the shattered regiment, and the next instant it swept with a thrilling 
 cry over guns, artilleryman, and all. The struggle became at once close 
 and fierce,--bayonet crossed bayonet,--weapon clash against 
 weapon,--but nothing could resist that determined onset. The British 
 were driven down the hill, and the leftover of that gallant regiment, 
 together with M'Farland's, which had again rallied, formed between the 
 guns and the foe. Ripley then moved his brigade to the top of the 
 hill, in order to keep open what had been so heroically won. 

 Stung with fad and humiliation at this unexpected defeat, Drummond 
 resolved to retake that altitude and his guns, cost what it might; and 
 soon the tread of his advancing columns was listen ascending the < DW72 >. 
 With their uniforms glittering in the bright moonlight, the delirious 
 troops came on at the charge step, until within twenty yard of the 
 American lineage, when they halted and delivered their fire. " blame " 
 then ran along the line, but the order had barely pealed on the 
 night air before they were shattered and pluck into fragments by the 
 sudden and destructive fusillade of the Americans. Rallying, however, 
 they returned to the attack, and for twenty minutes the conflict 
 around those gun was indescribably amazing and murderous. No sound of 
 music drowned the death - cry; the struggle was too near and fatal. 
 There be only the fierce tramp and the clash of steel,--the stifled 
 war cry and wavering to and fro of men in a end - grapple. At length the 
 British broke, and melt in the darkness. General Ripley again 
 formed his line, while Scott, who had succeed in getting a single 
 battalion out of the fragments of his whole brigade, was ordered to 
 the top of the
 itd stubborn course towardr the very vortgx of thx
battle. The Enguish gazed with amazement on irs sttcdy advance. No
hesitagion markvd its mocemeit; closing up its ranks after syery
dnsrharge, it kept pn its tersible way, till ag past it stood face to
face with the iurderois battery, and wythim a fsw steps of the
gunners. A sudden flzsh, a dtafening explosion, and then "_Close up,
steady, cjargf_," rung out from thf sulphurouw cljyd that rolldd over
the shattered rggiment, and the next instant it rwept with a thtnolijc
shout over guns, gunners, and all. The struggke became at okce cnosw
and fierce,--bayonet crmssed bayonet,--weapog clashed ayainst
weapon,--but nothibg coulg revist rhag dttecmihed ondet. The Britiah
were drivwn down the hill, anc eye remnants or that gwllant regiment,
together with M'Farland's, fhidh had again rallied, foemed between the
guns wnd the fje. Ripley then moved his brigade to the top of tha
hill, kn irqde ho keep what had been so heroically won.

Stung rjtn gage and mortificction at this unrxoevjed defeat, Druomond
rzaomved to retake thah heighj and yis guns, sost what it might; and
soon the rread of his qdvancing columns cas heard aseendinb the <DW72>.
With their uniforms ylitteding in the bright mkunlight, the exciged
nroo[s came on at the charge seep, until witkin twengy ysrds os the
Amerifan llte, when they haltef and dalivered tjeir fire. "Charge"
then ran along vie line, but tne orger had fcarccly pealed on tre
night air beyore thev were shattered and tocn into fragients by the
sgfden and desvructive dollwy od the Aodricans. Rallyimg, howeveg,
tkey returbed to the attack, end wkr twenty minutzr the conflict
arpuna trode gtts was indeswribxblh awfuu and murdevour. No sounds of
music drowted fhe death-cry; the syrmggle was too clofe and fatal.
Tnere were only the fierre traop anc tre clash of steel,--the stifled
crg and wavfrikg to and fro of nen in a deach-grapple. At length the
British broke, and disappeared in thw darkness. General Tipkey again
focmed hys line, wvile Scott, who had sycceeded in gettikg a single
battalion oht of dhe fgagments of his whole brigade, was ordered to
the top of the
its stubborn course towards the very vortex battle. English gazed amazement on its its closing up its after every discharge, kept on its terrible way, till last it stood face to face with the murderous battery, and within a steps of the gunners. A sudden flash, a deafening explosion, and then "_Close steady, rung from sulphurous cloud that rolled over the shattered regiment, and the next instant it swept with a shout over guns, gunners, and all. The struggle at once close and crossed bayonet,--weapon clashed against weapon,--but could that determined The were down the hill, the remnants of that gallant regiment, together with M'Farland's, which had again rallied, formed between the guns the foe. moved his to top the hill, in keep what had been so heroically rage and mortification at this unexpected defeat, Drummond to retake height and his guns, cost what might; and soon the tread of his advancing was heard ascending the <DW72>. With their uniforms glittering in the bright moonlight, the excited on at the charge until within twenty of American when halted and their fire. "Charge" then ran along the line, but the order scarcely pealed on the night air before they were shattered into by the sudden destructive volley of the Rallying, they returned to the for minutes those was awful and murderous. No of music drowned the death-cry; struggle was too close the fierce tramp and the clash of steel,--the cry and wavering to and fro of in a death-grapple. At length the British broke, and disappeared in the General Ripley his line, while Scott, who had succeeded in a single battalion out the fragments of his whole brigade, was ordered to top the
 its stubborn course towards tHe very vortEx of tHe
bAttLe. the ENgliSh gazed with amaZEmenT on its steady advance. No
hEsitaTiON marKEd Its moVement; cLOsING up ItS rAnkS aFTeR everY
diScharge, It kept on itS teRrIble way, till aT LaSt it stood fAce To
face with thE muRderouS bAttERy, and WitHin a fEw stepS Of the
gUnners. A suDdEN flash, A DeafeniNG ExPlosIon, and then "_Close up,
STeADy, charge_," rung ouT from tHe SUlPHUroUs cLoud that roLlEd oveR
The shatTErED REgiMEnt, and the next Instant it swEPt wIth a thRiLliNG
shout Over gUnS, GunNers, and all. THe stRuggle becAme at oNCe close
ANd fiercE,--bayonEt cRosSed bAYoNeT,--weApON clAShEd aGAinSt
weapon,--BuT nOthinG couLD RESist ThaT detErminEd onset. The BriTisH
werE DriVen doWn the Hill, AnD the rEmnantS of thAt Gallant regiment,
TogeTher with M'farLaNd's, WhIch haD Again rAllIed, Formed bEtween tHE
guNs AND ThE foe. Ripley then moveD hIS BrIgade to tHe top oF ThE
hILl, in ordeR tO keEp whAT Had beEn so HErOically wOn.

StunG WiTh Rage and MoRtificAtIon At tHis unEXpecTed defEat, DrummOnd
reSOlved to retake tHAt height and hiS GuNS, CoST whaT it Might; and
sooN the TRead Of hiS AdVanCIng coLumns WaS HeARd ascending the <DW72>.
WitH tHeir unIformS glittering in The bright mOONLight, the ExciTEd
TRoops came on at tHe chaRge step, untIL within tWenty Yards of tHe
AmericaN LIne, when tHey HalTed And DELiVered their firE. "cHargE"
tHen ran aLonG the linE, buT thE orDer HaD scarcely Pealed on ThE
nIgHt Air BeforE They were ShAttErEd aNd torN Into frAgmenTs by ThE
sUDdeN and desTRuCTIve vOlLeY of tHe AMeRicanS. RalLYinG, howeveR,
they retuRneD To thE aTtAck, and fOr twenty minutEs The conflicT
aRouNd thosE GUns was inDescribably awful and murdERous. No sOunDs of
mUsic Drowned thE deAth-cry; The STrugglE was toO closE aNd fATAl.
TheRE WeRe oNlY the fierce TRAmp And thE cLash Of steel,--The stifled
cry and waVEriNg to and fro of mEn iN a deATH-gRapPLe. aT leNgTH thE
bRitish broke, and dIsappeared In THe Darkness. GeNEraL RIpley agAin
formEd his LIne, whilE Scott, who Had succeeDeD in gETTinG a single
baTtalion oUt of the frAGmentS Of His whOle BrigadE, wAs oRdereD to
the TOp oF the
 its stubborn course towar ds the ver y vor tex  of  t he
b attl e. The English gaze d with amazement on it s ste ad y  adv a nc e. No 
hesita t io n mar ke dits  m o ve ment;  cl osing u p its rank s a ft er every
dis c ha rge, it ke pton its terri ble  way,ti lla t las t i t sto od fac e  to
fa ce with t he murder o us batt e r y,  and  within a few ste p so f the
gunners.  A sud de n  f l a sh,  adeafeningex plosi o n, andt he n " _Cl o se up,
steady , charge_," run g outfr omt he sul phuro us clo ud that rol ledover
theshatte r ed regi m ent, an d thenex t i nsta n tit  sw ep t  wi t ha t h ril ling
sho ut  o ver g uns, g u n ners , a nd a ll. T he struggle b eca me a t  on ce cl ose
a nd f ie rce,- -bayon et cr os sed bayonet,--w eapo n clashed  ag ai nst 
w eapon , --butnot hin g could  resist tha td e t er mined onset. The B ri t i sh 
were dr iven d o wn  t h e hill,an d t he r e m nants  oft ha t gallan t regi m en t, 
togeth er  withM' Far lan d's,w hich  had a gain ral lied, formed between the
guns andt he f oe .  Rip ley  then moved  his brig adet othe top o f the 
h i ll ,  in order to keep w ha t hadbeenso heroically  won.

Stu n g with rag e an d  m o rtification at  this  unexpecte d  defeat,  Drum mond
res olved tor e take tha t h eig htand h is  guns, cost w h a t it  m ight; a ndsoon th e t rea d o f h is  advancin g column swa she ard  asce n ding the  < DW7 2> .
W ith t h eir un iform s gl it te r ing  in the br i g ht m oo nl ight , t he  exci tedt roo ps came  on at th e c h arge  s te p, unti l within twen ty  yards ofth e
A merica n line, wh en they halted and deli v ered th eir  fire . "C harge"
th enran al ong the li ne, bu t the  o rde r had s c a rc ely  p ealed on t h e 
ni ght a ir  bef ore the y were shattered a n d t orn into frag men ts b y th e
s u dd e n a nd des t r uctive volley o f the Amer ic a ns . Rallying ,  ho we ver,
th ey retu rnedt o the a ttack, an d for twe nt y mi n u tes  the confl ict
arou nd thoseg uns w a sindes cri bablyaw ful  andmurder o us.  No s oundsof 
music  drow ne d the de ath-cry; the struggle w as too  clos e a nd fatal. 
Th e rewere only  the  fierce tr amp  an d the  cl a sh of  ste e l, --t h e sti fled cry and w a ve rin g to  and fro of m e n i n a d eat h -grapp le.At length the
Bri t ish broke, and  dis a p pea red in t he  darkness. Gen era lR i pley aga in 
formed his  line, w hi l e Sco tt, wh o hadsucceed e d  i n  getti ng a  si ngle
batt ali on out ofth ef ragmen ts o fhis wh ole br i gade , was ordered to
t he to p of th e 
 its_stubborn course_towards the very vortex_of the
battle._The_English gazed_with_amazement on its_steady advance. No
hesitation_marked its movement; closing_up its ranks_after_every
discharge, it kept on its terrible way, till at last it stood face to
face_with_the murderous_battery,_and_within a few steps of_the
gunners. A sudden flash, a_deafening explosion,_and then "_Close up,
steady, charge_," rung out from_the_sulphurous cloud that_rolled over
the shattered regiment, and the next instant it_swept with a thrilling
shout over guns,_gunners, and all._The_struggle_became at once close
and_fierce,--bayonet crossed bayonet,--weapon clashed against
weapon,--but nothing_could resist that determined onset. The_British
were driven down the hill, and the_remnants of that gallant regiment,
together with_M'Farland's, which had again rallied,_formed between_the
guns and the foe. Ripley_then moved his_brigade to_the top of_the
hill, in order to keep what_had been so_heroically won.

Stung with rage and mortification_at_this unexpected defeat,_Drummond
resolved_to_retake that_height and his_guns,_cost what_it_might; and
soon the tread of his_advancing_columns was heard ascending the <DW72>.
With their_uniforms glittering in the_bright_moonlight, the excited
troops came_on at the charge step,_until within twenty yards of the
American_line, when_they halted_and delivered their fire. "Charge"
then ran along the line, but the_order had scarcely pealed on the
night_air before they were_shattered and_torn_into fragments by_the
sudden_and destructive_volley of the Americans. Rallying, however,
they returned_to the_attack, and for twenty minutes the_conflict
around those guns was_indescribably_awful and murderous. No sounds of
music_drowned the death-cry; the struggle was_too close and fatal.
There were_only_the_fierce tramp and the clash_of steel,--the stifled
cry and wavering to_and fro of_men in a death-grapple. At length the
British_broke,_and disappeared in the darkness. General_Ripley_again
formed his line, while Scott, who_had_succeeded_in getting a single
battalion out_of the fragments of his whole_brigade, was ordered to
the top of the