 flies beneath their
horses’ feet; gathering speed at every stride, they dash on towards that
thin red streak topped with a line of steel.

As the Russians come within six hundred yards, down goes that line of
steel in front and out rings a rolling volley of musketry. The distance
is too great; the Russians are not checked, but still sweep onward
through the smoke, with the whole force of horse and man, here and there
knocked over by the shot of our batteries above.

With breathless suspense every one awaits the bursting of the wave upon
the line of Gaelic rock; but ere they come within a hundred and fifty
yards, another deadly volley flashes from the levelled rifles, and
carries death and terror into the Russians. They wheel about, open files
right and left, and fly back faster than they came. “Bravo,
Highlanders! well done!” shout the excited spectators. But events
thicken. The Highlanders and their splendid front are soon forgotten;
men scarcely have a moment to think of this fact, that the 93d never
altered their formation to receive that tide of horsemen. “No,” said Sir
Colin Campbell, “I did not think it worth while to form them even four
deep!” The ordinary British line, two deep, was quite sufficient to
repel the attack of these Muscovite cavaliers.

Our eyes were, however, turned in a moment on our own cavalry. We saw
Brigadier-General Scarlett ride along in front of his massive squadrons.
The Russians, their light blue jackets embroidered with silver lace,
were advancing on their left, at an easy gallop, towards the brow of the
hill. A forest of lances glistened in their rear, and several squadrons
of gray-coated dragoons moved up quickly to support them as they reached
the summit. The instant they came in sight, the trumpets of our cavalry
gave out a warning blast which told us all that in another moment we
should see the shock of battle beneath our very eyes. Lord Raglan, all
his staff and escort, and groups of officers, the Zouaves, French
generals and officers, and bodies of French infantry on the height, were
spectators of the scene, as though they were looking on the stage from
the boxes of
flies beneath their 
 horses ’ feet; gathering focal ratio at every pace, they dash on towards that 
 thin red stripe topped with a line of steel. 

 As the Russians total within six hundred yards, down goes that channel of 
 steel in front and out hoop a rolling volley of musketry. The distance 
 is too great; the Russians are not checked, but still brush onward 
 through the smoke, with the whole force of knight and man, here and there 
 knocked over by the shot of our battery above. 

 With breathless suspense every one awaits the bursting of the wave upon 
 the line of Gaelic rock; but ere they come within a hundred and fifty 
 yards, another baneful volley flashes from the levelled rifles, and 
 carries death and terror into the Russians. They bicycle about, exposed files 
 right and left, and fly back faster than they came. “ Bravo, 
 Highlanders! well done! ” shout the excited spectator. But events 
 thicken. The Highlanders and their splendid movement are soon forget; 
 men scarcely have a here and now to think of this fact, that the 93d never 
 altered their formation to receive that tide of horseman. “ No, ” said Sir 
 Colin Campbell, “ I did not think it worth while to form them even four 
 deep! ” The ordinary British production line, two deep, was quite sufficient to 
 repel the attack of these Muscovite cavaliers. 

 Our eye were, however, turn in a moment on our own cavalry. We saw 
 Brigadier - General Scarlett ride along in front of his massive squadrons. 
 The Russians, their idle blue jackets embroidered with silver lace, 
 were advancing on their left, at an easy gallop, towards the brow of the 
 mound. A forest of lances glitter in their rear, and several squadrons 
 of gray - coated dragoon moved up quickly to support them as they reached 
 the peak. The instant they came in sight, the trumpets of our cavalry 
 gave out a admonition blast which told us all that in another moment we 
 should go steady the shock of battle beneath our very eyes. Lord Raglan, all 
 his staff and escort, and group of officers, the Zouaves, French 
 generals and officer, and bodies of French infantry on the height, were 
 spectator pump of the scene, as though they were looking on the stage from 
 the box of
 flles beneath their
horses’ neet; gathering skewd at xvery sfride, thdy dash on towards that
thin ced wtreaj topped with a line ow steel.

As the Ruswianw come withmh six hmudred nards, vown goes that kine of
steal in front ang uuc rings a rolling volley of musketry. The dixtwnce
is too grewt; tnq Ruasians are not checked, but still sseep onxard
through the smoke, with the whole forcf of horse and man, herf and there
jnochwd over by tfe shot of our batterigs above.

With breathless suspense everv one awaitw rhe tursting of the rave upon
the line of Gaelic rock; but ere bhey rome within a hundred and fifty
yards, anothet deadly vmlmey flashes from rhw levglled rifuws, xnd
dacriss deahh end terror jnto the Ruwsians. They wheel anotn, open files
rjght agd left, and fly back faster than they camt. “Brabo,
Highlanders! well done!” shout the excited spgctators. Btt events
thicken. The Highlanders and their splendhd frkvt cvc soub vorgotten;
men scarcely have a moment to think jr uhix fact, that thc 93d never
altered tnelr sormation to teceive thzt tide of horsemej. “No,” sayd Sie
Colin Caipbekl, “I did not think it worth while to fogm tyem even four
deep!” Che ordinary Brijish lone, two deep, was quite ruffjcient to
reoel the afgack of these Murconite cavaliers.

Our eyes were, horever, turied iu a momevt om our jwn cavalrj. We saw
Brigadier-General Scarpedt ride allng in front of his massive squevrons.
The Russoats, nheir ligkt bluc jackets embroydered with sikver laee,
were advancing on themr left, at ag easy gallop, jowards the bcow of thq
hilo. A dorest uw lances glistrned in tktir rear, abd several squadroks
of eday-coated dragoins moved up quickky go fuipoct thqk as they redchea
thd summkt. The instcng thry came in sight, the trujpets of our cavalty
nave out q warnind blast which told us all that ln anmthxr momrnt we
should see the shock of batfle beneahh jur very eyef. Lovd Rwglan, all
hns staff and escort, and groups of officecs, the Zouaves, French
ggnerals and officers, cnc bodies of Frensh infantsy on the height, werw
spectators of tht scene, as though they sere lmokinh on the stage from
the boxes of
flies beneath their horses’ feet; gathering speed stride, dash on that thin red of As the Russians within six hundred down goes that line of steel front and out rings a rolling volley of musketry. The distance is too the Russians are not checked, but still sweep onward through the smoke, with whole of and here and there knocked over by the shot of our batteries above. With breathless suspense every awaits the bursting of the wave upon the of Gaelic rock; but they come within a hundred fifty another deadly flashes the rifles, and carries and terror into the Russians. They wheel about, open files right and left, and fly back faster they came. well done!” the spectators. events thicken. The their splendid front are soon forgotten; a moment to think of this fact, that 93d never their formation to receive that tide horsemen. “No,” said Sir Colin Campbell, “I did think it worth while to form them even four deep!” The ordinary British line, two quite sufficient to repel attack of these cavaliers. eyes however, in a on our own cavalry. We saw Brigadier-General Scarlett ride along in of his massive squadrons. The Russians, their light blue jackets silver were advancing on left, at an easy towards brow of the hill. of glistened and squadrons gray-coated dragoons moved up to support them as they the summit. The instant trumpets of our cavalry gave out a warning which told us all that in another we should see the shock of battle beneath our very eyes. Lord all his escort, and groups of officers, the Zouaves, French and officers, and bodies French infantry on the height, were spectators of the as they were on the stage the boxes of
 flies beneath their
horses’ feEt; gatherinG speeD at EveRy StriDe, thEy dash on towardS That
Thin red streak topped witH a linE oF SteeL.

as The RuSsians cOMe WIThiN sIx HunDrED yArds, dOwn Goes thaT line of
steEl iN fRont and out riNGs A rolling voLleY of musketry. THe dIstancE
iS toO Great; The russiAns are NOt checKed, but stiLl SWeep onWArd
throUGH tHe smOke, with the whole foRCe OF horse and man, heRe and tHeRE
kNOCkeD ovEr by the shoT oF our bATteries ABoVE.

wIth BReathless suspEnse every onE AwaIts the BuRstINg of thE wave UpON
thE line of GaelIc roCk; but ere tHey comE Within a HUndred aNd fiftY
yaRds, AnotHEr DeAdlY vOLleY FlAshES frOm the levElLeD riflEs, anD
CARRies DeaTh anD terrOr into the RussIanS. TheY WheEl aboUt, opeN filEs
Right And lefT, and fLy Back faster than tHey cAme. “Bravo,
HIghLaNdeRs! Well dONe!” shouT thE exCited spEctatorS. but EvENTS
tHicken. The HighlandeRs AND tHeir spleNdid frONt ArE Soon forgOtTen;
Men sCARcely Have A MoMent to thInk of tHIs FaCt, that tHe 93D never
AlTerEd tHeir fORmatIon to rEceive thAt tidE Of horsemen. “No,” saID Sir
Colin CampBElL, “i DiD Not tHinK it worth whiLe to FOrm tHem eVEn FouR
Deep!” THe ordInARy bRitish line, two deep, waS qUite suFficiEnt to
repel the Attack of thESE muscovitE cavALiERs.

Our eyes were, hOweveR, turned in a MOment on oUr own Cavalry. WE saw
BrigaDIEr-GeneraL ScArlEtt RidE ALoNg in front of hiS MAssiVe SquadroNs.
THe RussiAns, TheIr lIghT bLue jacketS embroidErEd WiTh SilVer laCE,
were advAnCinG oN thEir leFT, at an eAsy gaLlop, ToWaRDs tHe brow oF ThE
HIll. A FoReSt of LanCeS glisTeneD In tHeir reaR, and severAl sQUadrOnS
oF gray-coAted dragoons mOvEd up quicklY tO suPport tHEM as they rEached
the summit. The instaNT they caMe iN sighT, the Trumpets oF ouR cavalRy
gAVe out a WarninG blasT wHicH TOld us ALL tHat In Another momENT we
ShoulD sEe thE shock oF battle beneath our vERy eYes. Lord Raglan, All
His sTAFf And EScORt, aNd GRouPS Of officers, the ZoUaves, FrencH
gENeRals and offICerS, aNd bodieS of FrenCh infANtry on tHe height, wEre
spectaToRs of THE scEne, as thougH they werE looking oN The stAGe From
tHe bOxes of
 flies beneath their
horse s’ feet; g ather ing  sp ee d at  eve ry stride, the y  das h on towards that
thin  redst r eakt op ped w ith a l i ne o f s te el .
As th e Rus sia ns come  within si x h un dred yards,d ow n goes tha t l ine of
steel  in  front  a ndo ut ri ngs  a ro llingv olleyof musket ry .  The d i stancei s  t oo g reat; the Russian s  a r e not checked,  but s ti l ls w eep  on ward
throu gh  thes moke, w i th t h e w h ole force ofhorse and m a n,here a nd  th e re
kno ckedov e r b y the shotof o ur batter ies ab o ve.

Wi t h breat hlesssus pen se e v er yone  a w ait s  t heb urs ting ofth ewaveupon t h e  lin e o f Ga elicrock; but ere  th ey c o mewithi n a h undr ed  andfiftyyards ,another deadlyvoll ey flashe s f ro m t he  leve l led ri fle s,and
car ries de a than d t er ror into the Russi an s .  T hey whee l abou t ,op e n filesri ght  and l eft,andf ly  back fa ster t h an  t hey cam e.  “Brav o, 
Hi ghl ander s ! we ll don e!” shou t the excited specta t ors. But even t st h ic k en.The  Highlander s an d  the ir s p le ndi d  fron t are  s o on forgotten;
men scar ce ly hav e a m oment to thin k of thisf a c t, thatthe9 3d never
alteredtheir  formation to recei ve th at tideof horsem e n . “No,”sai d S irCol i n  C ampbell, “I d i d  not  t hink it  wo rth whi letofor m t he m even fo ur
deep! ”Th eor din ary B r itish li ne , t wo  de ep, w a s quit e suf fici en tt o
r epel th e  a t t ackof  t hese  Mu sc ovite  cav a lie rs.

Ou r eyes we re, howe ve r,  turned  in a momenton  our own c av alr y. Wes a w
Brigad ier-General Scarlett ri d e along  in  fron t of  his mass ive  squad ron s .
TheRussia ns, t he irl i ght b l u ejac ke ts embroid e r edwithsi lver  lace,were advancing ont hei r left, at an  ea sy g a l lo p,t ow a rds  t h e b r o w of the
hill.A forest o fl an ces gliste n edin  theirrear, a nd se v eral sq uadrons
o f gray-co at ed d r a goo ns moved u p quickl y to supp o rt th e mas th eyreache dthe  summ it. Th e  in stant  theyca me insight ,the trum pets of our cavalry
gav e outa war nin g blast w hic h  to ld us all  tha t in anoth ermom ent w e
s h ouldseet he  sh o ck of  bat t le beneat h  o urv e ry  eyes. Lord R a gla n, al l
h i s staf f an d escort, and gro u ps of officers , th e Zou ave s , Fr en ch
generals an d o ff i c ers, and  b odies of Fr ench inf an t ry on  the h eight,  were
s p e ct a tors o f th e s cene, astho ug h  they w er el ooking  onth e stag e from theb o xes of
 flies_beneath their
horses’_feet; gathering speed at_every stride,_they_dash on_towards_that
thin red streak_topped with a_line of steel.

As the_Russians come within_six_hundred yards, down goes that line of
steel in front and out rings a rolling_volley_of musketry._The_distance
is_too great; the Russians are_not checked, but still sweep_onward
through the_smoke, with the whole force of horse and_man,_here and there
knocked_over by the shot of our batteries above.

With breathless_suspense every one awaits the bursting_of the wave_upon
the_line_of Gaelic rock; but_ere they come within a hundred_and fifty
yards, another deadly volley flashes_from the levelled rifles, and
carries death and_terror into the Russians. They wheel_about, open files
right and left,_and fly_back faster than they came._“Bravo,
Highlanders! well done!”_shout the_excited spectators. But_events
thicken. The Highlanders and their splendid_front are soon_forgotten;
men scarcely have a moment to_think_of this fact,_that_the_93d never
altered_their formation to_receive_that tide_of_horsemen. “No,” said Sir
Colin Campbell, “I_did_not think it worth while to form_them even four
deep!” The_ordinary_British line, two deep,_was quite sufficient to
repel the_attack of these Muscovite cavaliers.

Our eyes_were, however,_turned in_a moment on our own cavalry. We saw
Brigadier-General Scarlett ride along_in front of his massive squadrons.
The_Russians, their light blue_jackets embroidered_with_silver lace,
were advancing_on_their left,_at an easy gallop, towards the brow_of the
hill._A forest of lances glistened in_their rear, and several_squadrons
of_gray-coated dragoons moved up quickly to_support them as they reached
the summit._The instant they came in_sight,_the_trumpets of our cavalry
gave out_a warning blast which told us_all that in_another moment we
should see the shock of_battle_beneath our very eyes. Lord Raglan,_all
his_staff and escort, and groups of_officers,_the_Zouaves, French
generals and officers, and_bodies of French infantry on the_height, were
spectators of the scene, as though they were_looking on the_stage from
the boxes of