The Sun.
London, England, 1855-09-28 00:00:00

Bravery of the Russians.

About a hundred Russians and two officers, un-
der strong cover, kept up a heavy fire of musketry
—they were attacked by the French, but defended
themselves capitally. We called out to them,
" The Malakh off is taken." " Not yet," replied
an officer. At such a courageous act our soldiers
hesitated ; they did not like to crush this handful
of men, and therefore urged them to surrender; the
Russians answered with a volley.
Our officers recommended our soldiers to let them
exhaust their ammunition, and in fact at the end
of three hours they had pretty well used up all their
cartridges. Again they were summoned ; our offi-
cers swore to them that all defence was useless—
the answer was a bullet, which struck one of the
assailants. Still there was a wish felt to save these
men; to force them out of the fortlet they had made
burning faggots were thrown in, and at length they
surrendei ed.
Two Russian officers, and about 100 men, laid
down their arms ; our officers spontaneously held
out their hands to them as brother officers. One
of these speaks French, and he is slightly wounded.
They had hoped, by prolonging their resistance, to
give time for the advance of the Russian reserves.
An order for Sebastopol.

The following is a copy of the orders issued by
;he allies for admission into Sebastopol :

" PASS.

, and two others, have permission
to enter Sebastopol.
By Order.
(Signed) .12
Stoical Simplicity.

One of the brave French soldiers, in passing
before the redoubt in which we were, asked us
whether we could give him something to drink.
We hastened to him and were happy in having it
in our power to offer him a little brandy. " Gentle-
men. ' said be to the officers who stood round him,
" you must also have the kindness to put it to my
mouth, for you see my left arm is broken by the
splinter of a shell ; the bone will scarcely hold to-
gether, and I am compelled to support it with my
right hand,"and in fact he was holding up his bleed-
ing and mutilated limb with the other hand. When
he had drunk, we endeavoured to give him a few
words of comfort, to which he replied. Oh ! I
know the end of it ; an arm the less is but of little
consequence since we have the victory.' He then
thanked us and walked on, refusing to have any
one to accompany him. This stoical simplicity was
evinced by all the soldiers, and the generals and
officers set an example of it."
A Wounded Zouave.

On the morning of the fire a Zouave was seen
proceeding towards the ambulance. He bad re-
ceived a ball in his leg, and, was limping along,
supporting himself by his musket. He was accom-
panied by two Russians more seriously wounded
than himself, and to whom he was paying the ut-
most attention, and from time to time making
them drink from the gourd slung at his back, ac-
companying the offer with these words, " Come,
drink, my poor fellow ; what has happened is not
your fault ; you have done your duty as soldiers,
and you are as brave as ourselves I' Such are the
French soldiers; terrible during the fight, but kind
and humane after the victory.
The Death of a Hero.

A fact well worthy of mention took place near
the Careening port. The ambulance is situated in
the deepest and most abrupt part of the ravine,
surrounded and commanded by enormous rocks, in
the hollows between which habitations for the sur-
geons and officers attached to the ambulance had
been prepared. A number of wounded soldiers
might be seen slowly descending the steep path
leading to the ambulance carrying others of their
comrades more severely injured than themselves.
When, in the night, the first explosion was heard
from the Russians blowing up the works previously
to their retreat, all the wounded who were passing
at the time halted on the summit of the plateau
to contemplate the view of Sebastopol in flames.
Forgetful of their sufferings, they remained there
the whole night looking at the imposing scene.
Among them was a serjeant of infantry who was
being conveyed to the ambulance in a litter. Ho
felt assured that his wound was mortal, and al-
though medical assistance might perhaps have pro-
longed his life for a day or two, he insisted on
being set down to die on that spot. He was placed
in a sitting position, the upper part of his body
supported against a large stone, and his face turned
towards the burning town. He contemplated the
scene with the utmost delight, and soon after, feel-
ing that his life was fast ebbing away, he rallied
his remaining strength, took off his kepi, and wav-
ing it in the air cried, Adieu, my friends, Sebas-
topol is ours ! Vive la France ! 'rive rEtnpercur ! '
and in a few minutes afterwards expired.