Washington sentinel., 1855-02-18

sending enormous shells around US. They came
like locomotives through the air, and burst
with tremendous concussion, fortunately quite
beyond our heads. We could hear them whiz-
zing along but never saw them until they ex-
ploded. | was surprised at the great noise
which they made in their fight.
The Allies were playing upon the city, which
was just at our feet. The buildings, many of
which are elegant, give no signs Of injury; and
the enemys Notifications are stronger than
ever. Strange as this may seem, it is quite the
fact. Every breach has been stopped with
mud, which is a perfect shield from the shot,
no matter how heavy they are. The city is a
large one-larger than one would suppose; the
harbor very pretty. In the upper corner we
saw the Russian war ships. The inhabitants
of Sebastopol have nearly all moved away.
The military men continue to parade the streets,
and the allied rihemen in the lower trenches
are now so near as to be able to pick them off
at their convenience. The Russian sharp
shooters are never asleep, and you have only
to stick your head over the trenches to have
the Mimic bullets whistling about your ears.
Many Of the noble fellows engaged in the
trenches have been killed. A few evenings
since, some men Of the 9Th regiment were sur
prised in the second row of trenches by a sortie
from the Russians. About dozen we're bayo-
neted in their blankets.
Lord Raglan.
On our return from the batteries, called at
the head quarters with friend who had bust
ness with the commander-in-chief Lord Rag
Ian was promenading the back piazza of his
mansion. He is fat, good-natured- looking
old gentleman, rather tall. In many respects
his personal appearance reminded me Of our
General Winfield Scott, though he is not, by
any means of such giant statue as the hero Of
Lundy's Lane.
Our reception was cordial, and his lordship
must be called polite, as well as courageous.
You know that he lost an arm at Waterloo,
while serving under the Duke of Wellington
BE is said to have remarked at the battle Of
Inkermann when the French troops came to
his aid, at the time of great necessity, The
French owed me an arm, and they have paid
their debit"
The Cossacks.
We did not get back to Baaklava until long
after nightfall the roads proved so wretched
The camp fires burned cheerly, and we were
careful keep out Of the way Of the watchfnl
Cossacks, who are ever about, seeking whom
they may devour. ! hear that they have cap
tured Turk, and an English sailor, who ven
tured out of the pickets to-day In a twinkling
of an eye, they snapped upon Johnny and
Jack, lashed their hands together and drove
off at rapid pace, dragging their prisoners
behind them like dogs. The batteries sent one
or two shots at them, but they were soon out
of range. was disappointed in the vigilance
Of the sentinels: not one challenged us in our
long nights ride, and even when we reached
Balaklava, where there is an order that no one
shall be out after. six o'clock, we were per-
mitted about ad libitum. Very different is it
with the sailors who GO on shore, partiulauly
if they get tipsy, land there is a flood of rum
in the place j they are taken to the guard
house, kept all night, and given from five and
twenty to fifty lashes in the morning The
Provost Marshal is very severe man, just the
genius necessary to keep order in Balaklava at
the present time.