The Daily Nashville true Whig. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1851-1855, 1855-09-20

smoke, and the crash of musketry fell on our ears
in long, continuous, unfaltering whirr, like the
roar OF waterfall drowned every second by the
mightier thunder Of the artillery, which had made
half wheel the right and raked the crest of the
hll with tempest of grape. Strongly our SYM
pathies might De engaged for the French it was i'm
possible to repress for the moment sentiment Of
pity as one looked upon the crowd of Russians
looming out from the smoke il rolled across them,
feebly returning the fire, unable to advance, afraid
10 retreat, ten thousand deaths in front-ten hous
and more behind-hep and hope nowhere. They
paused for few seconds, seemed to hesitate-but
were speedily relieved from all embarrassment as
to the course they should pursue by the advance OF
the French, whose cheer rang merrily through the
morning air as they leveled their bayonets and
rushed to the charge. The Russians gave one
"Hurrah," as if they intended to come up 10 the
scratch, but instead of suiting the action to the
word, they wheeled about and flung themselves
down the hillside in complete disorder, the Sardin.
ian artillery again playing upon them as before.
The Field after the Fight-the Horrors of War.
The scene which presented itself on the river
banks below the canal, was something fearful be-
yond description, much more fearful than the ordi-
nary horrors of battle field The cans. itself was
choked with dead-most of whom had doubtless
fallen into it living, after rolling down the hill side,
and found repose in its muddy waters-broken mus
hObc, udSS Vi Dredu OHo udIh Teu SIdlO
on the white chalky gravel, often alone marked the
spot where the men first fell, and in q moment af-
terward tumbled back to perdton. Many had fall
len after scrambing up to the brink of the aqueduct
and ere they had time to it, and if not caught
in the bushes rolled into the plain breaking their
bones in their descent and lay there as passed,
shrieking in agony and imploring us to kill them
and thus put an end to their suffering. Never did
eyes rest upon humanity in forms so mutiated, de-
faced, and disfgured, as these unhappy wretches,
who lay writhing there in their bloody rags, their
faces SO plastered over with gore and dust that
neither wife nor mother would ever have recogniz
ed son or husband in those hideous masses Of NOR
tally. Some, but they were small minority,
sought to drag themselves to the shade of the few
bushes that skirted the river; some sought to hide
their heads from the frery heats of the sun under
their tattered garments and others lay with faces
upturned and CHASTITY, their limbs still trembling in
the last quiver and the flies already burrowing in
their wounds. Men shot down by any sort of mis-
sile, and lying where they fell CORY and mutilated
though they may be, Is a sight to which one soOu
gets habituated, but wounded men who have been
rolled over rough soil, and their bones broken in
their progress is one of those sights that
ly Witnesses, and which he who has once seen il
never wishes to see more. On towards the bridge
the dead lay thicker and thicker On the banks o.
the river about it and in the river ITSELF they were
'heaped and piled /" mostly fine men in the prime o.
hfe-many with vieu1 grogRard air, which bespoke
long years of service. Nearly every one had
brandy bottle, either actually in his hand or lying
near him or broken under him in his fall