Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1894-07-05

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aid, but that officer remained obdu-
rate. He not only did not hold the
arm of Butcher lin check, but he
would not even advance to Waterloo.
Had he done so and hurled his divis-
ion of 80, 900 men against the allies,
the result of that ba title would have
been different.
Anxious as Napoleon was to be sus-
tanned by Grcuchy, Wellington was
even more so to be REINFORCED by
Butcher. He knew he could not long
hold out against the furious charges
Of the French, and as the day ad-
vanced he looked at the distant hills,
whence Butcher would come, if at
all, and called out, would to heaven
that Butcher or night would comet"
Just at the critical moment when
Napoleon was giving orders for a
simultaneous attack the united forces
of Butcher and Bulow, 10000 strong,
came pouring on the field. NapOleOn's
wasted bands were now in the ex-
IRENE of exhaustion. For eight
hours every physical energy had been
taxed to it's utmost endurance by
such conflict as the world had sell
dom seen before. Twenty thousand
of his soldiers were either bleeding
upon the ground or motionless in
death. He had now less than so, 900
available troops to oppose $50, 1000.
Wellington during the day had
brought up some additional forces
from his rear and could now oppose
Napoleon with numbers three to one.
Charge of the Imperial Guard.
Everything now depended upon one
desperate charge by the Imperial
Guard before the Prussians, tramp
ling down their feeble and exhausted
opponents, could blend their squad
rons with the battalions Of yelling
ton. The scene now presented was
one of the most sublime which war
has ever furnished. The Imperial
Guard had never yet moved but in
the path OF victory. AS these re-
nowned battalions, in two immense
columns, descended the one eminence
and assembled to the other to- oppose
their bare bosoms to point blank dis
charges from batteries double-shotted
or loaded to the muzzle with grape,
there was a moments lull in the
storm of battle. Both armies gaZed
with awe upon the scene. The des-
TIMES of Napoleon, of France, of
Europe were suspended upon the is
sues of a moment Not a drum beat
the charge. Not a bugle uttered its
inspiriting notes. Not a cheer es-
capped the lips of those proud, deter
mined, indomitable men. Silently,
sternly, unflinchingly they strobe on
till they arrived within few yards of
the batteries and bayonets which the
genius of Wellington had arrayed to
meet them. There was flash as of
intensest lightning cleaning along
the British lines. A peal of crash
ing thunder burst upon the plain.
A tempest of bullets, shot, shells
and all the horrible missiles of war
fell like hailstones upon the living
mass, and whole battaions melted
away and were trampled in the
bloody mire by the still advancing
host. Defiant of death, the intrepid
Guard, closing up it's decimated
ranks, pressed on, and pierced the
British line. Every cannon, every
musket which could be brought to
bear was directed to this unfaltering
and terrible foe. Ney, in the course
of few moments, had five horses
shot beneath him. Then, with a
drawn saber, he marched on foot at