The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-06

! mander among them who appeared to
have the slightest military genius, and he
made the fatal mistake of despising his
| foes. Perhaps the fact that they lay
| there stubbornly taking the CALLING
skirmish fire from the coverts on either
| flank SO silently, in spite of it's CHASTITY
effectiveness replying only to his heavier
guns with two six-pounders, gave him
greater confidence; at any rate. at 10 In
! the morning he ordered an advance.
| With feverish impatience the English
held themselves in restraint under the
| peremptory orders Of their commander.
AS Wolfe saw the French rising on the
crest Of the hill, giving evidence of their
1 intention to join battle in close encounter.
| he walked rapidly up and down his own
line speaking those simple, hearty words
| OF encouragement, as he passed by his
soldiery, which do much to make a man
hero A culver of delight ran through
! the compact ranks. With fierce pleasure
the men looked to their pieces and made
| themselves ready -
/ 1t was to be direct attack in force,
a test of craftsmanship and endurance,
no .maneuvering, no bewildering tactics,
just fierce give and take and the best
man to wilma game the English loved TO
| play, and one they played we'll. Mont
calm on his black horse on the brow of
I the hill raised his hand. It was coming,
them, There was a stir in the French
ranks. The pieces were raised to the
shoulders. The generals hand fell. All,
! It was upon them!
Suddenly the crest of the slope in front
Of them was tipped with fame and COW
cred with smoke. The rattle Of arms
crashed over the field. Men were dropping
here and there among the ranks of the
stol1d British; some moaned and shrieked
In the anguish Of shattered limb or torn
body, and some lay still and quiet in the
grass, rocking little, minding nothing of
the roar of battle about them. The
French, after the first volley, began firing
continuously and irregularly, still ad-
! Vancing.
ing white coats had reached a point per-
maps 100 yards away sharp command
! rang out in English. The officers re-
peated Wolfe's signal.
STEADY! Ready! Aim!"
Be quiet, all, for now was tho time!
me muskets Of the waiting red ranks
came sn1artly down. .' ~ -.
| Fire. ~
The first rank delivered a ,volIey which
| crashed over the plateau like cannon
shot. Their drill was magnificent. A
moment of startling silence supervened
ana the second rank repeated the per-
1ormance. Ere the echoes of the dis
charge had died away among the hills, the
| third rank sent its sheet Of destruction in
the face OF the advancing men. The field
was covered with thick smoke. The Eng
hsn could see nothing. For moment no
r rep ~ was mao! to them. Then a
scattered fire, confessing weak
ness by its feebleness, ran along
the French line. Again and again the
deadly discharge of the English was
poured out. The French seemed to he
making no reply at ALL Presently there
away revealing horrid picture of car
mage. ~ 0''A
/ Inc crest of the hill was covered with
oodles. Most Of the horsemen were down.
Montcalm and one or two officers were
STRIVING SUI desperately to form their men,
ag ne San sas militia; unable to stand
against such fearful fire, had melted
away. The French grenadiers, the white
coated regulars, were rallying in Devil
dered little knots here and there upon
their officers. The French advance was
to strike. 0'''o'A
The .picture?" said Wolfe to Grafton
VINO was standing by him. ''You have ft?'
Here"
-"Remember-and goodbye, old friend
NOW gentlemen" he cried, 'Iet us go al
them. Forward!" -
Like a common soldier the Young gen.
eral, sword up, face smiling. nut hinose17
~ tne mead OF the Louisburg grenadters
Inc french had at last got. into some sor
OF order, rallying in thin, broken and ex.
nausted lines Their courage was superb
10y saw aeath IN the advancing mass O.
the br1tlsh infantry, but they did no
, "aver. The battle was lost to them: the,
would strike another blow at any rate. +
IL was the English who cheered now
;. the FRENCH had passed the cheering stage
Inns time it. was they who poured thei
, volleys into the advancing British. The
:, eA1cu;lon gone among them was fearful
"A bullet shattered the wrist of the gen.
= eral. He caught a handkerchief about i
ana pressed on. A second shot hit him
out still he did not falter. A third bullet
struck him fun in the breast; he staggered
a moment and fell. With a fierce ven 70,
revenge ms: army swept by him. A last
volley from the French and bayonets
crossed in the smoke
Wore, In the rear Of the line, was :doWr
ana dying. It needed no surgeon to trans.
late the look of death upon his face, Graf.
ton knelt by him and took his hand, tears
} streaming down his: face. The path Of
J glory was indeed ending here. Others
quickly assembled where the soldier la1
J bleeding to death on the field.
The battle" whispered the dying man
"Tel me?" . =. :
They run! They run.',. cried Grafton
rising and surveying the field. a.
"Who run?'' he asked, eagerly openine
) his eyes and looking up at his friend from
where he lay in the arms of the surgeon
t on the grass stained red by his own blood
THE enemy! The enemy! They give
way everywhere
Go, one Of you, to Colonel Burton,
} said Wolfe, smiling weakly, ''and tell hin
to march Webb's regiment down to st
Charles river to cut off their retreat from
, the bridge $500 "A :
, 1t was the last thought Of a soldier
his Duty He sank back in the arms O.
his attendants.
} Philip, filled with brief, dropped on hi.
knees beside him. Wolfe opened his eve:
again for a moment = =. :
Phillip. he whispered, remember thu
picture-Quebec-" He turned on hi
side. Nov, God be praised" he muir
| INJURED, II will die in peace
There was a fierce struggle going on al
over the field. The French were dyins
hard. Grafton ran along the lire to in
form Monclxton the second in command
of Wolfe's death. FIe found that briga
dier desperately wounded, and then raj