Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-20

I Aesss ran along the French line. 1 Again and again the deadly discharge of the English was poured out. The French seemed to be making no re- l ply at all. Presently there was 8 slight respite and the smoke cleared away, revealing a horrid picture of carnage.
 The crest of the hill was covered l with bodies. Most of the horsemen were down. Montcalm and one or two l officers were striving desperately to reform their men. The Canadian mili- tia unable to stand against such a fearful fire, had melted away. The French grenadiers, the white-coated regulars. were rallying in bewildered little knots here and there. upon their fofacers. The French advance was completely barred. Now was the mo- ment to strike.
 ."The picture?'' said Wolfe to Graf ton, who was standing by him. You 1 have it?"
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 !! 'Remember--and goodbye. old friend. Now, gentlemen" he cried. j slet us go at them. Forward!"
 Like a common soldier the young ] general, sword up, face smiling. put i himself at the head of the Louisburg grenadiers. The French had at last got into some, sort of order, rallying in l thin, broken, and exhausted lines. i Their courage was superb. They saw l death in the advancing mass of the l British infantry, but they did not waver. The battle was lost to them; they would strike another blow at any rate.
 Itswas the English who cheered now, the French had passed the cheering stage This time it was they who ! poured their volIeys into the advanc-. ing British. The execution done among them was fearful. A bullet shattered the wrist of the general. He caught a handkerchief about it and pressed on. A second shot hit him, l but still he did not falter. A third bullet struck him full in the breast; he staggered moment and fell. With fierce yell for revenge his army swept by him. A last volley from the French and bayonets crossed in the smoke,
 Wolfe, in the rear of the line, was down and dying. It needed no sur- ' on his face. Grafton knelt by him and took his hand, tears streaming down his face. The path of glory was indeed ending here. Others quickly assem- bled where the soldier lay bleeding to death on the field.
 "The battle" whispered the dying man "Tell mel"
 "They. run! They run!'' cried Grafton, rising and surveying the field.
 Who run?" he asked, eagerly open ing his eyes and looking up at his friend from where he lay in the arms of the surgeon on the grass, stained red by his own blood,
 'sT'he enemy! The enemy! They give way everywhere!"
 Go, one of you, to Col. Burton, 7 said Wolfe, smiling weakly, land tell 1 him to march Webb's regiment down to the St. Charles river to cut of their retreat from the bridge"
 It was the last thought of soldier --his duty. He sank back in the arms z of his attendants.
 Philip, filled with grief, dropped on his knees beside him. Wolfe opened his eyes again for mcment
 Philip" he whispered, remember the picture -Quebec-'' He turned on his side. s'Now, God be pratsed,' he murmured. ''I will die in peace
 There was a fierce struggle going on all over the field. The French were dying hard. Grafton ran along the line to inform Monckt0n, the sec ond in command, of Wolfe's death. He found that brigadier desperately wounded, and then ran over to the left flank to carry the news to Town Ehend. the second brigadier.
 Aided by heavy sl1irmishes in the wood, and by the fact that Townshend was compelled to refuse his lines, the battle had been more fercely contest ed here than elsewhere. A squadron of cavalry, the only party of horse on the field, which had been sent scout ing by Bougainyille, suddenly ap- peared on the flank, and charged fdri- ously down upon Townshend's men. They gave way. That general had started for the. center of the army when Grafton told him the sad tidings, and at his request the sailor hurried to the extreme left flank.
 Without thinking that he was left unsupported by, the temporary retreat of the English soldiers, Grafton sprang forward to meet the cavalry He brought down the first horseman with his pistol. but the second struck his cutlass from his outstretched hand, inficting a deep cut in his arm, and the third caught him by the collar.
 ''I'lI take this one prisoner Yield, monsieur!" he cried in French.
 "We are beaten!'' cried the officer commanding the cavalry, as the Eng fish rallied and came forward aga1n. Look, we give way everywhere! sauve que peut, mes braves!"
 ''I don't lose this man, though said the soldier. stubbornly will you run, or be dragged?" he called to Graf ton. Not waiting for a reply, he wheeled his horse, and, keeping tight hold of Grafton, galloped off with the rest.
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