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There was no one, I believe, who, when he started on this advance, was insensible to the desperate undertaking in which he was about to be engaged; but I shall not easily forget the first incidents that confirmed what before was but surmise. Ere we had advanced half our distance, bewildered horses from the first line, riderless, rushed in upon our ranks, in every state of mutilation, intermingled soon with riders who had been unhorsed, some with a limping gait, that told too truly of their state. Anon, one was guiding one's own horse (as willing as oneself in such benevolent precautions) so as to avoid trampling on the bleeding objects in one's path — sometimes a man, sometimes a horse — and so we went on " Right flank, keep up. Close in to your centre." The smoke, the noise, the cheers, the groans, the "ping, ping" whizzing past one's head; the "whirr" of the fragments of shells; the well-known "slush" of that unwelcome intruder on one's ears! — what a sublime confusion it was! The "din of battle!" — how expressive the term, and how entirely insusceptible of description!

One incident struck me forcibly about this time — the bearing of riderless horses in such circumstances. I was of course riding by myself and clear of the line, and for that reason was a marked object for the poor dumb brutes, who were by this time galloping about in numbers, like mad wild beasts.

They consequently made dashes at me, some advancing with me a considerable distance, at one time as many as five on my right and two on my left, cringing in on me, and positively squeezing me, as the round shot came bounding by them, tearing up the earth under their noses, my overalls being a mass of blood from their gory flanks (they nearly upset me several times, and I had several times to use my sword to rid myself of them). I remarked their eyes, betokening as keen a sense of the perils around them as we human beings experienced (and that is saying a good deal). The bearing of the horse I was riding, in contrast to these, was remarkable. He had been struck, but showed no signs of fear, thus evincing the confidence of dumb animals in the superior being! [Or in better language, as I have somewhere read, "This shows how lower natures, being backed by higher, increase in courage and strength. Truly man being backed by Omnipotency is a kind of omnipotent creature!"]

And so, on we went through this scene of carnage, wondering each moment which would be our last. "Keep back, Private So-and-so. Left squadron, close in to your centre." (It required, by the bye, a deal of closing in, by this time, to fill up the vacant gaps.)

A Lancer is now seen on our left front prodding away at a dismounted Russian officer, apparently unarmed. I holloa to him to let him alone, which he obeys, though reluctantly (for their monkeys are up by this time), and the act, while it was not very graciously acknowledged by the officer in question, was begrudged by some who saw it.

But to return to the charge, or more properly in MY opinion to be termed the "advance."

We had advanced perhaps some 300 or 400 yards, when I perceived that the 11th Hussars (which regiment started on the left of the first line began to disengage itself from that line, by dropping back, decreasing their pace gradually, and inclining to their right, apparently to cover the other regiment (1) of the first line.

From this moment I of course directed my movements in accordance with those of that regiment. The 8th Hussars had by this time, as I have shown, left me, and I was consequently advancing with the 4th alone. Seeing therefore that the 11th were thus slacking their pace, and were themselves forming a second line, and being simultaneously left with my own regiment alone, I then commenced my endeavour by a still more increased pace to form a junction with the 11th, and thus with them form a line of support, the result of which will presently be shown; but I must now for the present occupy myself with the doings of the 4th.

This map is taken from Christopher Hibbert's The Destruction of Lord Raglan, p. 134, with the author's kind permission. Copyright, of course, remains with him.

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A line of field artillery was formed up across the plain in our front, consisting of at least twelve guns. This battery, owing to the dust and confusion that reigned, had not been perceived by us (by me at least) until we got close upon it, though we had of course been suffering from its fire on our onward course. The first objects that caught my eyes were some of these guns, in the act of endeavouring to get away from us, who had by this time got close upon them. They had, I fancy, ceased to fire on our near approach, and the men were dragging them away, some by lasso-harness, but others with their horses still attached. Then came a "Holloa!" and a sort of simultaneous rush upon them by the remnants of the 4th and cut and thrust was the order of the day. (2)

To some of the guns, however, horses were attached, and some of the drivers of these, in the mêlée, tried to let themselves fall off between the horses.

There were some fierce hand-to-hand encounters, and our fellows, in the excitement of the moment, lost sight, I fear, of the chief power of their sabres, and for the point (the great efficacy of which was amply exemplified on this day) substituted the muscle of their arms, in the indiscriminate appliance of the cut, which generally fell harmlessly on the thick greatcoats of the Russians. [The state of many of the hands after the encounter bore proof of this. Captain Brown's sword-hand, for instance, had actually a bad sore for many days after, for it must be remembered that no one wore gloves, and the hands were grated by the rough handles of the swords.]

Well, the work of destruction went on, of which I, however, was a passive observer, conceiving it more within the province of my duty to observe and endeavour to direct, than to occupy myself with the immediate destruction of the foe. [Oddly enough, the possession of a revolver never entered my head, and the only act of mine, on this day, as regards immediate destruction was that of saving an officer's life, and happy for me has since been the reflection of this, for doubtless the revolver would have been a tempting weapon more than once, had I thought of it.] It is impossible too highly to admire the devotion, the entire absence of all sense of danger, on the part of the officers through this crisis, but while perhaps surprise may not be felt at those acts committed in the excitement of the moment by those who found themselves for the first time in a position to which, as far as it engendered excitement, the finest run in Leicestershire could hardly bear comparison — at the same time it admits of a grave doubt whether it comes within the province of those whose duty it is to direct and command, to occupy themselves, as some did on that day, in the description of combat belonging more properly to the Dragoon.

The four or five guns to which I have alluded as being more immediately in our front, were soon disabled, one of them — that which was the more immediately under my notice, and the process of the dismemberment of which I had been more closely observing — having been overturned. (3) While the 4th were thus engaged, I observed twenty or thirty yards ahead two or three of the guns scrambling away, drawn by horses with lasso-harness, which it was evident had thus been attached, so that they might be dragged away at the very last moment, on which I said to Captain Brown, who was close to me, "There are some guns getting away, take some of your men to stop them," which order, I need not say, was promptly and effectually obeyed. It should have been recorded of this officer that he was, I always understood, the only subaltern in the Cavalry Division who never missed one day's duty throughout the whole war.

We must now turn to the movements of the 11th Hussars.

I have said that my attention had been, almost from the first, directed to their movements, and I soon perceived that they were apparently pursuing a course rather inclining to the left of that pursued by the first line. Colonel Douglas accounted for this as follows. (4).

As he was approaching the point of the high hill (the last of the chain of the Fedioukine heights) that overlooks the plain, and round the base of which the valley makes rather a bend to the left as it approaches the Tchernaya, he perceived in the distance, some Russian cavalry in the plain, formed up in the sort of open valley or gorge which leads down (as I have said) to the river. He thought that by a vigorous attack on these troops he might bear them down, and drive them on to the river, being little aware of the masses of cavalry by which they were supported. With this object, then, he passed by the guns in the plain without engaging them [it will be seen in Colonel Douglas's account that a portion of his right squadron engaged with the guns], there being an interval between these guns and the base of the hill sufficient for his regiment (if regiment it could by this time be called) to pass through in line. He therefore went on thus with the 11th, and it may be fairly said that on this occasion about forty men of the "Cherubims" [a sobriquet by which the 11th Hussars were known, from their cherry-coloured overalls, but which will not bear further translation] advanced against the entire force of the Russian cavalry! indeed, the Russian army!

Here Colonel Douglas soon became aware of the masses of cavalry that were drawn up in support of the comparatively few that he had already seen the level of the ground having prevented him from seeing the main body sooner. He nevertheless went on with his regiment, ALONE, and advanced some distance, until he was absolutely driven back, and compelled to retrace his steps.

I must now again turn to the 4th. I have said that it had been my endeavour to overtake and form a junction with the 11th. Now when we (the 4th) had got up to the guns, our front rank had nearly, if not quite, got up to the rear rank of the 11th (on their right) but our onward course was at this moment necessarily checked by our contact with the guns, which are directly in our line of advance. The 11th consequently again got away from us. When those guns had been disposed of, as I have shown, which did not occupy a long space of time, the 4th (by this time resembling more a party of skirmishers than a regiment), leaving the disabled guns behind them, pursued their onward course after the 11th, still, as I imagined, in support of the first line — Lord Cardigan's words always ringing in my ears. They (the 11th) had by this time been compelled to retire, and we consequently soon met their compact little knot retreating. When we met, the 4th hesitated, stopped, and without word of command "went about," joining themselves to the retiring 11th.

Masses of the enemy's cavalry were pursuing the latter, the more forward of them (who were advancing in far from an orderly manner, and evincing that same air of surprise, hesitation, and bewilderment that I had remarked in their advance against the Heavy Brigade in the morning — appearing not to know what next to do) being close upon us. It now appeared to me that the moment was critical, and I shouted at the top of my voice, "Halt, front; if you don't front, my boys, we are done!" (5) and this they did, and for a few minutes both regiments showed a front to the advancing enemy.(6)

Hardly, however, had we thus rallied, when a cry arose, "They are attacking us, my Lord, in our rear!" I turned round, and on looking in that direction saw there, plainly enough, a large body of Russian Lancers formed up, some 500 yards behind us, in the direct line whence we had originally come, and on the direct line of our retreat! On the impulse of the moment, I then hollaed out, "Threes about " — adding, "We must do the best we can for ourselves," the latter portion of the sentence being directed probably to the officers within hearing. [I recollect that at this moment Major Low was close to me on my left, and he has since told me that I said to him, "We are in a desperate scrape; what the devil shall we do? Has any one seen Lord Cardigan?"] But by this time, and indeed long previously, all order and regularity of formation had been lost; but still there was a sort of nucleus left whereon a fresh "rally" might be made to encounter our new foes, and this was to a certain extent effected by the individual exertions of the officers, from Colonel Douglas, Major Low and myself, down to the subalterns, my eye happening to catch at the moment Lieutenant Joliffe, Captain Brown and Lieutenant Hunt with their swords held in mid-air, to the cry of " Rally, rally!" when some few stragglers from the first line (which had long ago been broken up) joined us. [Major Low about this time, that is after we had effected our new semblance of formation, and were commencing our retreat or rather advance on the Lancers, said to me, "I say, Colonel, are you sure those are not the 17th?" to which I replied, " Look at the colour of their flags."]

Helter-skelter then we went at these Lancers as fast as our poor tired horses could carry us, rear rank of course in front (as far as anything by this time could be called a "front"), the officers of course in the rear, for it must be remembered that we still had our pursuers behind us.

When we first saw them, the formation of the Lancers in our rear appeared to be that of a contiguous close column, and formed up right across our path; and as we approached them I remarked the regular manner in which they executed the movement of throwing their right half back, thus seemingly taking up a position that would enable them to charge down obliquely upon our right flank, as we passed them, and that would also have the effect of getting them more out of the line of fire from their own batteries to the south. [I must acknowledge that the regularity with which they seemingly executed this movement engendered in my mind grave misgivings as to what would be the result when we came into contact — we being little more than a rabble of 60 or 70 men, while they were a compact body, apparently about the frontage of two squadrons, and two or three squadrons deep: a sort of double column of squadrons, regularly formed up, and having first effected with regularity a somewhat difficult movement.]

On seeing their tactics, I (from the rear) shouted out, "Throw up your left flank," when we had made a near approach to them, my object being to show them a parallel front, but in the din and noise that prevailed my voice probably reached but a few, and it must be owned that no attempt was made at this crisis to show a front, the general endeavour being to edge away to the left (I know not how otherwise to express that for which there is certainly no military phrase).

Well, as we neared them, down they came upon us at a sort of trot (their advance not being more than twenty or thirty yards), they stopped ("halted" is hardly the word) and evinced that same air of bewilderment (I know of no other word) that I had twice before remarked on this day.

A few of the men on the right flank of their leading squadrons, going farther than the rest of their line (as flanks are apt to do when halted), came into momentary collision with the right flank of our fellows, but beyond this, strange as it may sound, they did nothing, and actually allowed us to shuffle, to edge away, by them, at a distance of hardly a horse's length. [I can only say that if the point of my sword crossed the ends of three or four of their lances, it was as much as it did, and I judge of the rest by my own case, for there was not a man, at that moment, more disadvantageously placed than myself (being behind and on the right rear).]. Well, we got by them without, I believe, the loss of a single man. How, I know not! It is a mystery to me! Had that force been composed of English ladies, I don't think one of us could have escaped! (7)

It had now for some time been a case somewhat of the "sauve qui peut" ["save himself, who can"] with us, and there was no attempt at pursuit. They knew too well the sort of reception they would share with us, did they attempt to follow us through the ordeal we had before us, ere we got straight home, and thus the very danger that we had before us was a source of safety to us. A ride of a mile or more was before us, every step of which was to bring us more under the fire from the heights on either hand (though on one side partially silenced by the disabling of a battery by the Chasseurs d'Afrique during our absence, but of which we were of course at the time ignorant). And what a scene of havoc was this last mile strewn with the dead and dying, and all friends! some running, some limping, some crawling; horses in every position of agony, struggling to get up, then floundering again on their mutilated riders!

Mine was an unenviable position, for I had had a "bad start," and my wounded horse at every step got more jaded, and I therefore saw those in my front gradually increasing the distance between us, and I made more use of my sword in this return ride than I had done in the whole affair. However, with the continual application of the flat of it against my horse's flank and the liberal use of both spurs, I at last got home, after having overtaken Hutton, who had been shot through both thighs, and who was exerting the little vigour left in him in urging on his wounded horse, as I was mine. (8)

Well, there is an end to all things, and at last we got home, the shouts of welcome that greeted every fresh officer or group as they came struggling up the incline, telling us of our safety. (9)

I must now give an account of the remainder of my original command, that is, of the proceedings of the 8th Hussars.

I have said that soon after our start I perceived that the 8th were gradually inclining away to their right; that all my efforts were of no avail in keeping them in their places; that they thus by degrees disengaged themselves from us, and that my attention being occupied in the movement of those in front of us, I lost sight of, and thought no more of them. It appears that something of the following kind occurred:

Colonel Shewell in the advance was leading, or rather in front of (for technically the squadron leader only leads) the left squadron of his regiment, Major de Salis riding in advance of the right squadron.

The former heard all my shouts, and by his corresponding ones did all in his power to rectify the interval which his regiment was losing, and which was getting wider at every step. Not only were the 8th losing their interval from the 4th, but the right squadron of the 8th were inclining away from their left, squadron. Colonel Shewell saw all this as well as myself, and did his utmost to rectify it, (10) the result being, that not only was the interval between the two regiments lost, but by the same process the 8th Hussars fell equally behind the alignment, the necessary result, when one body goes straight, and the other, if going at the same pace, inclines. After this I saw no more of the 8th Hussars.

We must turn now to the proceedings of the first line, under the immediate command of Lord Cardigan, which are as follows, as far as I know them:

The direction taken by this line was down the centre of the valley for a considerable distance, after which, while the 11th took a direction to the left, the first line inclined towards the right, as they approached the guns in position.

It will thus be seen that while the first line was originally composed of the 11th, 13th, and 17th, the order received by Colonel Douglas, during his advance, to drop behind the first line, for the reasons given by him, resulted in the advance of his regiment down the left of the valley; while therefore the first line originally consisted of those regiments, the actual first line, which was led by Lord Cardigan up to the guns, consisted of the 13th and 17th, and it is with these only that I have now to do.

The character of the advance, or rather the disposition of the several regiments, at the time when we had got about halfway down the valley, was as follows:

The 13th and 17th were advancing in one line down the right of the valley.
The 11th were advancing (somewhat in echelon to the first line) in rather an oblique direction towards the left of the valley.
The 4th were advancing in support of the 11th, and somewhat to their right in echelon to them.
The 8th Hussars to the right of the 4th, and in echelon to them, but following the course of the first line to the right.

The left of the enemy's guns was thus attacked by the 13th and 17th, and subsequently by the 8th, and the right of the enemy's guns was attacked by the 11th and 4th.

I believe the number of guns formed up in the plain was eighteen, the frontage of about ten of which was attacked by the 13th, 17th, and 8th, while the remainder were attacked by the 4th, except perhaps about two on their extreme right, which were attacked by the right troop of the 11th.

When the first line had got through their guns, they went struggling on, amidst desperate encounters of all sorts, but of which I of course was not a witness, the general feature of their movements being a sort of sweep round to their left, towards the Tchernaya, reaching in their course to the base of the rising ground to their front, and making the larger circle, to the inner one made by US. And probably each regiment in turn must have approached to about the, same distance, from the Tchernaya, the regiments on the right must of course have gone over the most ground.

They were then, after many desperate encounters of all sorts, overpowered (as we were subsequently) by the overwhelming forces opposed to them, and they struggled home by twos and threes, some of them passing us when we were engaged on the left, some few gluttons uniting to our "rally."

It was the complete dispersion of those regiments that prevented my impractised eye from seeing that the successive knots of men retreating constituted, in fact, the whole of those who escaped; a more perfect appreciation of which would probably have lessened the pertinacity with which I kept urging on our advance, to the, tune of "Mind, your best support, my Lord," for of course, had I known at the time that there was nothing left to support, the force of that injunction would have, ceased to exist.

It is self-evident that in this glance at the operations of the first line I know little more than from the rumours common to all. Suffice it to say that, as regards the advance, all the regiments engaged had probably an equal share in the fighting, though there can be no doubt that the second line had in the retreat a severe crisis, to which they only were exposed — that of having to meet a very strong force of cavalry, formed up to cut off their retreat.

I must now refer to the events which were passing, while we were down at the Tchernaya.

As I rode home, I remember the, impression made on my mind on seeing the Chasseurs d'Afrique (the 4th Regiment commanded by Colonel Champeron), appearing as if they had just been turned out of so many bandboxes, advancing towards us at a walk at the head of the valley, with a line of skirmishers in their front, and forming a strange contrast to our dusty and tired soldiers. I thought to myself as I gazed on them, " You are very pretty to look at, but you might as well have taken a turn with us, and then perhaps you would not look as spruce as you do." But I little knew the good service they had been rendering us during our absence.

This regiment, as I afterwards learnt, or a portion of it, had, on seeing the mischief that a battery from the Fedioukine heights on our left had been causing us during our advance, gallantly attacked and silenced it, thus relieving us from the fire on that side on our return, and an important diversion in our favour it was; but one, the description of which I will not attempt, as I only speak of those events that came under my own eye, and for the same reason I can say nothing of the operations of our Heavy Brigade during our absence.

P.S. — I have said that my orderly, Parkes, was wounded and taken prisoner, as was also my trumpeter, Crawford. They returned to us from Russia, in December 1855, at Scutari, and from them I heard some very graphic details, both of the battle, and also of what subsequently befell them in captivity.

They had neither of them, it appears, been unhorsed till on their way home, and both when near each other. They then ran on foot (Crawford being slightly wounded) for a long way towards home, when Parkes was shot in his sword-hand and had to give himself up. During their progress they were attacked by several parties, consisting of three or four Cossacks each, who, however, always kept at a respectful distance. On one of the last occasions a Russian officer rode up, and, seeing that they were about to be roughly handled, said to Parkes in English, "If you will give yourself up, you shall not be hurt," which, however, he declined to do.

Shortly after, he was wounded and was thus compelled to do so, and then seeing the officer still near him, he placed himself and Crawford under his protection, and they were taken by him to General Liprandi's tent, when he was asked by the General a great many questions as to the English army, their position, numbers, etc., as Parkes stated in his blunt way, "We tried all we could to deceive the General," who (though in a joking way, as he described it) said, "You are a liar, and I know more about the English than you will tell me."

The General would hardly believe that he was a Light Dragoon (he was about six feet two inches high), and said, " If you are a Light Dragoon what sort of men are your Heavy Dragoons?"

Liprandi then said that it was well known that all the Light Brigade were drunk that morning; and when Parkes assured him that neither he nor any of his comrades had put a morsel of food or drop of drink in their mouths that day, he said, "Well, my boy, you shall not remain in that state long," and he called to an aide-de-camp and told him to give the prisoners a plentiful allowance of food and drink.

They were the next day started off for the interior of Russia, marching on foot most of the way, and though at first they were not treated with much consideration, the treatment became better as they went on, resulting ultimately in every sort of kindness and attention from every one, Parkes winding up his description thus: "Ay, my Lord, the officers were not ashamed of being seen walking about with us."

Parkes likewise told us that there was a rifleman behind every bush in the end of the valley, taking pot shots at us as we approached, which fact he learned from the Russians. He also told me that when he and Crawford were running home together, they fell in with Halkett, whom they found with a bad body wound (this must have been some time after all the firing had ceased). In accordance with his cries, Crawford lifted him on to Parkes' back, and he carried him a short distance, when, to save himself from attacks from the Cossacks, knots of whom were hovering around, he was forced to let him down and leave him. In returning shortly after, as prisoners, they found him dead and naked, with the exception of his jacket.

Notes

(1) I was extremely puzzled at seeing this, but afterwards ascertained from Colonel Douglas that, almost immediately after the commencement of the advance, he received an order direct from Lord Lucan, conveyed by an aide-de-camp of his, that be should thus drop back and form a support to the first line, thus (consequently) constituting us the third line, though I was unaware of this fresh disposition till afterwards. [back]

(2) It was about this time that my orderly, Private Parkes, a fine specimen of an Englishman, about six feet two inches high, who had lost sight of me in the mêlée, came rushing past me, his sword up in the air, and holloaing out, "Where's my chief?" to which I answered, "Here I am, my boy, all right," — the last I saw of him, for he had his horse shot under him, was himself wounded, and afterwards take prisoner. [back]

(3) It was at this moment, and I think with reference to this gun that the following took place. Lieutenant Hunt, 4th Light Dragoons, was close to my right, when, before I could stop him, or rather before my attention was drawn to him, he returned his sword, jumped off his horse, and began trying to unhook the traces from this gun! the only acknowledgment of this act of devotion being, I fear, a sharp rebuke, and an order to remount. When the circumstances are considered in which he committed this act, it must be acknowledged that it was a truly heroic one. He thus disarmed himself in the mêlée, amid hand-to-hand encounters, and the act which he attempted would have been a most useful one, had support been near to retain possession of the gun which he was trying to dismember, though under the circumstances it was of course a useless attempt — but none the less worthy of record and of a Victoria Cross, for which he would have been recommended, had the choice lain with me. [back]

(4) The following details are the result of conversations I afterwards had with Douglas, but in addition to this I find the following remark made in my Journal, after he had perused what I am now going to narrate. "In making this attack on the Russian cavalry, I thought I should have been supported, and that our infantry were coming from Balaclava. A Russian officer, covered with decorations, surrendered to me in passing through the guns.

"(Signed) J. DOUGLAS, Colonel." [back]

(5) At this moment, I remember with what force, occurred to my mind an expression I had often beard from the lips of Lord Anglesey: "Cavalry are the bravest fellows possible in an advance, but once get them into a scrape, and get their backs turned, and it is a difficult matter to stop, or rally them." And now, thought I, would this be verified? The few that were left together (amounting probably to about 60 or 70 in the two regiments) HALTED AND FRONTED AS IF THEY HAD BEEN ON PARADE! [back]

(6) Lieut. Martyn, Acting Adjutant of the 4th, who was close to me all the time, has since told me, that when I rallied the two regiments here and had fronted them, I ordered a fresh advance, which was only stopped by his and Major Low's expostulating with me, and pointing out the masses before us (for behind the broken few who were so close upon us, and through them as it were, were to be seen the main body advancing). To this I can only express my belief that they were mistaken, for to the best of my recollection I never meditated a fresh advance, my object in fronting being to save us from immediate and inevitable destruction, which object, be it observed, was gained by the front which we — I must say judiciously — showed those who were the nearest to us, and who were thus for the moment checked in their advance.

We, the 4th, advanced as we did, because until the 11th fell back on us, we were acting in their support, but from the moment when these two regiments were united, it would have been clearly an act of madness (if indeed it had been possible) to have attempted another advance.

I must attribute the supposition in the mind of those officers to this — that by the act of fronting I intended to advance, for I cannot think that I gave the order. The difference between showing a momentary front to an overwhelming enemy and attempting another advance is, in my opinion, very great, the latter being in the highest degree imprudent, nay impossible. [back]

(7) It should be here explained that these Lancers ("Teropkine," I believe) must have debouched out of the road leading on to the valley from the Tractir Bridge, after we had passed by the road on our advance, the point at which they were formed up to cut off our retreat being that where the road issues on the valley. If it were a preconcerted trap on their part, it was a well-conceived one, and had it been equally well followed up, would have been fatal to us. [back]

(8) The doings of this brave fellow deserve record. He was shot through the right thigh during the advance, and holloaed out to his squadron leader, "Low, I am wounded, what shall I do?" to which the latter replied, " If you can sit on your horse, you had better come on with us ; there's no use going back now, you'll only be killed."

He went on, and if report speaks truly, made good use of his powerful arm in disabling some of the enemy. On his return he was shot through his other thigh (he ultimately recovered), his horse being hit in eleven places. When I overtook him, he complained of feeling faint, and asked if I could give him a little rum, which I fumbled out of my holster as we were going along. He then naïvely said, "I have been wounded, Colonel; would you have any objection to my going to the doctor when I get in?" (This all under a heavy fire!) [back]

(9) One of the first of the many who rode up to greet me on my safe return was Lord Cardigan, riding composedly from the opposite direction.

The involuntary exclamation escaped me, "Holloa, Lord Cardigan! were not you there? " to which he answered, "Oh, wasn't I, though! Here, Jenyns, did not you see me at the guns?"

I then said, "I am afraid there are no such regiments left as the 13th and 17th, for I can give no account of them," but before I had finished the sentence, I caught sight of a cluster of them standing by their horses, on the brow of the hill, in my front. [back]

(10) Lieutenant Martyn, Acting-Adjutant 4th Light Dragoons, told me afterwards that, hearing my vociferations, he galloped off to Colonel Shewell (whether by my order or not, he does not recollect, but he thinks that I ordered him) and said, " Lord George is holloaing to you to close in to the 8th," to which he replied, I know it, I bear him, and am doing my best." [back]

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