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Anonymous Battle of Drumclog (1820)

By this time, my men had driven the enemy before them, and had left the ground clear for the sing'e combat. As he made a lounge at my breast, I turned his sword aside, by one of those sweeping blows which are rather the dictate of a kind of instinct of self-defence, than a movement of art. As our strokes redoubled, my antagonist's dark features put on a look of deep and settled ferocity. No man who has not encountered the steel of bis enemy, in the field of battle, can conceive the looks and the manner of the warrior, in the moments of intense feelings.
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Anonymous Battle of Drumclog (1820)

My sword glanced on his shoulder, cut through his buff coat, skin, and flesh; swept through his jaw and laid open his threat from ear to ear. The fire of his ferocious eye was quenched in a moment. He reeled, and falling with a terrible crash, he poured out his soul, with a torrent of blood, on the heath. I sunk down insensible for a moment. My faithful men, whenever lost sight of me, raised me up.—In the fierce combat the soldier suffers most from thirst. I stooped down, to fill my helmet with the water which oozed through the morass.
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Anonymous Battle of Drumclog (1820)

These officers permuted them to cross the swamp, then charged them with a terrible shout 'No quarter' cried the dragaons. 'Be no quarter, to you then, ye murderous loons,' cried Burley; and at one blow he cut the leader through the steel-cap, and scattered his brains on his followers. His every blow overthrew a foeman. Their whole forces were now brought up, and they drove the dragoons of Clavers into the swamp. They rolled over each other. All stuck fast. The Covenanters dismonnted and fought on foot. They left not one man to bear the tidings to their Colonel.
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