One of the Six Hundred: A Novel
“ We now advanced slowly over the open ground, halting at times, and every moment gave us a clearer and nearer view of the enemy's position.I looked to the rear. How steadily they were coming on, those splendid lines of British infantry—the Royal and the Welsh Fusiliers, the 19th, and 33rd, and Connaught Rangers—stretching far away from flank to flank, in scarlet—that glorious and historic colour, which fills at once the eye and the mind—their bayonets flashing in the sun, and their colours threateningly advanced, but hanging listless, for the wind had died away. ”
