The romance of modern sieges, describing the personal adventures, resource and daring of besiegers and beseiged in all parts of the world

Front matter

THE ROMANCE

OF MODERN

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Preface

These chapters are not histories of sieges, but narratives of such incidents as occur in beleaguered cities, and illustrate human nature in some of its strangest moods. That "facts are stranger than fiction " these stories go to prove : such unexpected issues, such improbable interpositions meet us in the pages of history. What writer of fiction would dare to throw down battlements and walls by an earthquake, and represent besiegers as paralysed by religious fear % These tales are full, indeed, of all the elements of romance, from the heroism and selfdevotion of the brave and the patient suffering of the wounded, to the generosity of mortal foes and the kindliness and humour which gleam even on the battle-field and in the hospital. But the realities of war have not been kept out of sight ; now and then the veil has been lifted, and the reader has been shown a glimpse of those awful scenes which haunt the memory of even the stoutest veteran.

We cannot realize fully the life that a soldier lives unless we see both sides of that life. We cannot feel the gratitude that we ought to feel unless we know the strain and suspense, the agony and endurance, that go

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to make up victory or defeat. In time of war we are full of admiration for our soldiers and sailors, but in the past they have been too often forgotten or slighted when peace has ensued. Not to keep in memory the great deeds of our countrymen is mere ingratitude.

Hearty acknowledgments are due to the authors and publishers who have so kindly permitted quotation from their books. Every such permission is more particularly mentioned in its place. The writer has also had many a talk with men who have fought in the Crimea, in India, in France, and in South Africa, and is indebted to them for some little personal touches such as give life and colour to a narrative.

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Chapter I Siege Op Gibraltar (1779-1782)

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The position of the Kock — State of defence — Pood-supply — Rodney brings relief — Fire-ships sent in — A convoy in a fog — Heavy guns bombard the town — Watching the cannon-ball — Catalina gets no gift — One against fourteen — Red-hot shot save the day — Lord Howe to the rescue ... - 17-27

Chapter II

Jaffa stormed by Napoleon — Sir Sidney Smith hurries to Acre — Takes a convoy — How the French procured cannon-balls — The Turks fear the mines — A noisy sortie — Fourteen assaults— A Damascus blade — Seventy shells explode — Napoleon nearly killed — The siege raised — A painful retreat ....... 28-36

Chapter III The Wounded Captain In Talavera (1809)

Talavera between two fires— Captain Boothby wounded— Brought into Talavera — The fear of the citizens — The surgeons' delay — Operations without chloroform — The English retire — French troops arrive — Plunder — French officers kind, and protect Boothby — A private bent on loot beats a hasty retreat - 37-52

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Chapter IV The Capture Op Ciudad Rodrigo (1812)

A night march — Waiting for scaling-ladders — The assault — Ladders break — Shells and grenades — A magazine explodes — Street fighting — Drink brings disorder and plunder— Great spoil 53-61

Chapter V

Rescue of wounded men — A forlorn hope — Fire-balls light up the scene — A mine explodes— Partial failure of the English — Escalade of the castle — Pat's humour and heroism — Saving a General — Wellington hears the news — The day after the storm ....... 62-75

Chapter VI

The coup de grace — The hospital — A cruel order — An attempt at escape — Removed to the castle — The English at the breach — Many are wounded — French ladies sleep in the open— A vertical fire — English gunners shoot too well — A good sabre lightly won ....... 76-89

Chapter VII

Position of the town — Sale's brigade rebuilds the defences — A sortie — Bad news — A queer noise — A ruse that did not succeed — The only survivor comes in — Story of a massacre — The earthquake — The walls are down — Are rebuilt — English magic — Pollock comes — Fight outside — The peril of Lady Sale 90-109

Chapter VIII Siege Op Sebastopol (1854-1856)

The English land without tents — Mr. Kinglake shows off before Lord Raglan — The Alma — Strange escapes — Looted houses —

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Fair plunder— Balaklava Bay — Horses lost at sea — A derelict worth having— Jack very helpful — The Heavy and Light Brigades — Spies— Fraternizing - 110-125

Chapter IX

Valiant deeds — Lord Raglan under fire — Tryon the^best shot — A Prince's button — A cold Christmas — Savage horses — The Mamelon redoubt— Corporal Quin— Colonel Zea - 126-136

Chapter X

The Mutiny begins — A warning from a sepoy — A near thing — A noble act of a native officer — In camp at Delhi with no kit — A plan that failed — Our first check — "Wilson in command — Seaton wounded — Arrival of Nicholson — Captures guns — The assault — The fate of the Princes — Pandy in a box - 137-158

CHAPTER XI THE DEFENCE OF LUCKNOW (31st OF May to 25th of

September, 1857)

Firing at close quarters — Adventures of fugitives — Death of Sir H. Lawrence — His character — Difficulty of sending letters — Mines and counter -mines — Fulton killed — Signs of the relief coming — A great welcome — Story of the escape from Cawnpore- ...--- 159-174

Chapter XII

The scene at Cawnpore — Fights before Lucknow — Nearly blown up — A hideous nightmare — Cheering a runaway — All safe out of the Residency — A quick march back — Who stole the biscuits ? — Sir Colin's own regiment - • - 175-190

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Chapter XIII

North v. South — A new President hates slavery — Fort Sumter is bombarded — Ladies on the house-top — Niggers don't mind shells — A blockade-runner comes to Oxford — The Banshee strips for the race — Wilmington — High pay — Lights out — Cast the lead — A stern chase — The run home — Lying perdu — The Night-haiuk saved by Irish humour — Southern need at the end of the war — Negro dignity waxes big - - 191-201

Chapter XIV

Will they sink or swim ? — Captain Ericsson, the Swede — The Merrimac raised and armoured — The Monitor built by private venture — Merrimac surprises Fort Monroe — The Cumberland attacked — The silent monster comes on — Her ram makes an impression — Morris refuses to strike his flag — The Cumberland goes down — The Congress is next for attention — On fire and forced to surrender — Blows up at midnight — The Minnesota aground shows she can bite — General panic — Was it Providence ? — A light at sea — Only a cheese-box on a raft — Sunday's fight between two monsters — The Merrimac finds she is deeply hurt, wounded to death — The four long hours — Worden and Buchanan both do their best — Signals for help —The fiery end of the Whitehall gunboat - 202-212

Chapter XV

New Orleans and its forts — Farragut despises craven counsel — The mortar-fleet in disguise — Fire-rafts rush down — A week of hot gun-fire — A dash through the defences — The Varuna's last shot — Oscar, aged thirteen — Ranged before the city — Anger of mob — Summary justice — Soldiers insulted in the streets — General Butler in command — Porter nearly blown up in council — Fort Jackson in ruins — " The fuse is out " - 213-219

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Chapter XVI The Siege Of Richmond (1862 And 1865)

Fair Oaks a drawn battle — Robert Lee succeeds Johnston — Reforms in the army — Humours of the sentinels — Chaffing the niggers — Their idea of liberty — The pickets chum together — Stuart's raid — A duel between a Texan and a German — Effect of music on soldiers — A terrible retreat to James River — Malvern Hill battle-scenes — Three years after — General Grant before Richmond — Coloured troops enter the Southern capital in triumph — Lee surrenders — Friends once more - - - 220-230

Chapter XVII The Siege Of Paris (1870-1871) With The Germans Outside

The Germans invest Paris — Trochu's sortie fails — The English ambulance welcomed — A Prince's visit to the wounded — In the snow — Madame Simon — A brave Lieutenant — Piano and jam — The big guns begin — St. Denis — Old Jacob writes to the Crown Prince — A dramatic telegram — Spy fever — Journalists mobbed ...... 231-240

Chapter XVIII

the siege of paris — Continued

WITH THE BESIEGED (1870-1871)

Moods in Paris — The Empress escapes — Taking down Imperial flags — Playing dominoes under fire — Cowards branded — Balloon post — Return of the wounded — French numbed by cold — The lady and the dogs — The nurse who was mighty particular — Castor and Pollux pronounced tough — Stories of suffering ------- 241-250

Chapter XIX

Metz surrounded — Taken for a spy — Work with an ambulance — Fierce Prussians rob an old woman — Attempt to leave Metz

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— Refusing an honour — The cantiniere's horse — The grey pet of the regiment — Deserters abound — A village fired for punishment — Sad scenes at the end .... 251-263

Chapter XX

An English boy as Turkish Lieutenant — A melee — Wounded by a horseman — Takes letter to Russian camp — The Czar watches the guns — Skobeleff 'a charge — The great Todleben arrives — Skobeleff deals with cowards — Pasting labels — The last sortie — Osman surrenders — Prisoners in the snow — Bukarest ladies very kind- ...... 264-279

Chapter XXI Siege Op Khartoum (1884)

Gordon invited to the Soudan — The Mahdi — Chinese Gordon — His religious feeling — Not supported by England — Arabs attack — Blacks as cowards — Pashas shot — The Abbas sent down with Stewart — Her fate — Relief coming — Provisions fail — A sick steamer — Bordein sent down to Shendy — Alone on the house-top — Sir Charles Wilson and Beresford steam up — The rapids and sand-bank — "Do you see the flag ?" — " Turn and fly " — Gordon's fate ... . 280-288

Chapter XXII

The Governor's visit — Pageant of Kings — Evil omens — The Fetish Grove — The fort — Loyal natives locked out — A fight — King Aguna's triumph — Relief at last — Their perils — Saved by a dog — Second relief — Governor retires — Wait for Colonel Willcocks — The flag still flying — Lady Hodgson's adventures 289-302 xiv

CONTENTS CHAPTER XXIII

Snyman begins to fire — A flag of truce — Midnight sortie — The dynamite trolley — Kaffirs careless — A cattle raid — Eloff nearly takes Mafeking — Is taken himself instead — The relief dribble in — At 2 a.m. come cannon with Mahon and Plumer ------- 303-317

Chapter XXIV

The diamond-mines — Cecil Rhodes comes in — Streets barricaded — Colonel Kekewich sends out the armoured train — Water got from the De Beers Company's mines — A job lot of shells — De Beers can make shells too — Milner's message — Beef or horse ? — Long Cecil — Labram killed — Shelter down the mines — A capture of dainties — Major Rodger's adventures — General French comes to the rescue — Outposts astonished to see Lancers and New Zealanders - 318-325

Chapter XXV

Ladysmith — Humours of the shell — The Lyre tries to be funny — Attack on Long Tom — A brave bugler — Practical jokes — The black postman — A big trek — Last shots — Some one comes — Saved at last .... 326-340

Chapter XXVI

Port Arthur — Its hotel life — Stoessel not popular — Fleet surprised — Shelled at twelve miles — Japanese pickets make a mistake — Wounded cannot be brought in — Polite even under the knife — The etiquette of the bath — The unknown death — Kondrachenko, the real hero — The white flag at last — Nogi the modest — "Banzai!" — Effect of good news on the wounded — The fleet sink with alacrity .... 341-352

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

THE SALLY FROM THE FORT AT KUMASSI (see

p. 294)- - - - - Frontispiece

THE LAST SIEGE OF GIBRALTAR BY FRANCE

and SPAIN - .... To face p. 26

THE NIGHT ASSAULT OF CIUDAD RODRIGO - „ 56

THE ESCALADE OF THE CASTLE- - - „ 66

THE LAST OF AN ARMY - - - ,, 96'

GETTING RID OF HIS CAPTORS - - - ,,128

A DARING DEED : BLOWING UP THE CASHMERE

THE LIGHTER SIDE OF WAR AT LUCKNOW - „ 180

SHOT DOWN BY THEIR FELLOW-CITIZENS - „ 216

A DUEL BETWEEN A TEXAN AND A GERMAN - „ 224 THE BALLOON POST USED DURING THE SIEGE

OF PARIS -----„ 244 A STRANGE WEAPON OF OFFENCE - - „ 282 THE BOERS, TAKEN BY SURPRISE, WERE UN- STEADY AND PANIC- STRUCK - - „ 304 A BRITISH AMAZON AT MAFEKING - - „ 308 A RUSSIAN TORPEDO-BOAT DESTROYER ELUDING

THE JAPANESE FLEET „ 344

A HUMAN LADDER ... „ 348

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THE ROMANCE OF MODERN SIEGES

Chapter I

The position of the Rock — State of defence — Food-supply — Rodney brings relief — Fire-ships sent in — A convoy in a fog — Heavy guns bombard the town — Watching the cannon-ball — Catalina gets no gift — One against fourteen — Red-hot shot save the day — Lord Howe to the rescue.

Gibraltar ! What a thrill does the very name evoke to one who knows a little of English history and England's heroes ! But to those who have the good fortune to steam in a P. and 0. liner down the coast of Portugal, and catch sight of the Rock on turning by Cabrita Point into the Bay of Algeciras the thrill of admiration is intensified. For the great Rock lies like a lion couched on the marge of the Mediterranean. It is one of the pillars of Hercules : it commands the entrance to the inner sea.

From 712 to the beginning of the fourteenth century Gibraltar was in the hands of the Saracens ; then it fell into the hands of the Spaniards. In 1704, the year of Blenheim, a combined English and Dutch fleet under Sir George Rooke captured the Rock from the Marquis de Salines, and Gibraltar has since then remained in the possession of the English, though several attempts have been made to wrest it from us. Before we follow Captain Drinkwater in some details of the great siege, a few words must be said about the Rock and its defences as they then were.

The Rock itself juts out like a promontory, rising to a height of 1,300 feet, and joined to the Spanish mainland by a low sandy isthmus, which is at the foot of the Rock about 2,700 feet broad. On a narrow ledge at the foot of the north-west slope lies the little town, huddled up beneath the frowning precipice and bristling batteries excavated out of the solid rock. At different heights, up to the very crest, batteries are planted, half or wholly concealed by the galleries. All along the sealine were bastions, mounted with great guns and howitzers, and supplied with casemates for 1,000 men. In all the fortifications were armed with 663 pieces of artillery. Conspicuous among the buildings was an old Moorish castle on the north-west side of the hill : here was planted the Grand Battery, with the Governor's residence at the upper corner of the walls. Many caves and hollows are found in the hill convenient both for powder magazines and also for hiding-places to the apes who colonize the Rock. The climate even at mid-winter is so mild and warm that cricket and tennis can be played on dry grass, wherever a lawn can be found in the neighbourhood, as the writer has experienced. But at Gibraltar itself all is stony ground and barren rock ; only on the western slope a few palmettos grow, with lavender and Spanish broom, roses and asphodels.

In 1777 a good opportunity seemed to be offered for Spain to recover the Rock from England. The North American colonies had seceded, and the prestige of Britain had suffered a severe blow. The fleets of

France and Spain, sixty-six sail of the line, were opposed by Sir Charles Hardy's thirty-eight, but with these he prevented the enemy from landing an invading army on the English shore. But Spain was intent on retaking Gibraltar, and had already planted batteries across the isthmus which connects the Rock with Spain.

General Elliot, the Governor of Gibraltar, had a garrison 5,382 strong, 428 artillerymen, and 106 engineers. Admiral Duff had brought his ships — a sixty-gun man-of-war, three frigates, and a sloop — alongside the New Mole. All preparations were made to resist a siege. Towards the middle of August the enemy succeeded in establishing a strict blockade with the object of reducing the garrison by famine. There were not more than forty head of cattle in the place, and supplies from Africa were intercepted by the Spanish cruisers. In November the effects of scarcity began to be felt, though many of the inhabitants had been sent away. Mutton was three shillings a pound, ducks fourteen shillings a couple ; even fish and bread were very scarce. General Elliot set the example of abstemious living, and for eight days he lived on 4 ounces of rice a day. The inhabitants had for some time been put upon a daily ration of bread, delivered under the protection of sentries with fixed bayonets. But even with this safeguard for the week there was a scene of struggling daily. Many times the stronger got more than their share, the weaker came away empty-handed, and eked out a wretched existence on leeks and thistles. Even soldiers and their families were perilously near starvation. So that a listless apathy fell on the majority, and they looked seaward in vain for a help that did not arrive.

It was not until the 15th of January, 1780, that the joyful news went round the little town of a brig in the offing which bore the British flag.

" She cannot pass the batteries I"

" She is standing in for the Old Mole ! Hurrah !"

That brig brought the tidings of approaching relief, and many a wet eye kindled with hope.

But the look-out on Signal Point could see the Spaniards in Algeciras Bay preparing for sea eleven men-of-war to cut off the convoy. Again the hopes of the garrison went down. They did not know, neither did the Spaniards, that Admiral Sir George Rodney, an old Harrow boy, was escorting the convoy with a powerful fleet of twenty-one sail of the line. He quickly drove the eleven Spaniards into headlong flight, but before rounding into the bay he fell in with fifteen Spanish merchant-men and six ships of war, which became his prize.

Then for a time the town and garrison enjoyed themselves frugally, and life became worth living. But on the departure of Rodney the Spaniards tried to destroy the British vessels in the bay with fire-ships.

It was on a June night that the fire spread, and the gleam shot across the water, lighting up Algeciras and the cork forests that clothe the mountain-side. Then the alarm was given. The Panther, a sixty-gun man-of-war, and the other armed ships opened fire on the assailants ; officers and men sprang into their boats and grappled the blazing ships, making fast hawsers, and towing them under the great guns of the Rock, where they were promptly sunk.

Again the blight of ennui, sickness, and famine came on the little garrison ; but in October a cargo of fruit came just in time to save them from scurvy. In March, 1781, the want of bread became serious : biscuit crumbs were selling for a shilling a pound. " How long ?" was the anxious cry that was felt, if not expressed in words. Had England forgotten her brave men ?

On the 12th of April, to the joyful surprise of all, a great convoy was signalled, escorted by a strong fleet. Every man, woman, and child who could walk came out upon the ramparts and gazed seawards with glistening eyes. At daybreak, says the historian of the siege, " Admiral Darby's much-expected fleet was in sight from our signal-house, but was not discernible from below, being obscured by a thick mist in the Gut. As the sun rose, however, the fog rose too like the curtain of a vast theatre, discovering to the anxious garrison one of the most beautiful and pleasing scenes it is possible to conceive. The ecstasies of the inhabitants at this grand and exhilarating sight are not to be described ; but, alas ! they little dreamed of the tremendous blow that impended, which was to annihilate their property, and reduce many of them to indigence and beggary."

For this second relief of the garrison stung the Spaniards into the adoption of a measure which inflicted a large amount of suffering on the citizens. They at once began to bombard the town with sixty-four heavy guns and fifty mortars. All amongst the crowds in the narrow, winding streets, through the frail roofs and windows, came shot and shell, so that one and all fled from their homes, seeking cover among the rocks. This was the time for thieves to operate, and many houses were rifled of their contents. Then it was discovered that many hucksters and liquor-dealers had been hoarding and hiding their stocks, and a fire having broken out in a wine-shop, the soldiers tasted and drank to excess. Then in a few days the discipline became relaxed ; many of the garrison stole and took away to their quarters barrels of wine, which they proceeded to stow away, to their own peril and ruin. At length General Elliot was compelled to issue orders that any soldier found drunk or asleep at his post should be shot.

What surprises us in our days of long-distance firing is the strange fact that a man with sharp vision could see one of the cannon-balls as it came towards him. One day, we are told, an officer saw a ball coming his way, but he was so fascinated by it that he could not move out of the way. Another day a shot fell into a house in which nearly twenty people were gathered together : all escaped except one child. On another occasion a shot came through the embrasures of one of the British batteries, took off the legs of two men, one leg of another, and wounded a fourth man in both legs, so that " four men had seven legs taken off and wounded by one shot." A boy who had been posted on the works, on account of his keenness of vision, to warn the men when a cannon-ball was coming their way, had only just been complaining that they did not heed his warnings, and while he turned to the men this shot which did all this hurt was fired by the enemy. A large cannon-ball in those days weighed 30 pounds, others much less. The author remembers Admiral Colomb telling the Harrow boys in a lecture that a Captain of those days could carry two or more cannon-balls in his coat-tail pocket ; the balls of modern guns have to be moved by hydraulic machinery. Yet it is astonishing how much damage the old cannon-balls could inflict, lopping along like overgrown cricket-balls as they did.

Sometimes incidents happened of an amusing character.

One day a soldier was rummaging about among the ruins of a fallen house, and came upon a find of watches and jewels. He bethought him at once of a very pretty Spanish girl who had coquetted with him in the gardens of the Alameda.

" Now, let me see," he murmured to himself, " how can I put this away safe ? Little Catalina will laugh when she sees them there jewels, I'll be bound ! Humph !

I can't take this lot to quarters, that's sartin ! Them sergeants, as feel one all round on return from duty, will grab the lot."

So he walked on, musing and pondering over his weighty affair.

As he was passing the King's Bastion a happy thought struck him.

" By George, sir !" he said to himself, " it's just the very thing. Who would think of looking for a watch inside a gun ?" and he chuckled to himself.

It was high noon ; the sentinel seemed half asleep. The soldier tied up his prize in his handkerchief, took out the wad of the gun, and slipped his treasure-trove into the bore of the cannon, replacing the wad carefully. That evening he met Catalina, and managed to inform her that he had a pleasant surprise for her, if she could come to the King's Bastion.

Her dark eyes glanced mischievously.

" No, not in the evening, I thank you, Jacko. I will come to-morrow, an hour ofter sunrise."

" Very well, Catalina ; I see you do not trust me. To-morrow, then, you shall come with me to the King's Bastion, and see with your own eyes how rich I can make you."

Catalina understood enough English to laugh heartily at her lover's grave and mysterious words.

" He has stolen a loaf and a bottle of wine," she thought in her simplicity.

However, Catalina did not disappoint Jack, and together they paced towards the semi-circular platform of the King's Bastion.

Jack was a very proud man as he tried to explain to his lady-love what a surprise was in store for her : he touched her wrists to show how the bracelets would fit, and her shapely neck to prove the existence of a splendid necklace, and Catalina began to believe her boy.

But as they came out upon the gun platform, Jack stopped suddenly, and uttered a fearful oath.

" dios !" cried the maid, " what is there to hurt, Jacko ?"

" Don't you see ? Oh, Catalina, the game is up ! That devil of a gunner is wiping out the bore of his gun !" Jack ran up, and, seizing the man by the arm, said : ' ' I say, mate, if you have found a parcel in that gun, it's mine ! I put it in last night. I tell you it's mine, mate ! Don't you try to make believe you have not seen it, 'cos I know you has."

The gunner stared in open-mouthed astonishment at the speaker. At last he said, with a touch of sarcasm :

" What for do you think I am wiping out her mouth, you silly ! You must have slept pretty sound not to know that them gun-boats crept up again last night."

" The devil take them ! Then, where's that gold watch of mine and them jewels 1 I put 'em for safety in that fool of a gun."

" Oh, then, you may depend upon it, my lad, that the watch-glass has got broke, for we fired a many rounds in the night."

" What for you look so to cry ?" asked little Catalina in wonder.

" Oh, come away, sweetheart. You'll get no rich present this year ; them Spaniards have collared 'em all. Lord! OLord!"

On the 7th of July the Spaniards at Cabrita Point were seen to be signalling the approach of an enemy. As the mists melted away, the garrison could see a ship becalmed out in the bay. Fourteen gunboats from Algeciras had put out to cut her off ; on this, Captain Curtis, of the Brilliant, ordered three barges to row alongside, and receive any dispatches she might have on board. This was done just before the leading Spanish gunboat got within range ;

then came a hideous storm of round and grape shot as the fourteen gunboats circled round the Helma.

But Captain Roberts, though he had only fourteen small guns, returned their fire gallantly. The English sloop was lying becalmed about a league from the Rock, and the garrison in Gibraltar could do nothing to help her. They looked every minute to see the Helma sink, but still she battled on against their 26-pounders.

Then, when hope seemed desperate, a westerly breeze sprang up ; the waters darkened and rippled round the Helma, her canvas slowly filled out, and she came away with torn sails and rigging to the shelter of the Mole.

In September, 1782, a grand attack was made by the Spaniards with ten men-of-war, gunboats, mortar-boats, and floating batteries. They took up their position about 900 yards from the King's Bastion. Four hundred pieces of the heaviest artillery were crashing and thundering, while all the air was thick with smoke. General Elliott had made his preparations : the round shot was being heated in portable furnaces all along the front, and as the furnaces were insufficient, huge fires were lit in the angles between buildings on which our " roast potatoes," as the soldiers nicknamed the hot shot, were being baked.

But the enemy's battering-ships seemed invulnerable. " Our heaviest shells often rebounded from their tops, whilst the 32-pound shot seemed incapable of making any visible impression upon their hulls. Frequently we flattered ourselves they were on fire, but no sooner did any smoke appear than, with admirable intrepidity, men were observed applying water from their engines within to those places whence the smoke issued. Even the artillery themselves at this period had their doubts of the effect of the red-hot shot, which began to be used about twelve, but were not general till between one and two o'clock." After some hours' incessant firing, the masts of several Spanish ships were seen to be toppling over ; the flag-ship and the Admiral's second ship were on fire, and on board some others confusion was seen to be prevailing. Their fire slackened, while ours increased. Then, as night came on, the gleams spread across the troubled waters ; the cannonade of the garrison increased in rapidity and power. At one in the morning two ships were blazing mast-high, and the others soon caught fire from the red-hot shot or from the flying sparks. The light and glow of this fearful conflagration brought out the weird features of the whole bay : the sombre Rock, the blood-red sea, the white houses of Algeciras five miles across, the dark cork forests, and the Spanish mountains — all stood out in strange perspective. Amid the roar of cannon were fitfully heard the hoarse murmurs of the crowds that lined the shore and the screams of burning men. Sometimes a deep gloom shrouded the background of earth and sea, while gigantic columns of curling, serpent flame shot up from the blazing hulls.