My men, as happy as we were ourselves, now begged I would allow them to fire their guns, and prepare the Turks for our reception.

Crack, bang, went their carbines, and in another instant crack, bang, was heard from the northerners' camp, when, like a swarms of bees, every height and other conspicuous place was covered with men.

Our hearts leapt with an excitement of joy only known to those who have escaped from long-continued banishment among barbarians, once more to meet with civilised people, and join old friends.

Every minute increased this excitement.

We saw three large red flags heading a military procession, which marched out of the camp with drums and fifes playing.