Hitherto we had been repulsed from the village and the wood; and the dark masses of infantry which were assembled upon our right, seemed to threaten the hill of Naval d'Aver with as sad a catastrophe.
Crawfurd came now galloping up among us, his eye flashing fire, and his uniform splashed and covered with foam: "Steady Sixteenth, steady! Don't blow your horses! Have your fellows advanced, Malcolm ?" said he, turning to an officer who stood beside him.
"Ay, there they go!" pointing with his finger to the wood where, as he spoke, the short ringing of the British rifle proclaimed the advance of that brigade.

"Let the cavalry prepare to charge! And now, Ramsey, let us give it them home!" Scarcely were the words spoken, when the squadrons were formed, and in an instant after, the French light infantry were seen retreating from the wood, and flying in disorderly masses across the plain.

Our squadrons riding down among them, actually cut them to atoms, while the light artillery, unlimbering, threw in a deadly discharge of grape-shot.
"To the right, Fourteenth, to the right!" cried General Stewart.

"Have at their hussars!" Whirling by them, we advanced at a gallop, and dashed towards the enemy, who, not less resolutely bent, came boldly forward to meet us.

The shock was terrific! The leading squadrons on both sides went down almost to a man, and all order being lost, the encounter became one of hand to hand.
The struggle was deadly; neither party would give way; and while fortune now inclined hither and thither, Sir Charles Stewart singled out the French general, Lamotte, and carried him off his prisoner.