13/46 The bushes are no shelter, as it cuts through 'em. The cannon with its grape turns the scale. They come on with uncommon fury! It seems to me I hear a thousand rifles all together." St.Luc now pressed the attack from every side save the south. The French and Indians in the fleet redoubled their fire. The twelve-pounder was pushed forward, and, as fast as the expert French gunners could reload it, the terrible charges of grape-shot were sent among the rangers. |