It was impossible to remain where we were.

Musketry from the walls and grape from the heavy guns mounted on the Mori and other bastions committed terrible havoc.

Men were falling on all sides, but the getting back was hazardous to the last degree.

Numerous as the enemy were, they had not the courage to stand against us as long as we advanced, but the first sign of retreat was the signal for them to leave their shelter and press us the whole way to camp.
When the retirement commenced I was with the two advanced guns in action on the Grand Trunk Road.

The subaltern in charge was severely wounded, and almost at the same moment one of his sergeants, a smart, handsome fellow, fell, shot through the leg.