There could therefore be no thought of escape, and they fought with the desperation of men without hope of mercy, and determined to sell their lives as dearly as they could.

Inch by inch they were forced back to the pavilion, and into the space between it and the north wall, where they were all shot or bayoneted.

There they lay in a heap as high as my head, a heaving, surging mass of dead and dying inextricably entangled.

It was a sickening sight, one of those which even in the excitement of battle and the flush of victory make one feel strongly what a horrible side there is to war.

The wretched wounded men could not get clear of their dead comrades, however great their struggles, and those near the top of this ghastly pile of writhing humanity vented their rage and disappointment on every British officer who approached by showering upon him abuse of the grossest description.
The firing and fighting did not cease altogether for some time after the main body of the rebels were destroyed.