74/77 It was a French attack: part swarmed at it in front like bees, part swept round the glacis and flanked it. They were seen to fall in numbers, shot down from the embrasures. But the living took the place of the dead: and the fight ranged evenly there. Where are the colors? The colonel and a hundred men are fighting hand to hand with the Prussians, who have charged out at the back doors of the bastion. |