"The more they are, the more we shall kill." But soon he saw them laying hurdles on the quagmire.

A broader and safer path was formed; squadron after squadron reached firm ground: the flank of the Irish army was speedily turned.
The French general was hastening to the rescue when a cannon ball carried off his head.

Those who were about him thought that it would be dangerous to make his fate known.

His corpse was wrapped in a cloak, carried from the field, and laid, with all secresy, in the sacred ground among the ruins of the ancient monastery of Loughrea.

Till the fight was over neither army was aware that he was no more.