For The Admiral by W.J. Marx
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Felix sprang up cheerfully, and in a short time we had placed ourselves in attendance on our chief, who greeted us with his usual grave but kindly smile. "Let us commend our souls to God, gentlemen," he said reverently, "and beseech Him to strengthen our hearts in the approaching encounter." It may have been pure fancy on my part, but as we rode along the lines I seemed to miss that air of cheerful confidence which had been so evident at Roche Abeille. The men greeted their general with cheers, and I had no doubt they would do their duty; but they lacked that eager vivacity which goes so far toward winning victory. Across the plain the enemy were drawn up in two lines with their artillery posted on a hill, and about eight o'clock the first cannon ball came booming toward us. Instantly our guns replied, and a fierce artillery duel which lasted throughout the battle began. "Their guns are heavier than ours, and carry a farther distance," I observed to Felix. "It matters little," replied he; "the battle will be decided by the sword. I wonder when we are going to advance?" "Not at all, I expect. The Admiral has chosen his ground"--though there was little choice for that matter--"and intends to stand on the defensive." "That may suit the Germans well enough, but our own men do not like |
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