straight for shore. The French held their fire until the
leading boats were well within short musket-shot. Then
they began so furiously that Wolfe, whose tall, lank
figure was most conspicuous as he stood up in the
stern-sheets, waved his cane to make the boats sheer off.

It looked as if the first successful landing would have
to be made elsewhere, a bitter disappointment to this
young and ardent brigadier, whose command included the
pick of the grenadiers, light infantry, and Highlanders.
But three boatloads of light infantry pushed on against
the inner point of the cove. Perhaps their officers turned
their blind eye on Wolfe's signal, as Nelson did on
Parker's recall at Copenhagen. But, whatever the reason,
these three boats went in smash against the rocks and
put their men ashore, drenched to the skin. Major Scott,
commanding the light infantry and rangers, followed them
at once. Then Wolfe, seeing they had gained a foothold
where the point afforded them a little cover, signalled
the whole brigade to land there in succession. He pushed
his own boat through, jumped in waist-deep, and waded
ashore.

This sudden change, quite unexpected by either friend or
foe, greatly disconcerted the French. They attacked Major
Scott, who withstood them with a handful of men till
reinforcements came clambering up the rocks behind him.
With these reinforcements came Wolfe, who formed the men
into line and carried the nearest battery with the bayonet.
The remaining French, seeing that Wolfe had effected a