Charles O'Malley — Volume 2 by Charles James Lever
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silence were quite unnecessary; and we had advanced to a considerable
extent into the plain before any appearance of the encampment struck us. At length, on mounting a little rising ground, we perceived several fires stretching far away to the northward; while still to our left, there blazed one larger and brighter than the others. We now found that we had not outflanked their position as we intended, and learning from the situation of the fires, that we were still only at the outposts, we pressed sharply forward, directing our course by the twin stars that shone from the fortress. "How heavy the ground is here!" whispered Hampden, as our horses sunk above the fetlocks. "We had better stretch away to the right; the rise of the hill will favor us." "Hark!" said I; "did you not hear something? Pull up,--silence now. Yes, there they come. It's a patrol; I hear their tramp." As I spoke, the measured tread of infantry was heard above the storm, and soon after a lantern was seen coming along the causeway near us. The column passed within a few yards of where we stood. I could even recognize the black covering of the shakos as the light fell on them. "Let us follow them," whispered I; and the next moment we fell in upon their track, holding our cattle well in hand, and ready to start at a moment. "_Qui va là?_" a sentry demanded. "_La deuxième division_," cried a hoarse voice. "_Halte là! la consigne?_" "_Wagram!_" repeated the same voice as before, while his party resumed |
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