more, was Gabarus Bay with an open beach. For several
days the Atlantic waves dashed against the shore so
furiously that no boat could live through their breakers.
But on the eighth the three brigades of infantry made
for three different points, [Footnote: White Point, Flat
Point, and Kennington Cove. See the accompanying Map of
the siege.] respectively two, three, and four miles from
the fortress. The French sent out half the garrison to
shoot down the first boatloads that came in on the rollers.
To cover the landing, some of Boscawen's ships moved in
as close as they could and threw shells inshore: but
without dislodging the enemy.

Each of the three brigades had its own flag--one red,
another blue, and the third white. Wolfe's brigade was
the red, the one farthest west from Louisbourg, and
Wolfe's did the fighting. While the boats rose and fell
on the gigantic rollers and the enemy's cannon roared
and the waves broke in thunder on the beach, Wolfe was
standing up in the stern-sheets, scanning every inch of
the ground to see if there was no place where a few men
could get a footing and keep it till the rest had landed.
He had first-rate soldiers with him: grenadiers,
Highlanders, and light infantry.

The boats were now close in, and the French were firing
cannon and muskets into them right and left. One cannon-ball
whizzed across Wolfe's own boat and smashed his flagstaff
to splinters. Just then three young light infantry officers
saw a high ledge of rocks, under shelter of which a few