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Identifier: battlesofninetee01forb (find matches)
Title: Battles of the nineteenth century
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Forbes, Archibald, 1838-1900 Atteridge, A. Hilliard (Andrew Hilliard)
Subjects: Battles Military history, Modern
Publisher: London New York : Cassell and Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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t, and I was carried to the skirt of thewood after being wounded, I could see nothingmore, a dense crowd having formed round mewhile my wound was being dressed. I feelcertain, however, that up to the end of the line(of troops) which was at my litter, and to thatof my aides-de-camp, not a single musket shotwas fired. ... It was not so on our right.The Ficciotti, attacked by the regular troops,replied by a fire along the whole line, and,although the trumpets sounded to cease firing,there was at that spot a smart fusilade, whichlasted not more than a quarter of an hour. Mywounds led to some confusion in our line. Oursoldiers, not seeing me, began to retreat into thewoods, so that, little by little, the crowd aroundme broke up, and the most faithful aloneremained. A Garibaldian officer who was present thuswrote : When the general received the bullethe was passing along our front, ordering the mennot to fire. I saw a slight shiver pass throughhis body ; he took two or three steps, and then
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RAISING HIS C.^VP IN THE AIR,, HE CRIED VIVA L IT.^LIA I (/. 306). 3o6 BATTLES OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. began to stagger. We ran to him, holding himup ; he was regardless of his sufferings. Raisinghis cap in the air, he cried T/zv/ F Italia ! Ihad his poor foot resting on my thigh ; he calledout to his assailants, and asked what they Avieredoing with his people. I felt a shivering in allhis limbs ; and, reminding him of his wounds,1 implored him to be quiet. While the surgeon was dressing his wounds,the sturdy soldier calmly produced a cigar andbegan to smoke, inquiring of the doctor whetherhe thought amputation would be necessary.Twenty minutes later he had an interview withhis conqueror and captor, General Pallavacini,who assured him, with tears in his eyes, thatthis was the most miserable day of his life.Yet he had received certain orders, and he hadno choice but to obey. It was the bitterest of all moments for thehero of Italian unity when, staggering fromthe effects of his doub

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