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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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d permit of a retirement to the Radischevoridge. The ammunition had failed, for the cartshad been left far in the rear ; and all hope diedout of the most sanguine as the sun sank in lurid io8 BATTLES OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. glory behind the blood-stained and smoke-mantled field. Then the Turks struck without stint. Theyhad the upper hand now, and were clearly deter-mined to show that they knew how to make themost of it. Through the dusk they advanced inswarms into their original first positions, andrecaptured their two guns which the Russianshad taken in their first assault, but which they The Russian defeat was complete. The re-mains of the army came sullenly back, companiesthat had gone down hundreds strong returningby tens and twenties. For three hours therehad been a steady current of wounded men upfrom out of the battle to the reverse slope of theRadischevo ridge, to which Schahofskoy stillheld on grimlv. All round, the air was heavywith the moaning of the wounded who had cast
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THEY GATHERED TO THE SOUND had tound no opportunity to withdraw. Turkishshells now again began to whistle and yell overthe Radischevo ridge, and to crash into the villagebehind, by this time crammed with woundedmen. The streams of wounded were incessant.The badly-wounded lay where they fell, andwere butchered ruthlessly by the Turkish ir-regulars, who swarmed over the battle-field andslaughtered indiscriminately. The moon rose ontheir bloodthirst)- devilr)^ ; and in the hot, stillnight-air one could hear—and shuddered in thehearing—the shrieks of pain, the futile entreatiesfor mercy, and the yells of cruel, fanaticaltriumph. themselves down by the fountain at the foot ofthe slope, craving with a pitiful longing for a fewdrops of the scanty water. In this awful hourSchahofskoys attitude was admirable : now thatthe day was lost beyond remedy, he was cool andcollected. To protect his wounded, and rallywhat remained of his force, he was determinedto hold the ridge to the last eitremit

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