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10 The firing of the platoons had long ago ceased, and the dreadful work of death was carried on by the sword. At thit moment, a trumpet was heard in the rear of our army. There was an awful pause, all looked up. It was only the gallant Captain Nesbit, and his guide, Woodburn of Mains: he had no reinforcements for us, but himself was a host. With a loud huzza, and flourish of his sword, he placed himself by the side of Burley, and cried, 'jump the ditch, and charge the enemy,' He and Burley struggled through tnethe [sic] marsh. The men followed as they could. They formed, and marched on the enemy's right flank.

At this instant, Hamilton and Hackstone brought forward the whole line of infantry in front. God and our Country re-echoed from all the ranks.—No quarters said the fierce squadrons of Clavers.—Here commenced a bloody scene.

I seized the opportunity this moment offered to me, of makiugmaking [sic] a movement to the left of the enemy, to save my friemdfriend [sic] King and the other prisoners.—We came in time to save them. Our sword speedily severed the ropes which tyranny had bound on the arms of the men. The weapons of the fallen foe supplied what was lacking of arms; and with great vigour we moved forward to charge the enemy on the left flank. Claverhouse formed a hollow square—himself in tire centre. ; his men fought gallantly; they did all that soldiers could do in their situation. Wherever a gap was made, Clavers thrust the men forward, and speedily filled it up. Three times he rolled headlong on the heath, as he hastened from rank to rank, and as often he remounted. My little band thinned his ranks. He paid us a visit. Here I distinctly saw the features and shape of this far-famed man. He was small of stature, and not well formed; His arms were long in proportion to his legs; he had a complexion