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10 Clavers into the swamp. They rolled over each. All stuck fast. The Covenanters dismounted, and on foot. They left not one man to bear the tidings their Colonel.

The firing of the platconsplatoons [sic] had long ago ceased, the dreadful work of death was carried on by the. At this moment, a trumpet was heard in the rear army. There was an awful pause, all looked up. was only the gallant Captain Nesbit, and his Woodburn of Mains; he had no reinforcements for  but himself was a host. With a loud huzza, and 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 the marsh. The followed as they could. They formed and marched 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 making a movement to the left of the enemy to save  friend King and the other prisoners.-We came in  to save them. Our sword speedily severed the rope which tyranny had bound on the arms of the men. The weapons of the fallen foe supplied what was lacking arms; and with great vigour we moved forward  charge the enemy on the left flank. Claverhouse a hollow square-himself in the centre; his men  gallantly; they did all that soldiers could do in  situation. Wherever a gap was made, Clavers the men forward, and speedily filled it up. Three he rolled headlong on the heath as he hastened from rank to rank, and as often he remounted. My band thinned his ranks. He paid us a visit. Here 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