XII.

With rapid steps Zubiri Picton gains; His skirmishers molest Foy’s shattered flank. From Zabaldíca’s crest Foy sees the plains Strewn with the flower of many a fallen rank. But powerless he for aid--the bayonet drank Upon the hill the life-blood of his corps, Where before Cole’s assault his veterans sank, While gallant Inglis down the mountain o’er Clausel and Conroux falls with shock that frights them sore.