XXII.

His cannon opened loud with bellowing sound, And ’neath its deadly roar the French ascend; Till near the summit of the pass they found A wood that stretched its branches to befriend. Yet see, they turn, and skirmishers defend The steep, but Stewart leads the stern assault. Soon broke their files, their menace soon doth end. Headlong they fly, and dareth none to halt-- But thickest mist doth fall--and leave our men at fault.