XIX.

An isolated mountain midway rose-- ’Tis called “The Boar”--by France’s warriors crowned; And Longa’s guns and Colborne’s rifles chose The toilsome task to gain this lofty ground-- So high, though dwarfed amongst the peaks around, That the spent musket-bullets singing fell All harmless at its foot with feeble sound, Which marksmen from the crest directed well ’Gainst our advancing men, but none its tale could tell.