CHAPTER II.

N the excitement of battle, with the
rush of numbers, it is not wonder-
ful that men do daring deeds, and
achieve dazzling exploits. Who
could have refrained from joining the charge

of—

“The gallant six hundred, as onward they thundered.’

 
 

a

y
x)

 

During the Crimean war, after one of
the Russian sorties, a colour-sergeant was
observed rolling himself over, bleeding from
his wounds, as if hiding something. As
soon as his comrades had time to go and
gee what it was, they discovered that he had
rolled the colours of the regiment, all bloody
and torn, round his body so as to save them.
Some of my readers must have seen the flag
shown in the Advocates’ Library in Parlia-
ment Square, Edinburgh, which, it is said,

floated over the field of Flodden, and was
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