the first impulse of jack, after having stowed his traps in the tent and introduced himself to his new mess-mates, was to make his way to the lines of the 33d. here he found that harry had been sent home sick in january, but that he had sailed from england again with a draft, and was expected to arrive in the course of a few days. jack found but few of the officers still there whom he had before known. several, however, were expected shortly back either from england or from the hospitals at scutari.
greatly relieved to find that his brother was alive and well, jack returned to the naval camp, where he speedily made himself at home. when he first mentioned to his messmates, two lads about his own age, that he had been a prisoner in russia, the statement was received with incredulity, and when, at their request, he proceeded to tell some of his adventures, they regarded him with admiration as the most stupendous liar they had ever met. it was long indeed before his statements were in any way believed, and it was only when, upon the occasion of one day dining with the officer in command of the brigade, jack, at his request, related in the presence of several officers his adventures in russia, that his statements were really accepted as facts; for it was agreed that whatever yarns a fellow might invent to astonish his comrades, he would not venture upon relating them as facts to a post-captain. this, however, was later on.
on the morning after his arrival all was expectation, for it was known that the bombardment was about to recommence. at half-past two o'clock the roar of 157 guns and mortars in the british batteries, and over 800 in those of the french, broke the silence, answered a minute or two later by that of the russian guns along their whole line of batteries. the day was hot and almost without a breeze, and the smoke from so vast a number of guns hung heavily on the hill-side, and nothing could be seen as to the effect which the cannonade was producing. it was not until next morning that the effect of the fire was visible. the faces of the russian batteries were pitted and scarred, but no injury of importance had been inflicted upon them. all day the fire continued with unabated fury on the side of the allies, the russians replying intermittently. presently the news circulated through the camp that an assault would be made at six o'clock, and all officers and men of duty thronged the brow of the plateau, looking down upon the town.
at half-past six a body of french troops were observed to leave their trenches, and, in skirmishing order, to make their way towards the mamelon. the guns of the russian fort roared out, but already the assailants were too close for these to have much effect. soon a great shout from the spectators on the hill proclaimed that the zouaves, who always led the french attacks, had gained the parapet. then, from within, a host of figures surged up against the sky, and a curious conflict raged on the very summit of the work. soon, however, the increasing mass of the french, as they streamed up, enabled them to maintain the footing they had gained, and pouring down into the fort, they drove the russians from it, the french pouring out in their rear. twice fresh bodies of russian reserves, coming up, attempted to roll back the french attack; but these, exultant with success, pressed forward, and, in spite of the fire which the guns of the round tower fort poured upon them, drove their enemies down the hill. it was growing dark now, and it could with difficulty be seen how the fight was going. fresh masses of french troops poured from their advance trenches into the mamelon, and there was no question that that point was decidedly gained.
still however, the battle raged around it. the zouaves, flushed with success, attempted to carry the round tower with a rush, and swept up to the abattis surrounding it. the russians brought up fresh supports, and the whole hill-side was alive with the flicker of musketry. the russian guns of all the batteries bearing upon the scene of action opened it, while those of our right attack, which were close to the french, opened their fire to aid our allies. had the zouaves been supported, it is probable that they would have carried the round tower with their rush, but this was not in the plan of operations, and, after fighting heroically for some time, they fell back to the mamelon.
the fight on the british side had been less exciting. with a sudden rush our men had leaped on the advance trenches and driven the russians from their position in the quarries. then, rapidly turning the gabions of the trenches, they prepared to hold the ground they had taken. they were not to maintain their conquest unmolested, for soon the russians poured down masses of troops to retake it. all night long the flash of fire flickered round the position, and six times the russian officers led up their troops to the attack.
our assaulting force was over 1000 men, and out of these 365 men and thirty-five officers were killed or wounded. had a stronger body been detailed, there is no doubt that the redan, which was near the quarries, could have been taken, for it was almost empty of troops, and our men, in the impetuosity of their first assault, arrived close to it. great discontent was felt that measures should not have been taken to follow up the success, and both our allies and our own troops felt that a great opportunity had been missed, owing to the want of forethought of their generals.
the next day there was an armistice, from one till six, to collect and bury the dead, and the officers and men of the contending parties moved over the ground which had been the scene of conflict, chatting freely together, exchanging cigars and other little articles. jack, who had gone down with his commanding officer, created no slight astonishment among the russians by conversing with them in their own language. in answer to their questions, he told them that he had been a prisoner among them, and begged them to forward a note which he had that morning written to count preskoff at berislav, acquainting him that he had made his escape across the russian frontier, and had rejoined the army, for he thought it probable that the letter which he had given to count stanislaus to post, after he left him, might never have come to hand.
at six o'clock the guns again re-opened; the russians having made good use of their time in arming fresh batteries to counteract the effect of the works we had carried. we had indeed hard work in maintaining our hold of the quarries, which were commanded by several batteries, whose position placed them outside the range of our guns. our loss was very heavy, as also was that of the french in the mamelon, which was made a centre for the russian fire.
on the nights of the 16th and 17th some of the british and french ships stood in close to sebastopol, and kept up a heavy fire upon the town. on the 16th it was decided by marshal pelissier and lord raglan that the assault should take place on the morning of the 18th of june, and every arrangement was made for the attack. the british force told off for the work consisted of detachments of the light, second, and third divisions, and was divided into three columns. sir john campbell had charge of the left, colonel shadforth of the right, and colonel lacy yea of the centre column. general barnard was directed to take his brigade of the third division down to a ravine near the quarries, while general eyre moved his brigade of the same division still farther along. his orders were that in case of the assault on the redan being successful, he should attack the works on its right.
on the french left, three columns, each 6000 strong, under general de salles, were to attack three of the russian bastions; while on their right, three columns of equal force were to attack the russian positions: general d'autemarre assailing the gervais battery and the right flank of the malakoff, general brunet to fall upon the left flank of the malakoff and the little redan from the mamelon, while general mayrau was to carry the russian battery near the careening creek.
thus the french were to assault in six columns, numbering in all 36,000 men, with reserves of 25,000. our assaulting columns contained only 1200 men, while 10,000 were in reserve. the attack was to commence at day-break, but by some mistake the column of general mayrau attacked before the signal was given. in a few minutes they were repulsed with great loss, their general being mortally wounded. four thousand of the imperial guard were sent to their assistance, and three rockets being fired as a signal, the assault was made all along the line. the russians, however, had been prepared for what was coming by the assault on their left. their reserves were brought up, the redan was crowded with troops, the guns were loaded with grape, and as the little english columns leaped from their trenches and rushed to the assault, they were received with tremendous fire.
the inevitable result of sending 1000 men to attack a tremendously strong position, held by ten times their own strength, and across a ground swept by half a dozen batteries, followed. the handful of british struggled nobly forward, broken up into groups by the irregularity of the ground and by the gaps made by the enemy's fire.
parties of brave men struggled up to the very abattis of the redan, and there, unsupported and powerless, were shot down. nothing could exceed the bravery which our soldiers manifested. but their bravery was in vain. the three officers in command of the columns, sir john campbell, colonel shadforth, and colonel yea, were all killed. in vain the officers strove to lead their men to an attack. there were indeed scarce any to lead, and the russians, in mockery of the foolishness of such an attack, stood upon their parapets and asked our men why they did not come in. at last, the remnants of the shattered columns were called off. upon the left, the brigade under general eyre carried the cemetery by a sudden attack. but so hot a fire was opened upon him that it was with difficulty the position could be held.
this, however, was the sole success of the day. both, the french columns were repulsed with heavy loss from the malakoff, and although gervais battery was carried, it could not be maintained.
the naval brigade furnished four parties of sixty men to carry scaling-ladders and wool-bags. two of these parties were held in reserve, and did not advance. captain peel was in command, and was wounded, as was mr. wood, a midshipman of h.m.s. "queen," who acted as his aide-de-camp. the three officers of one detachment were all wounded, and of the other one was killed, and one wounded.
jack had in the morning regretted that he was not in orders for the service, but when at night the loss which those who bad taken part in it had suffered was known, he could not but congratulate himself that he had not been detailed for the duty. the total british loss was twenty-two officers and 247 men killed, seventy-eight officers and 1207 men wounded. the french lost thirty-nine officers killed, and ninety-three wounded, 1600 men killed or taken prisoners and about the same number wounded; so that our losses were enormously greater than those of the french in proportion to our numbers. the russians admitted a loss of 5800 killed and wounded.
jack was with many others a spectator of this scene from cathcart hill; but it must not be imagined that even a vague idea of what was passing could be gleaned by the lookers-on. the redan, which was the point of view immediately opposite, was fully a mile away. in a few minutes from the commencement of the fight the air was thick with smoke, and the din of battle along so extended a front was so continuous and overpowering that it was impossible to judge by the sound of firing how the fight was going on at any particular point.
upon the night before there was a general sanguine feeling as to the success of the attack, and many a laughing invitation was given to future dinners in the hotels of sebastopol. great, then, was the disappointment when, an hour after its opening, the tremendous roll of musketry gradually died away, while the fire of the allied batteries angrily opened, telling the tale that all along the line the allies had been defeated, save only for the slight success at the cemetery.
eagerly were the wounded questioned, as, carried on stretchers, or slowly and painfully making their way upon foot, they ascended the hill. in most of them regret at their defeat or anger at the incompetence of those who had rendered defeat certain, predominated over the pain of the wounds.
"be jabers," said a little irishman, "but it was cruel work entirely. there was myself and six others and the captain made our way up to a lot of high stakes stuck in the ground before the place. we looked round, and divil another soul was there near. we couldn't climb over the stakes, and if we had got over 'em there was a deep ditch beyond, and no way of getting in or out. and what would have been the good if we had, when there were about 50,000 russians inside a-shouting and yelling at the top of their voices, and a-firing away tons of ammunition? we stopped there five minutes, it may be, waiting to see if any one else was coming, and then when four of us was killed and the captain wounded, i thought it time to be laving; so i lifted him up and carried him in, and got an ugly baste of a russian bullet into my shoulder as i did so. ye may call it fightin', but it's just murder i call it meself."
something like this was the tale told by scores of wounded men, and it is little wonder that, sore with defeat and disappointment, and heart-sick at the loss which had been suffered, the feelings of the army found vent in deep grumblings at the generals who had sent out a handful of men to assault a fortress.
the next day there was another truce to allow of the burial of the dead and the collection of the wounded who lay thickly on the ground between the rival trenches. it did not take place, however, till four in the afternoon, by which time the wounded had been lying for thirty hours without water or aid, the greater portion of the time exposed to the heat of a burning sun.
ten days later lord raglan died. he was a brave soldier, an honorable man, a most courteous and perfect english gentleman, but he was most certainly not a great general. he was succeeded by general simpson, who appears to have been chosen solely because he had, as a lad, served in the peninsula; the authorities seeming to forget that for the work upon which the army was engaged, no school of war could compare with that of the crimea itself, and that generals who had received their training there were incomparably fitter for the task than any others could be.
two days after the repulse at the redan, jack was delighted by the entry of his brother into his tent. harry had of course left england before the receipt of jack's letter written when he had crossed the frontier, and was overwhelmed with delight at the news which he had received ten minutes before, on arriving at the camp, that his brother was alive, and was again with the naval brigade close by. jack's tent-mates were fortunately absent, and the brothers were therefore able to enjoy the delight of their meeting alone, and, when the first rapture was over, to sit down for a long talk. jack was eager to learn what had happened at home, of which he had heard nothing for six months, and which harry had so lately left. he was delighted to hear that all were well; that his elder sister was engaged to be married; and that although the shock of the news of his death had greatly affected his mother she had regained her strength, and would, harry was sure, be as bright and cheerful as ever when she heard of his safety. not till he had received answers to every question about home would jack satisfy his brother's curiosity as to his own adventures, and then he astonished him indeed with an account of what he had gone through.
"well, jack, you are a lucky fellow!" harry said, when he had finished. "to think of your having gone through all those adventures and living to tell of them. why, it will be something to talk about all your life."
"and you, harry, are you quite recovered?"
"i am as well as ever," harry said. "it was a case of typhus and frost-bite mixed. i lost two of my toes, and they were afraid that i should be lame in consequence. however, i can march well enough for all practical purposes, though i do limp a little. as to the typhus, it left me very weak; but i soon picked up when the wind from england was blowing in my face. only to think that all the time i was grieving for you as dead and buried by the russians among the hills over there that you were larking about with those jolly russian girls."
"oh, yes, that's all very well," jack said. "but you must remember that all that pretty nearly led to my being hung or shot; and it was a hot time among those poles, too, i can tell you."
the next few days passed quietly. on the 12th of july jack rode out with his commanding officer, who, with many others, accompanied the reconnaissance made by the turks and french, on a foraging and reconnoitring party, towards baidar, but they did not come in contact with the russians.
both parties still worked steadily at their trenches. the french were fortunate in having soft ground before them, and were rapidly pushing their advances up towards the malakoff. this position, which could without difficulty have been seized by the allies at the commencement was in reality the key of the russian position. its guns completely commanded the redan, and its position would render that post untenable, while the whole of the south side of sebastopol would lay at our mercy. in front of the english the ground was hard and stony, and it was next to impossible to advance our trenches towards the redan, and the greater portion of the earth indeed had to be carried in sacks on men's backs from points in the rear.
the working parties were also exposed to a cross-fire, and large numbers of men were killed every day.
on the 31st a tremendous storm broke upon the camp, but the soldiers were now accustomed to such occurrences, the tents were well secured, and but little damage was suffered. save for a few sorties by the russians, the next fortnight passed quietly.
the cavalry were now pushed some distance inland, and the officers made up parties to ride through the pretty valleys and visit the villas and country houses scattered along the shores.
