as I emerged from the
little suburb, a quick, sharp firing, drew my attention toward the left
of the wall, and there I saw our fellows advancing at a trot, while
about twenty red-coats were in full flight before them, the wild cries
of the country people following them as they went.

I had but time to see thus much, and to remark that two or three English
prisoners were taken, when the general came up. He had now abandoned the
gig, and was mounted on a large, powerful, black horse, which I
afterward learned was one of the bishop's. My tidings were soon told,
and, indeed, but indifferently attended to, for it was evident enough
that the place was our own.

"This way, general--follow me," cried Kerrigan. "If the light-companies
will take the road down to the 'Acres,' they'll catch the yeomen as they
retreat by that way, and we have the town our own."

The counsel was speedily adopted; and although the dropping fire, here
and there, showed that some slight resistance was still being made, it
was plain enough that all real opposition was impossible.

"Forward!" was now the word; and the "chasseurs," with their muskets "in
sling," advanced at a trot up the main street. At a little distance the
grenadiers followed, and, debouching into the square, were received by
an ill-directed volley from a few of the militia, who took to their
heels after they fired. Three or four red-coats were killed, but the
remainder made their escape through the church-yard, and gaining the
open country, scattered and fled as best they could.

Humbert, who had seen war on a very different scale, could not help
laughing at the absurdity of the skirmish, and was greatly amused with
the want of all discipline and "accord" exhibited by the English troops.

"I foresee, gentlemen," said he, jocularly, "that we may have abundance
of success, but gain very little glory, in the same campaign. Now for a
blessing upon our labors--where shall we find our friend, the bishop?"

"This way, general," cried Neal, leading down a narrow street, at the
end of which stood a high wall, with an iron gate. This was locked, and
some efforts at barricading it showed the intention of a defense; but a
few strokes of a pioneer's hammer smashed the lock, and we entered a
kind of pleasure-ground, neatly and trimly kept. We had not advanced
many paces when the bishop, followed by a great number of his
clergy--for it happened to be the period of his annual visitation--came
f