n reference
to the Brigade Lord Methuen said:--

"I have made use of Lieutenant-Colonel Hughes Hallett's report
(the acting Brigadier) for the description of the part the
Highland Brigade took in this action. Major-General Wauchope
told me, when I asked him the question, on the evening of the
10th, that he quite understood his orders, and made no further
remark. He died at the head of the brigade, in which his name
will always remain honoured and respected. His high military
reputation and attainments disarm all criticism. Every soldier
in my division deplores the loss of a fine soldier and a true
comrade. The attack failed; the inclement weather was against
success; the men in the Highland Brigade were ready enough to
rally, but the paucity of officers and non-commissioned
officers rendered this no easy matter. I attach no blame to
this splendid brigade."

Examples of individual daring and individual self-abnegation during this
glorious though ineffectual fight were too numerous to be quoted. The
Medical Staff, for instance, exposed themselves with a persistence that
was truly marvellous, succouring the injured and carrying them off to
shelter, till in some instances they themselves were shot. Very tragic
was the state of the gallant wounded, the bravest of the brave, who had
dared to advance too near the trenches, for these in the wretched plight
could not even enjoy the medical attention lavished on the others, as no
sooner were the doctors seen to be approaching them than a storm of fire
was immediately sent in their direction. The patience of the sufferers
was at times more than heroic. Notwithstanding their agonies and the
horrible pangs of thirst that are the inevitable result of wounds, some,
knowing that water was too scarce to go round, would not consent to do
more than moisten their lips from the water-bottle offered them, while
others hid the fact of their being wounded, so as not to absorb
attention from those more in need of it than themselves.

The Marquis of Winchester was one of those who fell nobly. For the most
part of the day he seemed to have a charmed life, and though bullets
whizzed through his helmet and round his ears, he moved fearlessly among
his men instructing each as to the direction in which he should fire. At
last, however, came the fatal shot which pierced his spine and laid him
low.

The gallant colonel of the Go