this fight, it is fit that I should take
time to mark the wanderings of Galbraith Robinson, whose exploits this
day would not ill deserve the pen of Froissart. The doughty sergeant
had, for a time, retained his post in the ranks of the Amherst Rangers,
and with them had travelled towards the mountain top, close in the rear
of Campbell's line. But when the troops had recoiled before the frequent
charges of the royalists, finding his station, at best, but that of an
inactive spectator, he made no scruple of deserting his companions and
trying his fortune on the field in such form of adventure as best suited
his temper. With no other weapon than his customary rifle, he stood his
ground when others retreated; and saw the ebb and flow of "flight and
chase" swell round him, according to the varying destiny of the day. In
these difficulties, it was his good fortune to escape unhurt; a piece of
luck that may, perhaps, be attributed to the coolness with which he
either galloped over an adversary or around him, as the emergency
rendered most advisable.

In the midst of this busy occupation, at a moment when one of the
refluxes of battle brought him almost to the summit, he descried a small
party of British dragoons, stationed some distance in the rear of
Ferguson's line, whose detached position seemed to infer some duty
unconnected with the general fight. In the midst of these, he thought he
recognised the figure and dress of one familiar to his eye. The person
thus singled out by the sergeant's glance stood bare-headed upon a
projecting mass of rock, apparently looking with an eager gaze towards
the distant combat. No sooner did the conjecture that this might be
Arthur Butler flash across his thought, than he turned his steed back
upon the path by which he had ascended, and rode with haste towards the
Rangers.

"Stephen Foster," he said, as he galloped up to the lieutenant, and drew
his attention by a tap of the hand upon his shoulder, "I have business
for you, man--you are but wasting your time here--pick me out a
half-dozen of your best fellows and bring them with you after me.
Quick--Stephen--quick!"

The lieutenant of the Rangers collected the desired party and rode after
the sergeant, who now conducted this handful of men with as much
rapidity as the broken character of the ground allowed, by a circuit for
a considerable distance along the right side of the mountain, until they
reached the top. The point at which they g