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‘ [335] him, but he would not give up, so I had to kill him to save my own life.’ ‘What orders do you leave us, my lord, if you are killed?’ asked Hill of Wellington when the pounding was hardest on the famous plateau at Waterloo. ‘Do as I am doing,’ he replied, and turning to the men, he said, ‘Boys, you can't think of giving away. Remember old England.’ And well it was for old England that behind the Iron Duke was a wall of iron men. Calling to the group around me to spread themselves, I led the way back to the woods in rear of our guns on Seminary Ridge. Realizing painfully our own sad plight, we were, of course, anxiously concerned for the rest of our people. But soon Mars Robert came along, followed by his faithful aides, the two Charleses-Venable and Marshall. How ineffably grand he appeared — a very anointed king of command, posing for the chisel of a Phidias, and looking on him we knew that the army was safe. So ended our part in the day's bloody work.
Richmond, VA. 1906.
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