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tered his wrist ; but he wrapped his handkerchief 

 about the wound, and showed no sign of pain. A 

 moment more, and a ball pierced his side. Still 

 he pressed forward, waving his sword and cheer- 

 ing his soldiers to the attack, when a third shot 

 lodged deep within his breast. He paused, reeled, 

 and, staggering to one side, fell to the earth. 

 Brown, a lieutenant of the grenadiers, Henderson, 

 a volunteer, an officer of artillery, and a private 

 soldier, raised him together in their arms, and, 

 bearing him to the rear, laid him softly on the 

 grass. They asked if he would have a surgeon ; 

 but he shook his head, and answered that all 

 w^as over with him. His eyes closed with the 

 torpor of approaching death, and those around 

 sustained his fainting form. Yet they could not 

 withhold their gaze from the wild turmoil before 

 them, and the charging ranks of their companions 

 rushing through fire and smoke. " See how they 

 run," one of the officers exclaimed, as the French 

 fled in confusion before the levelled bayonets. 

 "Who run]" demanded Wolfe, opening his eyes 

 like a man aroused from sleep. " The enemy, 

 sir," was the reply ; " they give way everywhere." 

 " Then," said the dying general, " tell Colonel 

 Burton to march Webb's regiment down to Charles 

 River, to cut off their retreat from the bridge. 

 Now, God be praised, I will die in peace," he mur- 

 mured ; and, turning on his side, he calmly breathed 

 his last.^ 



1 Knox, II. 78. Knox derived his information from the person who 

 supported Wolfe in his dying moments. 



