nd the Hon. Company's troops, every gun the enemy had
fell into our hands, as I infer from his never opening one upon us
from the opposite bank of the river, which is high and favourable
for the purpose; 52 guns are now in the ordnance park, two sank in
the bed of the Sutlej, and two were spiked on the opposite
bank--making a total of 56 pieces of cannon captured or
destroyed.[19] Many jingalls, which were attached to Avitabile's
corps, and which aided in the defence of the village of Bhoondee,
have also been taken. The whole army of the enemy has been driven
headlong over the difficult ford of a broad river; his camp,
baggage, stores of ammunition, and of grain--his all, in
fact--wrested from him by the repeated charges of cavalry and
infantry, aided by the guns of Alexander, Turton, Lane, Mill,
Boileau, and of the Shekawattee brigade, and by the eight-inch
howitzers--our guns literally being constantly ahead of every
thing. The determined bravery of all was as conspicuous as noble. I
am unwont to praise when praise is not merited, and I here most
avowedly express my firm opinion and conviction, that no troops in
any battle on record ever behaved more nobly. British and native
(no distinction) cavalry all vying with her Majesty's 16th lancers,
and striving to head in the repeated charges. Our guns and gunners,
officers and men, may be equalled, but cannot be excelled, by any
artillery in the world. Throughout the day no hesitation--a bold
and intrepid advance; and thus it is that our loss is comparatively
small, though I deeply regret to say severe. The enemy fought with
much resolution; they maintained frequent rencounters with our
cavalry hand to hand. In one charge of infantry upon her Majesty's
16th lancers, they threw away their muskets, and came on with their
swords and targets against the lance."[20]

"There was no dust, the sun shone brightly." Unquestionably, not a
particle of dust, and all bright sunshine, from the first paragraph to
the last of this unrivalled production. It is a diorama and a panorama
of the battle. Truly, oh reader!

"Duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,--
Would'st thou not stir in this!"

In the luminous rays of such a description, we are made eye-witnesses of
the stirring dashing scene in all its