Breastwork, redoubt, and abatís to spoil.
With men and fire the slopes are covered o’er,
And curls white smoke above the forest-battle’s roar.
XXII.
Through each intrenchment in the greater pass
Soon Kempt’s brigade doth force resistless sway,
His skirmishers wide scattered o’er the grass
To small detachments broke, as melt away
The lessening slopes into the ridges gray.
The platform’s won, and Colborne’s bold brigade