Then he ordered us to march round the ditch and attack the enemy on the flank.

But scarcely had we begun to move, when the expected troops from Leyderdorp pressed forward, their loud San Jago resounding far and wide, while at the same time the old enemy rose from the ditch and attacked us.

Allertssohn rushed forward, but did not reach them--oh, gentlemen! I shall never forget it, a bullet struck him down at my side.

It probably pierced his heart, for he said: nothing but: 'Remember the boy!' stretched out his powerful frame and died.

We wanted to bear his body away with us, but were pressed by superior numbers, and it was hard enough to come within range of Junker von Warmond's volunteers.