Even now it makes the heart beat quicker to think of him amid the smoke and slaughter as he dashed hither and thither, his face glowing and his eyes shining with the fierce light of battle, leading on his own Virginians, and trying to stay the tide of disaster.

He had two horses shot under him and four bullets through his coat.

The Indians thought he bore a charmed life, while his death was reported in the colonies, together with his dying speech, which, he dryly wrote to his brother, he had not yet composed.
When the troops broke it was Washington who gathered the fugitives and brought off the dying general.

It was he who rode on to meet Dunbar, and rallying the fugitives enabled the wretched remnants to take up their march for the settlements.

He it was who laid Braddock in the grave four days after the defeat, and read over the dead the solemn words of the English service.