Their fellows were wounded.

Amid a whirlwind of blows, screams, shouts, with a suddenness that appalled, disorder became general.

The Highlanders seemed to fight with a demoniac strength and ferocity and after methods of their own.

They used their claymores, their dirks, their scythes fastened upon poles, against the horses, then, springing up, put long arms about the horsemen and, regardless of sword or pistol, dragged them down.

They shouted their Gaelic slogans; their costume, themselves, seemed out of a fiercer, earlier world.