So regularly was the volley given, that the French officers afterwards said that it sounded like a single cannon shot.

Another volley followed, and then the continuous roar of independent firing.
When the smoke cleared off a little, its effects could be seen.

The French had halted where they stood, and, among them, the dead and wounded were thickly strewn.

All order and regularity had been lost under that terrible fire, and, in three minutes, the line of advancing soldiers was broken up into a disorderly shouting mob.

Then Wolfe gave the order to charge, and the British cheer, mingled with the wild yell of the Highlanders, rose loud and fierce.