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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

les miserable by Victor Hugo

00 in the

afternoon towards

00 the condition of the english army was

serious. The Prince of Orange was

in command of the center hill of the right

wing, Picton of the left wing.

The Prince of Orange, desperate and

intrepid, shouted to the Hollando, Belgians,

Nassau, Brunswick, never retreat.

Hill, having been weakened, had come up to the

support of Wellington. Picton was

dead at the very moment when the English had

captured from the French the flag of the 105th of the line.

The French had killed the english general Picton with a bullet

through the head. The battle had for

Wellington two bases of

Hougoumont and La Haye. Sainte

Hougoumont still held out, but was on

fire. La Haye Saint was taken.

Of the german battalion which defended it, only

42 men survived. All the officers

except five were either dead or captured.

3000 combatants had been massacred in that

barn. A sergeant of the english guards,

the foremost boxer in England, reputed and vulnerable

by his companions, had been killed there by a little

french drummer boy. Baring had been

dislodged. Alten put to the sword.

Many flags had been lost, one from

Altens division and one from the battalion of

Lunenburg, carried by a prince of the House of

Duponts. The scotch greys no longer

existed. Ponsonbys great

dragoons had been hacked to pieces.

That valiant cavalry had bent beneath the

lancers of Bro and beneath the cuirassiers of

travers. Out of 1200 horses,

600 remained. Out of three lieutenant

colonels, two lay on the earth. Hamilton

wounded, Mater slain.

Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by seven

lance thrusts. Gordon was

dead. Marsh was dead. Two

divisions, the fifth and the 6th, had been

annihilated. Hougoumont injured.

La Haye's saint taken. There now existed

but one rallying point, the

center. That point still held

firm. Wellington reinforced it.

He summoned thither hill, who was at Merle Brain.

He summoned Chazzet, who was at brain

Liude. The center of the english

army, rather concave, very dense

and very compact, was strongly posted.

It occupied the plateau of Mont Saint Jean,

having behind it the village and in front of it the

slope, which was tolerably steep.

Then it rested on that stout stone dwelling

which at that time belonged to the domain of

Nivelle and which marks the intersection of the

roads. A pile of the 16th century,

and so robust that the cannonballs were bounded from it

without injuring it. All about the plateau,

the English had cut the hedges here and there, made

embrasures in the hawthorn trees, thrust the throat of

a cannon between two branches and battled the

shrubs there. Artillery was ambushed

in the brushwood. This punic labor,

incontestably authorized by war, which permits

traps, was so well done that

Hakeso, who had been dispatched by the emperor at

00 in the morning to reconnoitre the enemys

batteries, had discovered nothing of it,

had returned and reported to Napoleon that there were

no obstacles except the two barricades

which barred the road to nival and to

Genappe. It was at the season when

the grain is tall. On the edge of the plateau, a

battalion of Kemp's brigade, the 95th,

armed with carabines, was concealed in the tall

wheat. Thus assured and

buttressed, the center of the anglo dutch army was well

posted. The peril of this position lay in

the forest of soins, then joining the

field of battle and intersected by the ponds

of Grenadill and Beutsfort. An army

could not retreat thither without dissolving, the

regiments would have broken up immediately. There the

artillery would have been lost among the morasses. The

retreat, according to many a man versed in the

art, though it is disputed by others, would have

been a disorganized flight. To this

center, Wellington added one of Chazze's

brigades taken from the right wing, and one of

winks brigades taken from the left wing, plus

Clintons division, to his

English, to the regiments of Helcutt, to the

brigades of Mitchell, to the guards of Maitland.

He gave his reinforcements and aids the infantry of

Brunswick, Nassaus contingent,

Kilmenzigs, Hanoverians and Omptedas,

Germans. This placed 26

battalions under his hand, and the right

wing, as Charis says, was thrown back on the

center. An enormous battery was masked by

sacks of earth at the spot where they now stand what is

called the museum at Waterloo.

Besides this, Wellington had

behind a rise in the ground Somerset's dragoon

guards, 1400 horse strong.

It was the remaining half of the justly celebrated english

cavalry, Ponsonby. Destroyed.

Somerset remained.

>> Brie Carlisle: The battery, which, if completed, would have.

>> Brie Carlisle: Been almost a readout, was ranged behind a very low

garden wall, backed up with a coating of bags of

sand and a large slope of earth.

This work was not finished. There had been

no time to make a palisade for it.

Wellington, uneasy but impassive, was on

horseback. And there remained the whole day in the same

attitude, a little in advance of the old mill of Mont Saint

Jean, which is still in existence beneath an

elm, which an Englishman, an

enthusiastic vandal, purchased later on for 200

francs, cut down and carried

off, Wellington was coldly

heroic. The bullets rained about him.

His aide de camp Gordon fell at his side.

Lord Hill, pointing to a shell which had burst, said

to him, my lord, what are your orders in case you

are killed? To do like me? replied

Wellington. To Clinton, he said

laconically to hold this spot. To the last

man, the day was

evidently turning out ill. Wellington

shouted to his old companions of Talavera, of Vittoria,

of Salamanca, boys, can retreat, be

thought of. Think of old England.

00 the english line drew back.

>> Brie Carlisle: Suddenly nothing was visible on the crest.

>> Brie Carlisle: Of the plateau except the artillery and the

sharpshooters. The rest had disappeared.

The regiments, dislodged by the shells and the french

bullets retreated into the bottom, now

intersected by the backroad of the farm of Mont Saint Jean.

A retrograde movement took place. The

english front hid itself.

>> Brie Carlisle: Wellington drew back. The beginning of

retreat, cried Napoleon,

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>> Brie Carlisle: Again, my name is Brie Carlisle, and I

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>> Speaker A: Take it chapter by chapter one.

>> Speaker D: Night at a time

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>> Speaker A: Take your.

>> Speaker D: Word go word, line by line

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