in gaudily trimmed uniforms, gold lace, and epaulettes, and completely routed them.  How can I forget that knot of youths who, fearing to see me wounded, surrounded me, pressing themselves closely together and sheltering me with their bodies?  If, while I write, I am deeply touched at the recollection, I have good reason.  Is it not my duty at least to remind Italy of those brave sons of hers who fell there?—­Montanari, Schiaffino, Sertorio, Nullo, Vigo, Tukery, Taddei, and many more whose names I grieve to say I cannot remember.

As I have already said, the southern slope of Monte Romano, which we had to ascend, was formed of those ledges or narrow terraces used by the cultivators of the soil in mountainous countries.  We made all possible haste to reach the bank of each terrace, driving the enemy before us, and then halting under cover of the bank to take breath and prepare for the attack.  Proceeding thus, we gained one ledge after another, till we reached the top, where the Bourbon troops made a last effort, defending their position with great intrepidity; many of their chasseurs, who had come to the end of their ammunition, even throwing down stones on us.  At last we gave the final charge.  The bravest of the Thousand, massed together under the last bank, after taking breath and measuring with their eye the space yet to be traversed before crossing swords with the enemy, rushed on like lions, confident of victory and trusting in their sacred cause.  The Bourbon force could not resist the terrible onset of men fighting for freedom; they fled, and never stopped till they reached the town of Calatafimi, several miles from the battlefield.  We ceased our pursuit a short distance from the entrance to the town, which is very strongly situated.  If one gives battle, one ought to be sure of victory; this axiom is very true under all circumstances, but especially at the beginning of a campaign.

The victory of Calatafimi, though of slight importance as regards acquisitions—­for we took only one cannon, a few rifles, and a few prisoners—­had an immeasurable moral result in encouraging the population and demoralizing the hostile army.  The handful of filibusters, without gold lace or epaulettes, who were spoken of with such solemn contempt, had routed several thousand of the Bourbon’s best troops, artillery and all, commanded by one of those generals who, like Lucullus, are ready to spend the revenue of a province on one night’s supper.  One corps of citizens—­not to say filibusters—­animated by love of their country, can therefore gain a victory unaided by all this needless splendor.

The first important result was the enemy’s retreat from Calatafimi, which town we occupied on the following morning, May 16, 1860.  The second result, and one abundantly noteworthy, was the attack made by the population of Partinicio, Borgetto, Montelepre, and other places, on the retreating army.  In every place volunteer companies were formed which speedily joined us, and the enthusiasm in the surrounding villages reached its height.  The disbanded troops of the enemy did not stop till they reached Palermo, where they brought terror to the Bourbon party and confidence to the patriots.  Our wounded, and those of the enemy, were brought in to Vita and Calatafimi.  Among ours were some men who could ill be spared.