to the enemy.  As the Russians advanced, the Turks in the second redoubt fled towards the third, but the Russian cavalry were too quick for them, and but few escaped.  The guns were turned by the Russians upon the third redoubt, and, untaught by the fate of their comrades that it was safer to stand than to run, the Turks here also bolted, and ran for the town.  Again did the Russian cavalry sweep down.  The naval guns from the Marine Heights, the French and Turkish batteries on the road up to the camp in vain spoke out, and sent their shot and shell far out on the plain.  The distance was too great, and many of the Turks were cut down, the rest reaching our lines where they formed up behind the 93d.

By this time the whole sweep from the Sebastopol plateau to Balaklava was alive with spectators.  The British infantry were drawn up ready to defend their position or to march down and take part in a general battle.  Heavy columns of the French were marching from their distant camps, while groups of generals and mounted officers watched the progress of the fight.  Lord Raglan and General Canrobert, who now commanded the French (Marshal St. Arnaud having gone on board ship a day or two after the battle of the Alma, where he died two days later), had taken up their position on some rising ground above Kadikoi, a village which lay near the mouth of the Balaklava valley.

As the Russian cavalry on the left of their advance crowned the slope they saw the Highlanders drawn up in line across the plain.  They halted till joined by numbers of other squadrons.  Then they dashed at the Highlanders.  As they came sweeping in magnificent array the Turks fired a volley and bolted.  The Highlanders stood firm and immovable.  When the Russians came within 600 yards, a long flash of fire ran along the British front.  The distance, however, was too great, and the Russians came steadily on, although the shot from the British batteries were plunging thick among them.

When within 250 yards of the Highlanders another flash of fire swept out along the line, and this time so great was the effect that the Russian squadrons recoiled, and in another minute were galloping back towards their main body, while a cheer ran along the heights from the marine battery to Sebastopol.

Lord Raglan now sent orders to Lord Lucan to advance, and the Heavy Brigade moved forward just as a large body of Russian cavalry came over the brow in front of them.  The British trumpets rang out the charge, and the Scots Greys and Inniskillings, who formed the first line of the Heavy Brigade, dashed at the enemy.  Gathering speed as they went, these two splendid regiments rode at the heavy masses of Russian cavalry.  Faster and faster grew their speed till, with a mighty shout, they flung themselves upon the foe.  For a moment all seemed wild confusion to the spectators.  Redcoats and black were inextricably mixed together, and over them like a play of rapid lightning was the