Here the men got up and moved off in search of cider, which was being served out by the Governor’s orders at a neigbouring farm-house.  But their conversation mingled with the young Captain’s thoughts as, wearied with the marchings and countermarchings of the day, he dozed in the still night air, lulled by the fire at his feet.  Deep slumber must have followed, for he started from dreams of tumult to feel the vibration of air caused by a round-shot passing over his head.  The wind had fallen to an almost complete calm:  a light breeze of autumn morning breathed keen over the barren moor; bugles were sounding, drums rattling, men shouting as they collected their accoutrements and fell in under arms.

Four-and-twenty guns from the nearest ships were playing upon them, answered briskly by the little militia batteries that lined the bay.  Gunboats began to stand in, laden with red-coated marksmen discharging their new pattern fire-locks.  The militiamen on their part waded into the sea and gave such answer as they could from their clumsy old matchlocks:  making good the deficiency—­so far as noise was concerned—­by shouts of vituperation; and calling on their assailants as “Rebels,” “Traitors,” and “Murderers of their King.”  The landing was frustrated for the time.

The next day was occupied in rapid movements from one part of the island to another, in order to meet feigned attacks by the enemy who were ready to turn any of those diversions into a real assault, on finding the Jersey people unprepared.  The Lieutenant-Governor had no choice but to distract and weary his men, marching them backwards and forwards to S. Aubin, S. Clement, and Gorey, according as the invaders appeared at one or other of those landing-places.  The militiamen were worn out by these tactics, and were moreover of the class on whom Carteret’s oppressive taxations had long pressed with an almost intolerable weight.  On the third day their strength was reduced both by fatigue and desertion; and in the afternoon, after more demonstrations a real landing took place in S. Owen’s Bay, the original point of attack.  Carteret, as soon as he perceived what was intended, galloped up his cavalry, ordering up a battalion of militia in support, under his cousin, the Seigneur of S. Owen.  The English infantry formed upon the beach, and advanced to the attack with terrible shouts and cheers.  The first troop of Carteret’s horse met them boldly, and delivered a headlong charge; but the men who had fought Rupert and Goring were not to be intimidated by a handful of untrained cavaliers.  The troopers were received with a volley that emptied several saddles; and retired, leaving several of their number dead and carrying off Colonel Bovil, a gallant English officer by whom they had been led, and who soon after died of his wounds.  The second troop failed to support them, but guarded the retreat as the troopers drew off without renewing their charge.  Meanwhile, the militia who should have been the third line dispersed and gained their homes.  The red ’coats meeting no further opposition marched cautiously across the island, and encamped for the night on Gorey Common.  Carteret, with such men—­mostly Cornishmen and Irish—­as remained with him, threw himself into Elizabeth Castle; the other forts, S. Aubin and Mont Orgueil, yielded, almost without show of resistance, in a few days.