A magnificent frigate, carrying thirty-six pounders, a cutter, and a brig, detached themselves from the English fleet, in order to intercept the route of the Dutch flotilla; but they were received in a manner which took away all desire to return.

The port of Boulogne was defended by five forts; the Fort de la Creche, the Fort en Bois, Fort Musoir, Castle Croi, and the Castle d’Ordre, all fortified with large numbers of cannon and howitzers.  The line of vessels which barred the entrance was composed of two hundred and fifty gunboats and other vessels; the division of imperial gunboats formed a part of this.

Each sloop bore three pieces of cannon, twenty-four pounders,—­two pieces for pursuit, and one for retreat; and five hundred mouths of fire were thus opened on the enemy, independently of all the batteries of the forts, every cannon being fired more than three times a minute.

The combat began at one o’clock in the afternoon.  The weather was beautiful.  At the first report of the cannon the First Consul left the headquarters at the Pont de Brique, and came at a gallop, followed by his staff, to give orders to Admiral Bruix; but soon wishing to examine for himself the operations of the defense, and to share in directing them, he threw himself, followed by the admiral and a few officers, into a launch which was rowed by sailors of the Guard.  Thus the First Consul was borne into the midst of the vessels which formed the line of defense, through a thousand dangers, amid a tempest of shells, bombs, and cannon-balls.  With the intention of landing at Wimereux, after having passed along the line, he ordered them to steer for the castle of Croi, saying that he must double it.  Admiral Bruix, alarmed at the danger he was about to incur, in vain represented to the First Consul the imprudence of doing this.  “What shall we gain,” said he, “by doubling this fort?  Nothing, except to expose ourselves to the cannon-balls.  General, by flanking it we will arrive as soon.”  The First Consul was not of the admiral’s opinion, and insisted on doubling the fort.  The admiral, at the risk of being reprimanded, gave contrary orders to the sailors; and the First Consul saw himself obliged to pass behind the fort, though much irritated and reproaching the admiral.

This soon ceased, however; for, hardly had the launch passed, when a transport, which had doubled the castle of Croi, was crashed into and sunk by three or four shells.

The First Consul became silent, on seeing how correct the admiral’s judgment had been; and the rest of the journey, as far as the little port of Wimereux, was made without hindrance from him.  Arriving there, he climbed upon the cliff to encourage the cannoneers, spoke to all of them, patted them on the shoulder, and urged them to aim well.  “Courage, my friends,” said he, “remember you are not fighting fellows who will hold out a long time.  Drive them back with the honors of war.”  And noticing the fine resistance and majestic maneuvers of a frigate, he asked, “Can you believe, my children, that captain is English?  I do not think so.”