and the latter received the cavalry with such terrible volleys of
musketry that they each time broke and fled.

Turenne, after seeing the Poitou regiment take up its post,
occupied himself in reforming the remains of the other regiments,
and raising their spirits by warm words of commendation at the
manner in which they had fought, until assured that they in turn
could, if necessary, join the first line if it were forced to give
way. When he had done this he rejoined Hector, who had dismounted
and moved backwards and forwards among the men, seeing that the
gaps caused by the enemy's fire were constantly filled up, and
encouraging the soldiers with praise and exhortations. Turenne
sat upon his horse some paces behind the rear line. When he saw
the Bavarian infantry draw aside, and heard the roar of the cavalry
charge, his lips tightened, and he half turned his horse as if to
call up the regiments behind. When, however, he saw the lines that
had hitherto been in rear take up their place in front and stand
there quiet and immovable, the look of irresolution passed from
his face, and, after the Bavarian horse had fallen back, shattered
by their volleys, he pressed a pace or two forward and shouted,
"Regiment of Poitou, I thank you in the name of France; never saw
I a regiment fight more bravely or steadily!"

The men responded with a loud cheer to this praise from one whom
all respected and loved. Turenne then rode up to Hector.

"Splendidly done, Colonel Campbell! I had rather wondered why you
kept half your men idle in such a fight; I now understand why you
did so. Had all been firing, three-quarters of their muskets would
have been empty, and you would possibly have been overthrown. It