o'clock, the leading boat grounded in the Anse au Foulon
and Wolfe jumped ashore.

He at once took the 'Forlorn Hope' and 200 light infantry
to the side of the Cove towards Quebec, saying as he
went, 'I don't know if we shall all get up, but we must
make the attempt.' Then, while these men were scrambling
up, he went back to the middle of the Cove, where Howe
had already formed the remaining 500 light infantry.
Captain Macdonald, a very active climber, passed the
'Forlorn Hope' and was the first man to reach the top
and feel his way through the trees to the left, towards
Vergor's tents. Presently he almost ran into the sleepy
French-Canadian sentry, who heard only a voice speaking
perfect French and telling him it was all right--nothing
but the reinforcements from the Beauport camp; for Wolfe
knew that Montcalm had been trying to get a French regular
officer to replace Vergor, who was as good a thief as
Bigot and as bad a soldier as Vaudreuil. While this little
parley was going on the 'Forlorn Hope' came up; when
Macdonald promptly hit the sentry between the eyes with
the hilt of his claymore and knocked him flat. The light
infantry pressed on close behind. The dumbfounded French
colonial troops coming out of their tents found themselves
face to face with a whole woodful of fixed bayonets. They
fired a few shots. The British charged with a loud cheer.
The Canadians scurried away through the trees. And Vergor
ran for dear life in his nightshirt.

The ringing cheer with which Delaune charged home told