In the Firing Line, Stories of the War by Land and Sea

Excerpt: "The Russians advanced down the hill at a slow canter, which they changed to a trot, and at last nearly halted. Their first line was at least double the length of ours - it was three times as deep. Behind them was a similar line, equally strong and compact. They evidently despised their insignificant looking enemy; but their time was come. The trumpets rang out again through the valley, and the Greys and Enniskilleners went right at the centre of the Russian cavalry."