Prince Bagration, having reached the highest point of our right flank, began riding downhill to where the roll of musketry was heard but where on account of the smoke nothing could be seen.

The nearer they got to the hollow the less they could see but the more they felt the nearness of the actual battlefield.

They began to meet wounded men.

One with a bleeding head and no cap was being dragged along by two soldiers who supported him under the arms.