There　was；　however；　a　brave　American　officer；　who　had　the　command　of　the　rifle…pit　men；　he　fought　like　a　tiger；　was　shot　in　his　thigh　at　the　very　onset；　and　yet；　though　hopping　all　the　while；　stuck　to　Captain　Ross　like　a　man。　　Should　this　notice　be　the　means　to　ascertain　his　name；　it　should　be　written　down　in　the　margin　at　once。
  The　dragoons　from　south；　the　troopers　from　north；　were　trotting　in　full　speed　towards　the　stockade。
  Peter　Lalor；　was　now　on　the　top　of　the　first　logged…up　hole　within　the　stockade；　and　by　his　decided　gestures　pointed　to　the　men　to　retire　among　the　holes。　　He　was　shot　down　in　his　left　shoulder　at　this　identical　moment：　　it　was　a　chance　shot；　I　recollect　it　well。
  A　full　discharge　of　musketry　from　the　military；　now　mowed　down　all　who　had　their　heads　above　the　barricades。　　Ross　was　shot　in　the　groin。　Another　shot　struck　Thonen　exactly　in　the　mouth；　and　felled　him　on　the　spot。
  Those　who　suffered　the　most　were　the　score　of　pikemen；　who　stood　their　ground　from　the　time　the　whole　division　had　been　posted　at　the　top；　facing　the　Melbourne　road　from　Ballaarat；　in　double　file　under　the　slabs；　to　stick　the　cavalry　with　their　pikes。
  The　old　command；　〃Charge！〃　was　distinctly　heard；　and　the　red…coats　rushed　with　fixed　bayonets　to　storm　the　stockade。　　A　few　cuts；　kicks　and　pulling　down；　and　the　job　was　done　too　quickly　for　their　wonted　ardour；　for　they　actually　thrust　their　bayonets　on　the　body　of　the　dead　and　wounded　strewed　about　on　the　ground。　　A　wild　〃hurrah！〃　burst　out　and　'the　Southern　Cross'　was　torn　down；　I　should　say；　among　their　laughter；　such　as　if　it　had　been　a　prize　from　a　May…pole。
  Of　the　armed　diggers；　some　made　off　the　best　way　they　could；　others　surrendered　themselves　prisoners；　and　were　collected　in　groups　and　marched　down　the　gully。　The　Indian　dragoons；　sword　in　hand；　rifle…pistols　cocked；　took　charge　of　them　all；　and　brought　them　in　chains　to　the　lock…up。
  Chapter　LVII。
  Dirigat　Dominus　Reginum　Nostram。
  The　red…coats　were　now　ordered　to　'fall　in；'　their　bloody　work　was　over；　and　were　marched　off；　dragging　with　them　the　'Southern　Cross。'
  Their　dead；　as　far　as　I　did　see；　were　four；　and　a　dozen　wounded；　including　Captain　Wise；　the　identical　one；　I　think　whom　I　speak　of　in　relating　the　events　of　Tuesday　evening；　November　28。
  Dead　and　wounded　had　been　fetched　up　in　carts；　waiting　on　the　road；　and　all　red…things　hastened　to　Ballaarat。　　The　following　is　for　the　edification　of　all　the　well…affected　and　well…disposed　of　the　present　and　future　generation：…
  V。　　R。　NOTICE。　Government　Camp；　Ballaarat；　Dec。　3rd；　1854。　Her　Majesty's　forces　were　this　morning　fired　upon　by　a　large　body　of　evil…disposed　persons　of　various　nations；　who　had　entrenched　themselves　in　a　stockade　on　the　Eureka；　and　some　officers　and　men　killed。
  Several　of　the　rioters　have　paid　the　penalty　of　their　crime；　and　a　large　number　are　in　custody。
  All　well…disposed　persons　are　earnestly　requested　to　return　to　their　ordinary　occupations；　and　to　abstain　from　assembling　in　large　groups；　and　every　protection　will　be　afforded　to　them　by　the　authorities。　ROBT。　REDE；　Resident　Commissioner。　God　save　the　Queen。
  Chapter　LVIII。
  Veritatem　Dico　Non　Menitor。
  Here　begins　a　foul　deed；　worthy　of　devils；　and　devils　they　were。　The　accursed　troopers　were　now　within　the　stockade。　　They　dismounted；　and　pounced　on　firebrands　from　the　large　fire　on　the　middle　of　the　stockade；　and　deliberately　set　in　a　blaze　all　the　tents　round　about。　　I　did　see　with　both　eyes　one　of　those　devils；　a　tall；　thick…shouldered；　long…legged；　fast　Vandemonian…looking　trooper；　purposely　striking　a　bundle　of　matches；　and　setting　fire　at　the　corner　end；　north　of　the　very　store　of　Diamond；　where　we　had　kept　the　council　for　the　defence。　　The　howling　and　yelling　was　horrible。　　The　wounded　are　now　burnt　to　death；　those　who　had　laid　down　their　arms；　and　taken　refuge　within　the　tents；　were　kicked　like　brutes；　and　made　prisoners。
  At　the　burning　of　the　Eureka　Hotel；　I　expressed　it　to　be　my　opinion　that　a　characteristic　of　the　British　race　is　to　delight　in　the　calamity　of　a　fire。
  The　troopers；　enjoying　the　fun　within　the　stockade；　now　spread　it　without。　The　tent　next　to　mine　（Quinn's）　was　soon　in　a　blaze。　　I　collected　in　haste　my　most　important　papers；　and　rushed　out　to　remonstrate　against　such　a　wanton　cruelty。　　Sub…inspector　Carter　pointing　with　his　pistol　ordered　me　to　fall　in　with　a　batch　of　prisoners。　　There　were　no　two　ways：　　I　obeyed。　In　the　middle　of　the　gully；　I　expostulated　with　Captain　Thomas；　he　asked　me　whether　I　had　been　made　a　prisoner　within　the　stockade。　〃No；　sir；〃　was　my　answer。　　He　noticed　my　frankness；　my　anxiety　and　grief。　After　a　few　words　more　in　explanation；　he；　giving　me　a　gentle　stroke　with　his　sword；　told　me　〃If　you　really　are　an　honest　digger；　I　do　not　want　you；　sir；　you　may　return　to　your　tent。〃
  Mr。　Gordonof　the　store　of　Gordon　and　M‘Callum；　on　the　left　of　the　gully；　near　the　stockadewho　had　been　made　prisoner；　and　was　liberated　in　the　same　way；　and　at　the　same　time　as　myself；　was　and　is　a　living　witness　to　the　above。
  On　crossing　the　gully　to　return　to　my　tent；　an　infernal　trooper　trotting　on　the　road　to　Ballaarat；　took　a　deliberate　aim　at　me；　and　fired　his　Minie　rifle　pistol　with　such　a　tolerable　precision；　that　the　shot　whizzed　and　actually　struck　the　brim　of　my　cabbage…tree　hat；　and　blew　it　off　my　head。　　Mrs。　Davis；　who　was　outside　her　tent　close　by；　is　a　living　witness　to　the　above。
  At　this　juncture　I　was　called　by　name　from　Doctor　Carr；　and　Father　Smyth；　directed　me　by　signs　to　come　and　help　the　wounded　within　the　stockade。
  Chapter　LIX。
  Quis　Dabit　Capiti　Meo；　Aquam　Et　Oculis　Meis　Fontem　Lacrymarum　Et　Plorabo　Die　Ac　Nocte！
  I　hastened；　and　what　a　horrible　sight！　　Old　acquaintances　crippled　with　shots；　the　gore　protruding　from　the　bayonet　wounds；　their　clothes　and　flesh　burning　all　the　while。　　Poor　Thonen　had　his　mouth　literally　choked　with　bullets；　my　neighbour　and　mate　Teddy　More；　stretched　on　the　ground；　both　his　thighs　shot；　asked　me　for　a　drop　of　water。　　Peter　Lalor；　who　had　been　concealed　under　a　heap　of　slabs；　was　in　the　agony　of　death；　a　stream　of　blood　from　under　the　slabs；　heavily　forcing　its　way　down　hill。
  The　tears　choke　my　eyes；　I　cannot　write　any　further。
  Americans！　your　Doctor　Kenworthy　was　not　there；　as　he　should　have　been；　according　to　Humffray's　letter。
  Catholics！　Father　Smyth　was　performing　his　sacred　duty　to　the　dying；　in　spite　of　the　troopers　who　threatened　his　life；　and　forced　him　at　last　to　desist。
  Protestants！　spare　us　in　future　with　your　sabbath　cant。　　Not　one　of　your　ministers　was　there；　helping　the　digger　in　the　hour　of　need。
  John　Bull！　you　wilfully　bend　your　neck　to　any　burden　for　palaver　and　war　to　protect　you　in　your　universal　shop…keeping；　and　maintain　your　sacred　rights　of　property；　but　human　life　is　to　you　as　it　was　to　Napoleon：　　for　him；　fodder　for　the　cannon；　for　you；　tools　to　make　money。　　A　dead　man　needs　no　further　care；　and　human　kind　breeds　fast　enough　everywhere　after　all；　'Cetera　quando　rursum　scribam'。
  On　my　reaching　the　stockade　with　a　pannikin　of　water　for　Teddy；　I　was　amazed　at　the　apathy　showed　by　the　diggers；　who　now　crowded　from　all　directions　round　the　dead　and　wounded。　　None　would　stir　a　finger。
  All　on　a　sudden　a　fresh　swarm　of　troopers　cleared　the　stockade　of　all　moving　things　with　the　mere　threat　of　their　pistols。
  All　the　diggers　scampered　away　and　entered　all　available　tents；　crouching　within　the　chimneys　or　under　stretchers。　　The　valorous；　who　had　given　such　a　proof　of　their　ardour　in　smothering　with　stones；　bats；　and　broken　bottles；　the　12th　Regiment　on　their　orderly　way　from　Melbourne　on　Tuesday；　November　28；　at　the　same　identical　spot　on　the　Eureka；　now　allowed　themselves　to　be　chained　by　dozens；　by　a　handful　of　hated　traps；　who；　a　few　days　before；　had　been　kept　at　bay　on　the　whole　of　the　diggings；　by　the　mere　shouting　of　'Joe！'　　A　sad　reflection；　indeed；　a　very　sad　reflection。
  Myself　and　a　few　neighbours　now　procured　some　stretchers；　and　at　the　direction　of　Doctor　Carr；　converted　the　London　Hotel　into　an　hospital；　and　took　there　the　wounded。
  Said　Doctor　Carr　despatched　me　to　fetch　his　box　of　surgical　instruments　from　Dr。　Glendinning's　hospital　on　Pennyweight…hill；　a　distance　of　a　full　mile。
  I　hastened　to　return；　with　Dr。　Glendinning　himself；　and　I　did　my　best　to　assist　the　helpless；　and　dress　their　wounds。
  IMPORTANTI　must　call　the　attention　of　my　reader　to　the　following　fact：　When　I　entered　the　stockade　with　Dr。　Carr's　surgical　box；　Mr。　Binney；　an　old　acquaintance　since　the　times　of　Canadian　Gully；　took　me　warmly　by　the　hand；　and　said；　〃Old　fellow；　I　am　glad　to　see　you　alive！　everybody　thinks　（pointing　to　a　dead　digger　among　the　heap）　that's　poor　Great　Works！〃
  The　state　of　mind　in　which　I　was；　gave　me　no　time　to　take　much　notice　of　the　circumstances；　and　must　have　answered；　〃Thank　God；　I　am　alive；〃　and　proceeded　to　my　duty。
  The　identical　Mr。　Binney；　of　the　firm　of　Binney　and　Gillot；　now　storekeepers　on　the　Ballaarat　township；　is　a　living　witness　to　the　above　statement。
  Solicitor　Lynn　told　me；　'in　propria　persona'　in　the　Ballaarat　prison；　that　he　would　take　care　to　bring　forward