GALLANT DEEDS BY CYCLISTS.
Noon came and went. The fighting grew fiercer around Manchester, and the
excitement more intense within the barricaded, starving city. Through
the wildly agitated crowds of women of all classes, from manufacturers'
wives to factory girls, who moved up and down Deansgate, Market Street,
and many other principal thoroughfares, feverishly anxious for the
safety of their husbands and brothers manning the improvised defences,
rumours of terrible disaster spread like wildfire, and caused loud
wailing and lamentation.
Now rumour told of huge British successes away beyond the Mersey, a
report which elated the pale-faced hungry ones, but this being followed
quickly by a further report that a force of the defenders had been cut
up and utterly annihilated outside Eccles, the cheering died away, and
give place to deep, long-drawn sighs and murmurings of despair.
Upon the dusty, perspiring throngs the hot noonday sun beat down
mercilessly, the low rumbling of artillery sounded gradually closer and
more distinct, and the smoke of burning buildings in Sale and Altrincham
slowly ascending hung in the clear sky a black ominous cloud.
By about two o'clock the line of defence south of the Mersey had been
nearly all withdrawn, leaving, however, the defending line running
south-east of Stockport to Buxton and the Peak. Although Cheadle had
fallen into the enemy's hands, an English battery, established near
the railway at Bamford, commanded the road from Cheadle to Stockport,
and British infantry, supported by artillery, were strongly entrenched
from Bramhall Moor through Norbury, Poynton, Wardsend, Booth Green, and
Bollington, then turning east through Macclesfield Forest to Buxton.
This line was being hourly strengthened, and although not strong enough
to take the offensive, it was too strong for the Russians to attack.
[Illustration: GALLANT STAND BY CYCLISTS IN PARR WOOD.]
All the bridges over the Mersey, from Glazebrook to Stockport, had been
prepared for demolition, but it was not intended to carry this out
except as a last resource. Cavalry and cyclist scouts who were left on
the south of the Mersey had withdrawn across the bridges, after
exchanging shots with the skirmishers of the advance guards of the enemy
who quickly lined the banks. The bridges north of Cheadle were then
blown up, and the defenders were well posted in Parr Wood, near where it
was believed the enemy would attempt to ford the river. The Russians
contented themselves with exchanging a few shots with the defenders
until half an hour later, when some of their batteries had been
established, and then the passage of the Mersey at Northenden was
commenced, under cover of the guns of the Russians near the Convalescent
Hospital, north of Cheadle.
As soon as the Russian scouts approached the river three British
outposts could be seen in the wood. They were, however, driven in by
some Cossacks, who forded the river and attempted to enter the wood, but
were all immediately killed by hidden skirmishers. The Russian engineers
were meanwhile busy building a pontoon bridge, which they soon
completed, and they then crossed after a short opposition, rapidly
deploying to right and left in order to surround Didsbury.
This, the first force to cross the Mersey, consisted of two battalions
of the Kazan Regiment and two battalions of the Vladimir, with two
9-pounder and one 6-pounder field batteries and 100 cavalry. Didsbury
had been put in a state of hasty defence, and was held by two battalions
of the defenders, who also established a Volunteer battery at Bank
Hall, and lined the railway embankment in force as far as
Chorlton-with-Hardy.
The enemy's battery at the Convalescent Home had rendered the wood
almost untenable, but it was soon silenced by the well-directed fire of
the British Volunteer battery, and the wood was then re-entered by the
defenders. By this time, however, a large number of the enemy had taken
up positions in it, and the British were once more gradually driven
back.
One section, consisting of six cyclists, with a light machine gun
mounted on a double cycle, was told off under Sergeant Irons of the
Royal Lancaster, to defend a junction of two paths about half-way
through the dense wood, and as the latter was still occupied by the
defenders, the enemy could only make slow progress, and the cavalry
could only move by the paths.
Irons, taking advantage of a bend in the path, dismounted his men, who,
having drawn up their cycles under cover, were formed up each side of
the road to support the gun. About thirty Russian dragoons, with their
infantry, who were working through the wood, were soon upon them, and,
seeing such a small force barring the way, the cavalry charged.
They, however, met with such a terribly hot reception that only two
reached the guns, and these were immediately shot. The stand made by
these seven men was a most noteworthy instance of the indomitable
courage of the defenders. In those critical moments they remained calm
and collected, obeying the orders of their sergeant as coolly as if they
had been drilling in the barrack square. But their position was one of
momentarily increasing peril, for bullets whistled about them, and the
force against them was an overwhelming one. The Russian horses and men
who had fallen blocked the road, and Irons therefore gave the order to
fall in, as the sound of firing had now drawn many of the enemy's
skirmishers towards the spot.
Irons then re-formed his squad, one of whom had been shot and another
wounded, and, taking the wounded man with them, retired. Just as they
were moving off the corporal was wounded in the shoulder, and Irons
himself received a bullet in the left arm. About two hundred yards
nearer Didsbury there was a clearing, with farm buildings on both sides
of the road, and these had been loopholed and occupied by a small force
of Volunteers. Irons, sending the wounded man on to Didsbury, remained
here with his gun, and a few minutes later the position was vigorously
attacked.
The conflict which ensued was of the fiercest description. The mere
handful of defenders fought with such desperate courage that the great
body of Russians which surrounded them were from the first moment
gradually swept away by the steady and precise fire from the farm.
Around the buildings the enemy swarmed in overwhelming numbers, but
every man who showed himself was promptly picked off by Britons shooting
almost as coolly as if they were competing for prizes at Bisley.
Sergeant Irons' small machine gun, with its single barrel, rattled out
continuously, shedding its rain of lead in all directions, while from
muzzles of Martini rifles peeping over walls and from windows there came
a continuous stream of bullets, which played frightful havoc with the
foe. Within the first ten minutes two men of the defending force had
been shot dead and one wounded; still, their comrades never lost heart,
for they were determined that their position should never fall into the
enemy's hands. The Russian officer who was directing the operations of
the attacking party rose and shouted in Russian to encourage his men,
but in a moment an English bullet struck him, and, with a loud cry, he
fell forward over the body of a dragoon, shot through the heart.
The stand the cyclists and their companions made was unparalleled. They
fought on heroically, knowing the importance of the position they held,
and how, if it were taken, other and more serious British casualties
must follow. Firing steadily and with caution, they displayed such
bravery that even the Russians themselves were compelled to secretly
admire them; and at last, after nearly half an hour's desperate
fighting, the Tsar's soldiers found themselves so terribly cut up that
they were forced to retire, leaving more than half their number dead
and many wounded.
While this had been in progress, the British battery had totally
destroyed the Russian pontoon, and thus all means of retreat for this
portion of the invading force were cut off. About ten thousand men had
crossed the river at this point, and although they had deployed at
first, they had all been gradually driven into the wood by the fire from
the railway embankment.
As soon as the pontoon was destroyed, the British commenced to advance
through the wood, slowly driving back the Russians, who then endeavoured
to make for Stretford along the north bank of the river; but on seeing
their intention a brigade of defenders was immediately pushed along the
railway, and two regiments of cavalry were hurried down the road to
Chorlton.
These succeeded in heading the enemy, and, suddenly swooping down, they
destroyed the rest of the Cossacks who had escaped from the wood, as
well as the remainder of the force who had attacked the farm.
Another British battery was then hurried forward, and after a stubborn
fight the remainder of the invaders who had crossed surrendered.
In this attack alone the Russians lost in killed and wounded 200 cavalry
and nearly 2000 infantry and artillery, while Stretford and Stockport
still remained safe. But along the long line east and west the battle
raged with increasing fierceness. The conflict was a terrible one on
every hand.
The town of Lymm had been sacked, and was now burning, while hundreds of
unoffending men, women, and children living in the quiet Cheshire
villages had been wantonly massacred by the Muscovites. The latter were,
however, now suffering well-merited punishment, for in this bloody
battle they were falling dead in hundreds.
The Russian Eagle was at last being forced to bite the dust!