Now, directly we see the Uhlans or the Prussian Hussars we make for
them. We have galloped for a mile to get at them. Once they drew us
on to the fire of their infantry. We were only two hundred yards away
when they fired on us, but at the pace we were going very few were
hit. At one time we were in line, and then in _échelon_, and after a
short hand-to-hand fight many surrendered, whilst others made off, the
machine guns accounting for many. The German cavalry have excellent
mounts, and the horses appear to be well trained. Somehow the men
haven’t got the same grit as our chaps. When they hear our yells as we
get into the stride, and they see the glint of our swords, they turn
pale, and if it wasn’t for their officers they would bolt each time: _A
Cavalryman of General de Lisle’s Brigade_.