After the battle the men rested in a deserted village where the one or
two inhabitants who remained boiled some eggs for them and provided
them with some refreshments. In the deserted shops enough tobacco was
secured to make a cigarette each for most of the Cheshires, but they
had only one box of matches between the whole battalion. A number of
the Cheshires were sitting in a cottage having some tea. The door was
open, and a drummer-boy was sitting near. Suddenly a bullet whizzed
just past his face and struck a corporal, who was at that moment
drinking tea from a cup, killing him instantly! _Private Whitlow_.