ABSTRACT
In the rear of the regiments which were doggedly retiring from the fire of the French batteries, their quartermasters had been marking out a camp site on the old French position, and as the tired troops returned from their ordeal in the plain they took up a defensive line across the isthmus between the Roman Ruins on the coast and the Alexandria canal. They were set to work immediately, digging wells under palm trees behind the ridge and burying the dead. As the chilly evening gathered, the soldiers drew together round the smoky camp fires to swap stories of the fighting.
