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a gallop and halting when within 80 or a 100 yards. Then commenced more shouting each side abusing the other and crying to them to come on. Individuals would ride from the ranks, fire their carbines, or engage singly with their lances. At last the Commandante of the Royal Lancers, a really gallant fellow, in attempting to make his men charge, whilst riding within 20 yards of the enemy and waving his sword to his men was shot dead, the charge of a trabuco or blunderbus (with which several of the Carlist Squadrons were armed), carrying away his right breast and shoulder -- his Squadron at length charged and in a few minutes were seen galloping out of the melée having got more than they bargained for. The remaining Squadrons then charged and a beautiful sight presented itself -- from the force of the last charge the Factions were in a measure scattered, and the combat became more animated from its being carried on in detached fights -- here might be seen a Giant Grenadier defending himself from 2 or 3 Carlists wheeling round him on their active little horses, prodding with their lances, shouting "Muerte a la Reyna", Viva Carlos Quinto -- here among the trees a Factions skirmisher cooly pinking off with his carbine any unlucky Cristino who came within range.