possession of the half-intoxicated, stupid
wretches; and falling in bloody and unresisting heaps all around, it
was rather a slaughter than a battle.  Opposition seemed everywhere
abandoned, excepting on the spot still maintained by the King of
England and his brave countrymen.  The faithless Scots who had followed
the Cummins to the field also stood there and fought with desperation.
Wallace opposed the  and valor of his adversaries with the
steadiness of his men; and Graham having seized some of the
war-engines, discharged a shower of blazing arrows upon the Southron
phalanx.

The camp was now on  in every direction; and putting all to the
hazard of one decisive blow, Edward ordered his men to make at once to
the point, where, by the light of the flaming tents, he could perceive
the waving plumes of Wallace.  With his ponderous mace held terribly in
the air, the king himself bore down to the ; and breaking through
the intervening combatants assaulted the chief.  The might of ten
thousand  was then in the arm of the Regent of Scotland.  The
puissant Edward wondered at himself as he shrunk from before his
strokes; as he shuddered at the heroic fierceness of a countenance
which seemed more than mortal.  Was it indeed the Scottish chieftain?
or some armed delegate from heaven, descended to flight the battles