“We’re coming, sir,” Cumming said. “We won’t let you down!”
MacKim did not see Howe overtake him, but the colonel and Captain Cameron were racing to the head of the path. “I told you Howe was a good man.” Chisholm’s face twisted into a hideous grin. “Come on, Hugh!”
When they reached the summit of the cliff, the 78th cheered, some shouting Gaelic slogans, others merely repeating “78th! 78th!”
“That’s the first British cheer that Quebec has ever heard,” Chisholm said. “It won’t be the last. Now that we’re here, the French will have the devil of a job to shift us.”
MacKim scanned his immediate surroundings. He had imagined the Plains of Abraham to be level and smooth, while instead, it was undulating, with isolated trees, copses, stretches of dense forest, and even a few farmhouses huddl
