A boy in the Peninsular War : $b the services, adventures and experiences of Robert Blakeney — John Shaqi
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A boy in the Peninsular War : $b the services, adventures and experiences of Robert Blakeney
Blakeney, Robert
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
CHAPTER XXIII.
I GET MY COMPANY AND PROCEED TO BADAJOZ 255
CHAPTER XXIV.
AT BADAJOZ 266
CHAPTER XXV.
AFTER SOME ADVENTURES BY SEA AND LAND I JOIN MY NEW REGIMENT IN
THE PYRENEES 281
CHAPTER XXVI.
FIGHTING IN THE PYRENEES 296
CHAPTER XXVII.
IN THE BATTLE OF NIVELLE 308
CHAPTER XXVIII.
I RETURN WOUNDED TO IRELAND, AND TRAVEL IN A COACH OF THAT
COUNTRY 322
CHAPTER XXIX.
AT THE GRAND REVIEW IN PARIS 333
CHAPTER XXX.
AT BRUSSELS WITH DUKE D’ARENBERG 345
CHAPTER XXXI.
I MAKE MY BOW 359
INDEX 371
ROBERT BLAKENEY.
CHAPTER I.
I JOIN THE ARMY AND MAKE ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE PERILS OF THE SEA.
In the _Gazette_ of July 1804 it appeared that Robert Blakeney,
gentleman, was appointed to an ensigncy in the 28th Regiment of
infantry. Relying on the delusive promise that zeal would meet certain
reward, I immediately joined my regiment near Cork, where they lay
encamped, forming part of a corps under command of Sir Eyre Coote. On
the second day after my joining, the whole of the troops marched to
Kinsale, and having taken up a position on some high ground looking
down on the bay, the men commenced firing ball with as much anxiety as
if the whole French flotilla, filled with ruthless invaders and headed
by Napoleon in person, were attempting a landing underneath. Some
seagulls were seen to fall, and it was confidently reported that many
others were wounded. As soon as the fight was over, the men sat down to
dine with all those proud feelings which soldiers are wont to entertain
after a victory. Never shall I forget the thrilling emotion which
agitated my whole frame at seeing the blood fall from the hand of one
of the soldiers, wounded through the clumsy manner in which he fixed
his flint. I eyed each precious drop that fell with glowing sensations
such as would blaze in the breast of a Napoleon on beholding an old
dynasty diadem, or inflame the heart of a Scot in contemplating a new
place in the Treasury.
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