A British Rifle Man: The Journals and Correspondence of Major George Simmons, Rifle Brigade, During the Peninsular War and the Campaign of WaterlooSimmons, George
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A British Rifle Man: The Journals and Correspondence of Major George Simmons, Rifle Brigade, During the Peninsular War and the Campaign of Waterloo
Simmons, George
Peninsular War, 1807-1814; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815
At daylight jumped into the Agueda with some of our officers, and found
myself very comfortable after it, not having had my clothes off or a
clean shirt on for some time.
The mule that brought my brother through the retreat died this morning;
about 130 dollars lost for ever.
[Sidenote: 25th]
Villar del Puerco. Supplied ourselves from Rodrigo with every comfort
required and had our baggage and our company's mess as comfortable
as ever. Lieutenants Pemberton, Haggup, my brother, and myself lived
together and I resumed the office of caterer. On our arrival at the
empty house given over for our occupation, we found three Dragoon
officers had remained behind their men, and fully intended staying all
night. Now in that case our animals would be badly put up and ourselves
sorely inconvenienced by their laziness, as they ought to have marched
with their men. I took upon myself to adopt a modest way to dislodge
them, which was sanctioned by my companions. I ordered some men to cut
a quantity of green timber and bring it into the room, as it was a cold
winter's day. This I had placed upon the floor, and made a blazing
fire; the smoke of course filled the room, and passed in volumes from
every window. I then had a large cooking pot put upon the fire and some
beef and vegetables put into it. I now asked the Dragoons if they would
partake of our fare, saying in the most polite and pressing manner
that we should be glad to share it with them. I ordered more wood to
be heaped on the fire, and lay down with my head upon a knapsack and
smoked my pipe. Although I could bear a smoky fire as well as most
folks, this was rather too powerful; still by lying down, the smoke did
not affect my eyes half as much as the Dragoons'. One moved into the
yard, and the two others could stand it no longer and followed. They
held a council of war, at which, I was informed by a mess-mate who had
purposely placed himself to overhear their conversation and to report
to me upon my success, the following remarks were made. "Did you, pray,
ever hear a fellow so gallows polite as that black-looking ruffian
is? He bears fire like a salamander. And how the fellow's dressed
too." "I join his mess," says another, "I'll see him d——d first." "I
should expect to be poisoned if I did," the third observed. "Besides,"
says the first, who commenced the oration upon my qualities, "we are
nearly smoked and burnt in that d——d room already, and I now hear him
roaring out for more firewood; he will certainly burn the house down
before morning. How the officers that are obliged to live with such a
madman are to be pitied! My eyes are quite inflamed. I am determined
this instant to follow the troop." The others acquiesced, and their
horses were ordered out and their baggage animals loaded. I directed
our servants to assist them, and expressed in the most polite manner my
regret at not being honoured with their company at dinner, as it was
now nearly ready—at least the soup was quite done.
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