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
Captain Cox and myself, with about sixty men, followed the enemy down
into the valley through the Pass of Vera. We took some prisoners and
two French horn-players, and, laughably enough, our men requested them
to play some French tunes. What with alarm and fright, they made sad
music of it. We moved up to our encampment, and thus ended a day of as
pretty rifle practice as I had ever seen, and the enemy driven from a
position that had cost them much labour and trouble in putting into a
state of defence.
[Sidenote: 8th]
[Sidenote: 9th]
One particularly high mountain named La Rhune was still in possession
of the enemy, and from the top the French were amusing themselves by
firing long shots at the Spaniards all day. In the evening their force
was withdrawn and this morning La Rhune was occupied by the Light
Division. A smaller mountain, from its similarity and position, was
called Petite La Rhune, and divided from it by a valley. Our advanced
piquets were now posted on one side upon the slopes, and the French on
the opposite side within 200 yards of us.
From these stupendous mountains we had a most commanding view of
a vast extent of highly cultivated French territory, innumerable
villages, and the town and port of St. Jean de Luz. We could also see
our cruisers sailing about near the French coast, which gave us an
additional interest in the view before us.
[Sidenote: 13th]
This morning one of our ships was observed to be chasing a brig of war,
and got between her and the shore. We observed the batteries near the
town trying to aid the escape of the French ship, but without success.
As the boats from the English went to board her, the Frenchmen got into
theirs and made for the shore. Some English sailors went on board,
but soon left her. A short time after she was one mass of fire and
soon blew up. A dense smoke arose from the spot, but in a moment there
was not a vestige that we could perceive remaining upon the bosom of
the ocean. It was a beautiful morning, and some thousands of veteran
Englishmen having a bird's-eye view of the whole affair, took a lively
interest in the gallant manner our brave Tars performed their duty. How
delighted the sailors would have been if they had been aware that so
many of their countrymen were observing and applauding them from the
tops of the Pyrenees!
[Sidenote: 30th]
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