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
Marched to St. Palais. The enemy had blown up the bridge over the
Bidouze River. Sir John Hope with the 1st Division passed the Adour
near its mouth and invested the citadel of Bayonne. A bridge was soon
after constructed, and the town closely blockaded.
[Sidenote: 23rd]
Marched to near La Chére and Charrette; on piquet.
[Sidenote: 24th]
Passed the Gave de Mauléon at a ford near the village of Nabas. Moved
forward to the Gave d'Oleron. Found a squadron of French Dragoons drawn
up on the opposite bank of the river. A neat little cottage close to
the river had been built upon an eminence on its bank. I entered with
some men and commenced firing from the chamber windows upon the French
to cover the advance through the ford; the river being nearly up to
the men's shoulders, compelled them to link together by the arms to
enable them to cross. Millar's and Duncan's companies were the first
that crossed. The poor housekeeper, when my men began to fire from the
windows, laughed and cried and jumped about in a most extraordinary
manner, but still her curiosity led her to the window. I was afraid the
foolish woman would be shot, and with little ceremony, assisted by one
of the men, put her into a back room and bolted the door upon her. One
bold fellow galloped forward to the ford. One of my Rifle Men from the
window shot him off his horse in very pretty style. The ford was at
Ville Nave.
Marched to near Oreon and encamped. I went into a respectable farmhouse
on the roadside and found the people within in great confusion and some
of the women in tears. It was very wet and cold, and my appearance was
not much improved from having so recently waded up to my shoulders
in the river. I sat down by the fire and asked for a little wine and
something to eat. The people ran to get me some. A chubby, rosy-faced
child, who appeared to be the only one of the family that did not look
upon me with horror, came near. I took him up and began to kiss him.
We were soon, as well as the whole family, great friends. These poor
people expected that we should carry fire and sword amongst them. The
French, I am sorry to say, did so in Spain and Portugal, and too often
in their career committed atrocities that savages would shudder at.
[Sidenote: 25th]
Marched to near Orthez. The enemy blew up the stone bridge over the
Gave de Pau on our approach. The suburbs ran on both sides of the
river, so that a sharp fire was kept up between the French and our
Light troops. Towards evening, as a column of the enemy were entering
Orthez, Lord Wellington ordered it to be cannonaded. Some French
officers rode up and down their line of march to make the men move
steadily along. The enemy appeared in great force, having concentrated
large bodies near the town.
[Sidenote: 26th]
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