A campaign in MexicoScribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
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A campaign in Mexico
Scribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Personal narratives
“I hope that by speaking freely of things as they are, I am not
conveying the idea that I am discontented. Notwithstanding the
attractions of home, and the greatness of the contrast when compared
with these scenes, I never yet have regretted the step I have taken. We
sometimes think it hard to bear with the ignorance and inattention of
our field officers. The badly selected ground and our frequent want of
full rations may possibly not be attributable to their ignorance and
neglect, but they are certainly the ones to whom we look for redress.
Other regiments around us better officered, fare very differently. I
visited another corps the other day, and to my surprise found that they
had for some time been drawing an excellent article of flour, good
pickles, and molasses. This was the first time I knew that such things
could be obtained, except from the sutlers, who charged seventy-five
cents per quart for the last-mentioned article.
“The more I see of our boys the stronger is my impression that a better
selection could not have been made. Our messmates are all well chosen,
and had we no other difficulties than those incident to a soldier’s
life, a happier set of fellows could not be found. The plans we form to
enliven, not only succeed with ourselves, but attract other companies.
Our quarters are frequently sought by them, to listen to our music, and
look upon our merry moonlight dances.
“I am sometimes struck with the patience and philosophy exercised, even
while performing the humiliating drudgery of the camp. In my own case I
do not know whether it is owing to my selection of companions or not,
but I have never realized the exhaustion and fatigue a description of
our manner of procuring water and provisions would indicate. I have
just returned from one of these expeditions, and will here give you a
faithful description of the schemes resorted to, in order to lighten
our burdens. Another and myself set out with two iron camp-kettles
swung upon a tent pole. Walking about half a mile up the ridge, we
came to the crossing place--the narrowest place of the slough, which
ebbs and flows with the tide. This is unfit to drink on account of
possessing the essence of weeds, distilled by the combined action
of water and sun. In this clime he trifles not, but sends his rays
down with earnestness and energy. Well, after struggling through the
tangled weeds with water nearly to the waist, we in due time arrived
at the bank of the river, dipped up our water and sat down to rest.
We found but little inconvenience in getting water from the stream,
as it was filled to the top of its banks. The country here of late
has been almost inundated. The oldest residents say such a flood has
not been before for thirty years. If there is fatigue in going with
empty buckets, you may readily conceive what is the effect of filled
ones returning. The pole was kept continually twisting by the swinging
motion of the kettles, it being impossible to keep them steady on
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