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 think I know now the feeling one experiences while going into
battle. My emotions this night I never shall forget. When first
aroused I seized my musket and equipments, and rushed from the tent in
the greatest excitement. The firing from the pickets, the universal
rushing, hurry and confusion, the impatient cries of, “make haste, men;
fall in,” etc., made me so nervous that doubtless for a few minutes, my
words were unintelligible. After a short period of agitation everything
was ready. As we were marching out to take our position, it seemed
that this would be a wonderful night in my earthly career, and my fate
was to be decided by my success in the coming conflict. I said within,
be calm and do your duty. I aroused all my energy and decision of
character. I then moved with an unwavering step, and would have given
all my possessions to come in contact with the foe. Our men never
marched better, dressing to the guide as it was shifted, with as much
calmness as when on ordinary drill.
Having formed our line in front of a dense chaparel, a party was sent
out to reconnoitre. Here I had a presentiment that the enemy would not
meet us; that this was not the night for our military laurels to be
secured. Had we met the enemy in the field of battle; had we gained
victory amidst adverse circumstances, how gratifying to ambitious
desire that friends should read eloquent descriptions of our deeds of
chivalry. Great was our anxiety while waiting for the return of the
detachment.
At length the party came; they reported to the general; the general
addressed us in complimentary terms, expressing his unlimited
confidence in our fidelity and courage. He dismissed us saying our only
enemies here, the wolves, had retired to the chaparel. We returned to
our tents crest-fallen, very few having a disposition to joke or laugh
over this evening’s adventure.
_10th._--At last we have departed from camp Belknap. The place that a
few months ago contained 8000 souls, is now without an inhabitant. I
left this beautiful spot with mingled emotions of pain and pleasure.
Here we had light duties, we had opportunities to hear from home, and
other sources of comfort. On these accounts I confess I left camp
Belknap with regret. But on the other hand it could be no longer said,
they still remain away from active duties and scenes of glory. I
thought of the upper camp and wonders in other lands. On these accounts
I left our old encampment with feelings of delight.
We transported ourselves, our camps and equipments to the river bank;
but how heavily many an hour passed away before the arrival of a
steamboat. We several times laid in provisions and cooked them for the
trip, and several times we eat up our provisions before we started on
our trip. It is said man is a poor economist in domestic matters, and
indeed our conduct on this occasion seemed to prove it.
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