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
We soon, however, nothing daunted, paid them back with interest, and
again the air was eloquent with our victorious cheers. We there fell
back for protection, under the brow of the hill, and calmly listened
to the whizzing shot from the enemy’s battery striking the ground in
front and rear, scattering the stone in every direction. Thus was spent
the remaining portion of the day. Occasionally we would be called to
attention, and marched to the brow of the hill, when we suspected some
demonstration upon our cannon, which was used in silencing the enemy’s
battery. About sundown, the thundering of artillery ceased, and the
conflict of the day was over.
The Mississippians having received orders to repair to their quarters
in town, myself and Lieutenant Kunkle, (who so proudly bore our banner
in the thickest fight,) accompanied them as far as the hacienda. Our
noble banner was executed by the skill and patriotism of the New Albany
ladies.
Such a night as I spent at the hacienda, God grant that I may never
spend again! What piles of wounded and dying that lay groaning around!
After wandering about among the wagons which were formed into a hollow
square, I came across one of my messmates. Warmly grasping each
other’s hands, we mutually inquired for our comrades. Then came the
mournful tidings of the death of Francis Baily, Warren Robinson, and
Charles Goff, three of my warmest friends, and brightest ornaments of
our company. What a shock was this!--two of our beloved messmates,
by whom, side by side, we had laid together for so many long months
on the soldier’s couch, and with whom we had so often joked, while
around our simple meals! But no more shall we mingle together in such
uninterrupted harmony! I sought among the wagons for my blanket, but it
was not there. I desired no food, notwithstanding I had eaten but a few
pieces of hard crackers since the morning before. I was now becoming
conscious of my excessive weariness. Loss of sleep, violent exertion,
and the rain, which drenched us several times during the day, caused my
bones to ache in every joint. Weary and faint, I resorted to the roof
of one of the houses, hoping to get a little rest, but in this I was
disappointed. I had scarcely begun to occupy a portion of a blanket
kindly offered me by one of my friends, when we were alarmed by an
unexpected charge from the lancers. Great were the excitement and hurry
on the house tops. Soon every one was ready and waiting for the onset.
Thus the night was spent in continual alarms, anxiety and suspense. We
were ordered to lie upon our arms, and five times during the night were
we aroused for the expected assault from the lancers, whose watch fires
gleamed ominously from the mountains around. The sun had hardly arisen
upon the bloody field, when I gladly arose to seek a fire, as my limbs
were benumbed with cold. While seated on a stone near a fire, I was
brooding over my fate, and that of our little army.
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