A History of the Coldstream Guards, from 1815 to 1895Ross, J. (John)
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A History of the Coldstream Guards, from 1815 to 1895
Ross, J. (John)
Great Britain -- History -- Victoria, 1837-1901; Great Britain. Army. Coldstream Guards
From the 14th to the 18th, the disembarkation of the Allies continued,
observed by Cossack horsemen until driven away, and interrupted only by
the rolling waves, which, tumbling on the beach, made it sometimes
unsafe to land the horses and guns. The Light and First Divisions were
on shore on the 14th; the Guards Brigade, remaining in formation till
the afternoon, marched inland for about three miles, after the Light
Division had started, where they bivouacked for the night. The morning
was fine, but the evening turned very cold, the wind rose, and the rain
came down in torrents, drenching all ranks and conditions, from the
Divisional Commander, H.R.H. the Duke of Cambridge, to the youngest
drummer. It was an inhospitable welcome that awaited our first night on
the Crimean coast, but the men were in good heart, and made light of
their misfortunes. On the 16th, a few tents were landed, but, for want
of transport, they had to be returned on board the following day,—except
one, which was retained for the sick, and was to be carried between the
medicine-panniers on the hospital bât-horse. The story of the halt near
Old Fort, would not have been complete had there been no “scare” to
record. Was it ever wanting among troops, who for the first time await
the approach of an enemy? Here it took place about midnight on the 16th,
when an alarm was raised of the approach of Cossacks, and the troops
turned out hurriedly; nor was it unlikely that the Russians would
endeavour to attack the Allies, before they were ready to advance from
the coast. Upon this occasion, however, a false report only had gained
credence; there was no enemy in the vicinity, and the occurrence, though
startling for the moment, doubtless, eventually served to steady the
nerves of men who had never yet heard a shot fired in anger. In one way,
things went smoothly enough, at all events in the camp of the Brigade,
who, placed near a friendly Tartar village, bought small sheep at two
shillings each, and fowls for fourpence or fivepence; but the dreaded
cholera still hovered about, and one man of the Battalion died, after a
few hours' sickness, on the 17th.
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