A Soldier's Experience; or, A Voice from the Ranks: Showing the Cost of War in Blood and Treasure. A Personal Narrative of the Crimean Campaign, from the Standpoint of the Ranks; the Indian Mutiny, and Some of its Atrocities; the Afghan Campaigns of 1863Gowing, T. (Timothy)
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A Soldier's Experience; or, A Voice from the Ranks: Showing the Cost of War in Blood and Treasure. A Personal Narrative of the Crimean Campaign, from the Standpoint of the Ranks; the Indian Mutiny, and Some of its Atrocities; the Afghan Campaigns of 1863
Gowing, T. (Timothy)
Crimean War, 1853-1856 -- Personal narratives
The gentry and middle class
admired the English prisoners for their fine military
bearing, and often compared us with their own slovenly
soldiers.
We continued our march day after day, till we arrived at
their University town, Kharcoff, a magnificent place with
any number of colleges. We had a week's halt here, and were
visited by many of our own country people and French people,
all in good positions. Some of them were professors of
languages in the colleges. We were out visiting daily; we
likewise received a great many presents from our people, and
from French and Russian gentry, in the shape of warm
clothing, woollen and leather gloves, tea, and sugar, and a
few roubles each. We had completed 500 miles, and during
that long march seldom had a hot meal. This we mentioned to
the Governor of Kharcoff prison. He asked us what our usual
meals consisted of. We told him bread and butter. "Well," he
said, "You can have a change; have butter and bread to-day,
and bread and butter to-morrow." This was all the pity we
got from this gentleman. We received good news here. It got
to the knowledge of our Government that we were badly off,
and nearly starving with the small amount allowed us to live
upon. Our Government requested the Emperor to raise our
allowance to twenty kopeks daily--this is equal to
eightpence--and we were usually paid this allowance seven
days in advance. We had now plenty of food, and picking up a
little of their language, were able to make our purchases
without being imposed upon; but the cold at night was
something terrible. We were allowed no covering of any
sort, and nothing but our wet clothing to lie down in.
Sometimes a little wet straw would be thrown in to keep us
from the bare ground, after a long fatiguing march. Often
the snow would be two or three feet deep. We left a number
of men behind in towns where there would be a hospital,
frost-bitten. Shortly after leaving Kharcoff, one day our
march was thirty versts (a verst is three-quarters of a mile
English). On the morning before starting we were paid our
seven days' allowance. We had completed half the distance,
when an occurrence happened which was near the cause of us
all visiting Siberia with our chain gang. There was what we
call a half-way house here, and not another house within
three versts. Our guard acquainted us of this, and told us
we could have anything we wanted in the way of vodkie. We
were delighted at this, for the snow at the time was over
two feet deep, and hot grog was quite acceptable. The whole
of the prisoners, Turks excepted, had refreshments, the
guards receiving the same at our (the English) expense. All
went as merry as a marriage bell till the French did not
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