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
once placed his hand on my shoulder, and said, "You are a
fine fellow, you are a good soldier; I remit the remainder
of your punishment; you are released, join your comrades." I
have not the slightest doubt that the 500 lashes would have
killed me. This is one instance of the severity of their
despotic laws.
One day on going to the bazaar, or market, with a comrade of
my own regiment, we had to pass through a large square, and
in this were mustered 15,000 men, new levies to join the
army in the Crimea. Clergymen were present blessing their
new colours, and also giving them their blessing previous to
marching. One of the soldiers saluted my comrade with the
compliments of the day, which he politely returned. Another
of them deliberately spit in his face, calling him an
"English dog." The words were hardly uttered by him when my
comrade, a powerfully built man, knocked the fellow down
like a bullock in their midst. We were instantly surrounded
by numbers of them, and would soon have been made short work
of only for the timely interference of an officer, who had
witnessed the whole. This officer, with sword drawn, stepped
in between us and them, and ordered them to stand back and
clear the way for us to pass, saying at the same time to my
comrade (malidates), "You are a fine fellow." Instances like
this show plainly, no matter how British soldiers are
situated, that indomitable pluck cannot be stamped out of
them. During our stay in Veronidge a police officer was
appointed our paymaster. He was very irregular in issuing
our pay or allowance. On one occasion he left us fourteen
days in arrear. The consequence was we were in distress. We
all marched in military order to his quarters and formed in
line in front of his house. When he observed us he made his
appearance at his front door, enquiring our business there,
and came forward towards the right of the line. A tall,
powerfully built Irishman, belonging to the 4th R. I.
Dragoon Guards, stood on the extreme right, seemingly taking
very little notice of what was going on, as we had appointed
one to make our complaint. He walked straight up to this
dragoon, and gave him a slap in the face. The blow was no
sooner delivered than the dragoon returned the compliment
with a straight one from the shoulder. He fell as if he had
a kick from a horse. In an instant a number of police rushed
forward to arrest the dragoon, but we were equal to the
occasion, and would not allow him to be arrested. This
caused the affair to be officially reported and duly
investigated, when it was proved the police officer was at
fault. They cancelled his appointment, and severely
reprimanded him; and also issued a ukase (a special order
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