Adventures in Holland and at Waterloo; and Expedition to PortugalKnight, Thomas
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Adventures in Holland and at Waterloo; and Expedition to Portugal
Knight, Thomas
Knight, Thomas; Soldiers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 -- Personal narratives, British
horse?” “No, never mind it, corporal, I can do very well to-night;” I
said, “I will leave you the canteen, sir, to drink the remainder of the
water.” He was very thankful; I wished him good night, and went back to
my old residence to lie down by the fire.
I went down the following morning (the 24th July) to get my canteen,
and received it from the colonel. We fell into conversation respecting
the cavalry which had been charging us the previous day, and he asked me
what Mr Burton, the officer of the outlying picket, had been doing. My
answer was that I was not studying him, but was looking after my own
interest. Shortly afterwards, we all fell in, and the aide-de-camp came
round to the colonel and told him that he was to march to Oporto.
Accordingly we proceeded on our way back to Oporto about three miles,
when the aide-de-camp came forward and told the colonel that the
regiment was to halt; so we lay there for further orders, for about two
hours. We heard the enemy was advancing on us, and very shortly after
discovered about twenty bullock teams coming on the road from Oporto,
with bread and wine to supply the troops. When they came up, the
battalion was ordered by the colonel to get their rations; so we had two
days’ wine, which was a quart (a pint per day), and also two pounds of
bread. After we had refreshed ourselves, we were stronger and better
able to attack the enemies that came up against us. The quarter-master
sergeant called out for me, and I went up a little way where they were
serving out the rations; he told me to give him my canteen, which I
handed to him, and he filled it full of wine (three pints); he said that
was an order from the colonel. We lay there but a very short time, when
we proceeded on our way to Oporto, where we arrived just before
nightfall, and marched, into the town with bugles playing and all the
colours we had left flying; for they were tattered and torn with shot.
The inhabitants of the town gave us a hearty cheer, and had pitchers of
wine ready for us as we passed along and went into our old residence at
the Convent of St. Lazarus, there to lie until further orders. I threw
myself down to get a little sleep which was very much required.
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