Adventures with the Connaught Rangers, 1809-1814Grattan, William
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Adventures with the Connaught Rangers, 1809-1814
Grattan, William
Great Britain. Army. Regiment of Foot, 88th (Connaught Rangers); Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives
As may be supposed, this affair made a great noise. The Provost-Marshal
was directed to search, with the utmost care, the quarters and premises
of all the regiments; but the fellow instinctively, I believe, turned
towards those of my corps; and here, I am sorry to confess, he found
that which he wanted, namely, the three sheep, part of them in a
camp-kettle on the fire, and the remainder in an outhouse. This was
enough. The three men were identified by the Portuguese, tried, flogged,
and had to pay for the sheep, which (the worst of it!) they had not the
pleasure of even tasting. But this example by no means put a stop to the
evil. The sheep-folds were plundered, the shepherds pummelled, and our
fellows flogged without mercy. General Picton at length issued orders,
directing the rolls of the regiment to be called over by an officer of
each company at different periods during the night, and by this measure
the evil was remedied. But we did not get credit for even this. That
pleasantest of all pleasant fellows, Bob Hardyman of the 45th, used to
say, in jest, that instead of the officers going round the quarters, we
entrusted the duty to a sergeant; and, according to Bob’s account, the
manner of his performing the duty was as follows:—
Arrived at the door, he gave a gentle tap, when voices from within
called out, “Who’s there?”
_Ser._ “It’s me, boys!”
_Sol._ “And who are you?”
_Ser._ “Why then, blur 'an ouns, boys, don’t yees know my voice?”
_Sol._ “Och! and to be sure we do now.”
_Ser._ “Well, boys, yees know what I’me come about.”
_Sol._ “Sure we do, sergeant.”
_Ser._ “Well, boys, are yees all within?”
_Sol._ “Within, is it! to be sure we are; why, where else would we be?”
_Ser._ “That’s right, boys! but boys, take care, are yees all in bed?”
_Sol._ “In bed! sure we are, and all asleep too!!”
_Ser._ “Och! that’s right, honies, it’s myself that’s proud to find yees
grown so regular!”
And having thus performed his duty, he wished them good-night. But poor
Bob Hardyman was one of those sort of fellows that could say a thing
(and make you laugh at it too, although at your own expense) that if
another person attempted, he would get his teeth knocked down his
throat; he verified a saying in his own county (Galway), that one man in
that country might steal a horse with impunity, when another darn’t look
over the hedge where he was grazing.
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