Boys of the Light Brigade: A Story of Spain and the Peninsular WarStrang, Herbert
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Boys of the Light Brigade: A Story of Spain and the Peninsular War
Strang, Herbert
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Juvenile fiction
The road from Bembibre led over the crests of the Galician hills, with
ravines and gorges and precipitous crags on both sides. Then it made a
rapid and crooked descent, ending in a valley through which dashed a
thundering river, white with foam, bearing huge stones and logs along
with it in its tempestuous rush from the Asturian mountains to the
ocean. Here the hill-slopes were covered with gaunt trees, which,
though now bare of foliage, threw a mysterious gloom over the narrow
road. Marching rapidly down this road against a beating storm of sleet,
and whipping up innumerable stragglers on the way, the 95th at length
arrived at Cacabellos.
Here, just as they halted, Sir John Moore met them, having ridden back
with his staff the five or six miles from Villafranca, where the main
body had bivouacked. The regiments of the Reserve were at once formed up
in columns in the fields by the roadside. Sir John, his fine face lined
with care and sorrow, took up a position in their midst, and then, in
his clear penetrating voice, amid a silence broken only by the distant
thunder of the torrent, he spoke in stern biting phrases of the disorder
and want of discipline he had lately witnessed. With a pungent irony
that made many ears tingle, the commander-in-chief concluded his address
thus:
"And if the enemy are now in possession of Bembibre, as I believe they
are, they have got a rare prize! They have taken or cut to pieces many
hundreds of drunken British cowards—for none but unprincipled cowards
would get drunk in presence, nay in the very sight, of the enemies of
their country; and sooner than survive the disgrace of such infamous
misconduct, I hope that the first cannon-ball fired by the enemy may
take me in the head."
After a few words, addressed specially to the 28th, which had done
glorious service with him in Egypt, Sir John turned rein and rode back
to Villafranca. His words made a deep impression on both officers and
men. Previous appeals had not been in vain. The reserve regiments had
kept much better discipline and committed fewer excesses than the main
body, and the general’s stern speech deepened the resolve of all good
soldiers to abstain from disorder, and merit Sir John’s approbation.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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