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
"Oh! as for that, we may take it as a compliment," said Jack with a
smile. "It’s a reward of good conduct. Our baggage is to be sent down
to-night, we are to follow to-morrow at mid-day, and by the time the
other divisions are ready we shall be snug and comfortable."
"It seems to me," said Pomeroy, pointing out of the window of the cura’s
house in which they were quartered, "that by this time to-morrow some of
us will be a little too snug."
Jack and the rest, after a hasty glance at the heights to which Pomeroy
was pointing, could not help feeling that the prospect of an unmolested
embarkation was indeed becoming remote. They were now black with the
masses of Soult’s infantry.
Soult’s progress during the previous two days had been very slow. He
found the British strongly posted; and his experiences during the
pursuit were calculated to inspire him with a wholesome caution when
tackling, not as during the past fortnight an isolated rear-guard, but
the whole of Moore’s army in battle array. There were three ranges of
hills, on any of which an army defending Corunna might be assured of a
strong position. But two of these ranges were of too great an extent to
be held by Moore’s little force of 15,000 men, and the British general
had been obliged to content himself with occupying the innermost of the
three, extending over about a mile and a half of country to the south of
the city. It would have been an entirely admirable position had it not
been commanded at the right extremity by a hill of considerably greater
height, and within easy cannon-shot, while beyond this exposed flank was
a stretch of open country extending to the gates of Corunna, and
offering the enemy a good opportunity of turning the whole position.
But Moore had no choice; he knew the risk he ran, and relied on the
valour and steadiness of his men, who, now that their troubles were
over, had become cheerful, confident, and well-behaved British soldiers.
And with the instinct of a great general he ultimately turned his very
weakness into a source of strength.
Throughout the day French troops continued to stream westward along the
hills, and when night fell Soult had driven in the British outposts and
was in full occupation of the whole line of heights. There were sounds
of incessant activity during the night, and at dawn on the following
morning the British found that the enemy had dragged guns up the steep
rocky eminence dominating their right wing.
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