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
"It is an arduous post," said Palafox. "Just now it has to bear the
brunt of the French attack, I fear. But you have shown valour and
resource, Señor Lumsden; will you undertake the command of Don
Hernando’s district?"
"I will do my best, Señor, if you entrust it to me."
He spoke quietly, but his pulse leapt at the thought of the work opening
before him. Accepting the general’s offer with alacrity, he set off in
a few minutes with Tio Jorge, who had offered to introduce him to his
men, and procure for him a Spanish uniform to replace his soiled
garments. As they were hastening along the Coso, crowded with people
now that the day’s fighting had ceased, Tio Jorge stopped at the door of
a big café.
"You must be famished, Señor," he said. "You have had nothing but a
bite and a sup all day. Here is the café of my friend Jorge Arcos; let
us enter. When we have eaten and drunk it will be time to seek the
ramparts."
Jack was nothing loth. In a few minutes he was seated amid a crowd of
ardent Saragossans, whose blackened features and soiled garments bespoke
the part they had played in the defence of their city. Jorge Arcos
himself, a robust and lusty Spaniard, attended to Jack’s wants when he
had learnt from Tio Jorge that the young Señor was an English officer
who had done good work that day, and been entrusted by Palafox with the
Santa Engracia command. The big host, as well as the miscellaneous
company in the room, looked somewhat askance at the weird figure of
Pepito, who had closely followed his master. His garb showed him to be
one of the despised and outcast gitanos; but on Jack’s explaining that
the boy had been of service to him, Arcos shrugged, and brought him some
food and diluted wine, which the hungry little fellow despatched with
gusto.
As he ate, Jack fell into conversation with his host, and showed a
curiosity to learn something of the earlier history of the siege. The
mere suggestion was enough to set the man’s tongue wagging. He
evidently loved the sound of his own voice, and he owed indeed much of
his popularity with the citizens to his rough-and-ready eloquence.
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