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
A few days after Moore had arrived at this decision he received the news
that Madrid had capitulated to Napoleon. It was a severe blow. He had
hoped against hope that the Spanish promises would at last be fulfilled,
that their boasts would at last justify themselves. Once more the
Spaniards had shown their instability. But Moore was not disposed to
alter his plans; there seemed every probability of his striking a
successful blow at the French communications. On December 11th, then,
the infantry moved out from Salamanca, General Paget marching with the
reserve for Toro, where his brother, Lord Paget, had already arrived
with Baird’s cavalry, while Hope left Alba de Tormes next day to join
the main body on the Valladolid road. The advance along this road was
led by General Charles Stewart’s cavalry brigade, consisting of Hussars
and Light Dragoons. It happened that during the previous week Jack had
more than once been sent backwards and forwards between Salamanca and
Alba de Tormes with despatches and reports, and he had come under the
notice of General Stewart. When the advance was ordered, Stewart,
thinking that Jack would be useful in gathering news from the Spaniards,
and acting as interpreter in matters connected with commissariat and
billeting, asked that he might be temporarily attached to him as extra
aide-de-camp, and it was while riding ahead to enquire about billets in
Tordesillas that Jack met with the adventure just related.
As he rode along towards Rueda he could not help feeling a glow of
satisfaction at his continued good luck. But he did not indulge in idle
dreams. It was now too dark to see, but his ears were keenly alert to
catch any sound that betokened danger, and he told Pomeroy afterwards
that he felt as sensitive as a cat’s whiskers. His enterprise was
obviously full of peril, for he had no knowledge of the number of troops
in Rueda, or of that town itself, and it behoved him to go warily. If
the French force was large, there would certainly be outposts at some
distance from the town, and every now and then he pulled up his horse
and waited, straining eyes and ears for a sound or a light.
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