Deeds that Won the Empire: Historic Battle ScenesFitchett, W. H. (William Henry)
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Deeds that Won the Empire: Historic Battle Scenes
Fitchett, W. H. (William Henry)
Battles -- Great Britain; Great Britain -- History, Military; Great Britain. Army -- History
For the weeks that followed, Soult could only look on while San
Sebastian and Pampeluna fell. Then the allied outposts were advanced
to the slopes looking down on France and the distant sea. It is
recorded that the Highlanders of Hill's division, like Xenophon's
Greeks 2000 years before them, broke into cheers when they caught their
first glimpse of the sea, the great, wrinkled, azure-tinted floor,
flecked with white sails. It was "the way home!" Bearn and Gascony
and Languedoc lay stretched like a map under their feet. But the
weather was bitter, the snow lay thick in the passes, sentinels were
frozen at the outposts, and a curious stream of desertions began. The
warm plains of sunny France tempted the half-frozen troops, and Southey
computes, with an arithmetical precision which is half-humorous, that
the average weekly proportion of desertions was 25 Spaniards, 15 Irish,
12 English, 6 Scotch, and half a Portuguese! One indignant English
colonel drew up his regiment on parade, and told the men that "if any
of them wanted to join the French they had better do so at once. He
gave them free leave. He wouldn't have men in the regiment who wished
to join the enemy!"
Meanwhile Soult was trying to construct on French soil lines of defence
as mighty as those of Wellington at Torres Vedras; and on October 7,
Wellington pushed his left across the Bidassoa, the stream that marks
the boundaries of Spain and France. On the French side the hills rise
to a great height. One huge shoulder, called La Rhune, commands the
whole stream; another lofty ridge, called the "Boar's Back," offered
almost equal facilities for defence. The only road that crossed the
hills rose steeply, with sharp zigzags, and for weeks the French had
toiled to make the whole position impregnable. The British soldiers
had watched while the mountain sides were scarred with trenches, and
the road was blocked with abattis, and redoubt rose above redoubt like
a gigantic staircase climbing the sky. The Bidassoa at its mouth is
wide, and the tides rose sixteen feet.
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