In New Granada; Or, Heroes and PatriotsKingston, William Henry Giles
History
In New Granada; Or, Heroes and Patriots
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Colombia -- History -- War of Independence, 1810-1822 -- Juvenile fiction
Soon after this I lost sight of the main body of our army, which had
advanced; but small parties were seen coming to the rear, bringing in
the wounded. I observed one party going towards the cavalry tents,
which were directly below me. The men were carrying an officer on a
stretcher, and as I brought my glass to bear on them I saw, to my grief,
that the wounded man was Captain Laffan. Anxious to low whether he was
much hurt, I immediately began my descent from the position, though in
doing so, in my weak state, I nearly rolled to the bottom. Fortunately
I met one of the camp-followers, who assisted me along, and by his help
I got to Laffan's tent, and found my friend in the hands of the surgeon.
"You are where you should not be, young man!" exclaimed the latter when
he saw me.
"But I want to know how my friend is," I said.
"What, Duncan, my boy!" exclaimed the captain, who recognised my voice.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I wish you had remained in bed. I have
only a bullet or two through me, and a sabre-cut on my arm dealt by one
of those six rascals whom I was attacking. If there had been one less,
I should have cut them all down. As it was, three bit the ground.
Don't fear! I shall be all right, with a little plastering and
bandaging,--shall I not, doctor?"
"Yes, yes, captain, you'll do very well; but you must keep quiet for a
few hours.--And you, Mr Sinclair, must get back to your tent."
I endeavoured to obey the surgeon, but, overcome with exertions for
which I was ill-fitted, I sank down in a dead faint.
"Now this is too bad of the boy, when I want to be attending his
friend," I heard the doctor say, after he had poured some cordial down
my throat, which somewhat restored me. On this, two men whom he
summoned took me up and carried me back to Captain Brown's tent.
Towards evening, a portion of our troops returned to guard the camp, but
the main body was advancing in pursuit of the Pastucians.
The next day less satisfactory news arrived. The enemy had been
reinforced, and the Patriot army had had no little difficulty in
maintaining its position.
The surgeons now advised that the wounded officers who could bear the
journey should be carried back to Popayan; and as neither Captain Laffan
nor I were likely to be fit for duty for some time to come, we gladly
availed ourselves of the opportunity. We were put into litters hung on
long poles, supported on men's shoulders; and the journey occupied
several days, though I can give very little account of it. Some of the
time, indeed, I was in a semi-somnolent state, caused by weakness.
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