Journal of a Soldier of the Seventy-First, or Glasgow Regiment, Highland Light Infantry, from 1806-1815Anonymous
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Journal of a Soldier of the Seventy-First, or Glasgow Regiment, Highland Light Infantry, from 1806-1815
Anonymous
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
I answered, certainly I would, and we parted
friends. Maria was much disappointed at my not being convinced at once;
and her father, Santanos, said he had no doubt that I would yet become a
good Catholic, and remain with them. I loved them the more for their
disinterested zeal: their only wish was for my welfare.
Thus had I passed my time, until the arrival of General Whitelock, with
reinforcements, in the beginning of June, 1807. It was the middle of
winter at Monte Video; the nights were frosty, with now and then a
little snow, and great showers of hail as large as beans. In the day,
dreadful rains deluged all around. We had sometimes thunder and
lightning. One night in particular, the whole earth seemed one continued
blaze; the mountain on the side of which the town is built, re-echoed
the thunder, as if it would rend in pieces. The whole inhabitants
flocked to the churches, or kneeled in the streets.
On the arrival of the reinforcements, we were formed into a brigade,
alongst with the light companies of the 36th, 38th, 40th, 87th, and four
companies of the 95th regiments. On the 28th June, we assembled near
Ensenada de Barragon, with the whole army, and commenced our march
towards Buenos Ayres.
The country is almost all level, and covered with long clover that
reached to our waists, and large herds of bullocks and horses, which
seemed to run wild. The weather was very wet. For days I had not a dry
article on my body. We crossed many morasses in our march, in one of
which I lost my shoes, and was under the necessity of marching the rest
of the way bare-footed. We passed the river at a ford called Passorico,
under the command of Major-General Gower. Here we drove back a body of
the enemy. We were next day joined by General Whitelock, and the
remainder of the army. Upon his joining us, the line was formed by Sir
Samuel Auchmuty on the left, stretching towards a convent called the
Recolletta, distant from the left about two miles. Two regiments were
stationed on the right. Brigadier-General Crawford’s brigade occupied
the centre, and possessed the principal avenues to the town, which was
distant from the great square and fort three miles. Three regiments
extended towards the Residenta, on the right. The town and suburbs are
built in squares of about 140 yards on each side; and all the houses are
flat on the top for the use of the inhabitants, who go upon them to
enjoy the cool of the evening. These, we were told, they meant to occupy
with their slaves, and fire down upon us as we charged through the
streets. From the disposition of our army, the town was nearly
surrounded. We remained under arms on the morning of the 5th of July,
waiting the order to advance. Judge our astonishment when the word was
given to march without ammunition, with fixed bayonets only. “We are
betrayed,” was whispered through the ranks. “Mind your duty, my lads;
onwards, onwards, Britain for ever,” were the last words I heard our
noble Captain Brookman utter.
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