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
He fell as we entered the town. Onwards
we rushed, carrying every thing before us, scrambling over ditches, and
other impediments which the inhabitants had placed in our way. At the
corner of every street, and flanking all the ditches, they had placed
cannon that thinned our ranks every step we took. Still onwards we
drove, up one street, down another, until we came to the church of St.
Domingo, where the colours of the 71st regiment had been placed, as a
trophy, over the shrine of the Virgin Mary. We made a sally into it, and
took them from that disgraceful resting-place, where they had remained
ever since the surrender of General Beresford to General Liniers. Now we
were going to sally out in triumph. The Spaniards had not been idle. The
entrances of the church were barricaded, and cannon placed at each
entrance. We were forced to surrender, and were marched to prison.
It was there I first learned the complete failure of our enterprise.
During the time we were charging through the streets, many of our men
made sallies into the houses in search of plunder; and many were
encumbered with it at the time of our surrender. One sergeant of the
38th had made a longish hole in his wooden canteen, like that over the
money drawer in the counter of a retail shop; into it he slipped all the
money he could lay his hands upon. As he came out of a house he had been
ransacking, he was shot through the head. In his fall the canteen burst,
and a great many doubloons ran in all directions on the street. Then
commenced a scramble for the money, and about eighteen men were shot,
grasping at the gold they were never to enjoy. They even snatched it
from their dying companions, although they themselves were to be in the
same situation the next moment.
We were all searched, and every article that was Spanish taken from us;
but we were allowed to keep the rest. During the search, one soldier,
who had a good many doubloons, put them into his camp-kettle, with flesh
and water above them; placed all upon a fire, and kept them safe. There
were about one hundred of us, who had been taken in the church, marched
out of prison to be shot, unless we produced a gold crucifix of great
value, that was amissing. We stood in a large circle of Spaniards and
Indians. Their levelled pieces and savage looks gave us little to hope,
unless the crucifix was produced. It was found on the ground on the
spot where we stood; but it was not known who had taken it. The troops
retired, and we were allowed to go back to prison without further
molestation.
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