Journal of a Soldier of the Seventy-First, or Glasgow Regiment, Highland Light Infantry, from 1806-1815 — John Shaqi
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
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Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
body of them had got possession of a village on the road to Betanzos,
and continued to fire under cover of it, till dislodged by
Lieutenant-Colonel Nicolls.--Shortly after this, night put a period to
the battle of Corunna. At ten o’clock, General Hope ordered the army to
march off the field by brigades, leaving strong picquets to guard the
embarkation. I remained in the rear guard, commanded by Major General
Beresford, occupying the lines in front of Corunna. We had made great
fires, and a few of the freshest of our men were left to keep them up,
and run round them to deceive the enemy. At dawn there was little to
embark, save the rear-guard, and the reserve, commanded by Major-General
Hill, who had occupied a promontory behind Corunna. We were scarcely
arrived on the beach, ere the French began to fire upon the transports
in the harbour, from the heights of St. Lucia. Then all became a scene
of confusion. Several of the masters of the transports cut their cables.
Four of the transports ran ashore. Not having time to get them off, we
were forced to burn them. The ships of war soon silenced the French
guns, and we saw no more of them. There was no regularity in our taking
the boats. The transport that I got to, had part of seven regiments on
board.
The Spaniards are a courageous people: the women waved their
handkerchiefs to us from the rocks, whilst the men manned the batteries
against the French, to cover our embarkation. Unmindful of themselves,
they braved a superior enemy to assist a friend who was unable to afford
them further relief,--whom they had no prospect of ever seeing again.
Secure within the wooden walls, bad as our condition was, I felt
comparatively happy in being so fortunate as to be on board the same
vessel with Donald. In relieving his wants, I felt less my own, and was
less teased by the wit and ribaldry of my fellow-sufferers; who, now
that they were regularly served with provisions, and exempt from the
fatigues of marching and the miseries of cold, were as happy in their
rags and full bellies as any men in England.
For two days after we came on board, I felt the most severe pains
through my whole body: the change was so great from the extreme cold of
the winter nights, which we had passed almost without covering, to the
suffocating heat of a crowded transport. This was not the most
disagreeable part: vermin began to abound; we had not been without them
in our march, but now we had dozens for one we had then. In vain we
killed them, they appeared to increase from the ragged and dirty
clothes, of which we had no means of freeing ourselves. Complaint was
vain. Many were worse than myself; I had escaped without a wound, and,
thank God! though I had not a shirt upon my back, I had my health,
after the two first days, as well as ever I had it.
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