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
We moved along the heights for two or three miles towards the main body
of the army, and lay down in column for a few minutes, until Lord
Wellington came up and reconnoitred the movements of the enemy, when we
immediately got orders to follow the line of march. We continued to
follow for some time, until we came to a place covered over with old
ammunition barrels and the wrecks of an army. This was the ground the
battle of Salamanca had been fought on. We got not a moment to reflect.
The word was given, “Fix bayonets, throw off all lumber;” and we were
moved up the hill at double quick time. We pushed up as hard as
possible, reached the top almost out of breath, and met the enemy right
in front. They were not twenty paces from us. We gave them a volley. Two
companies of the German Legion were sent to keep them in play whilst the
lines were forming. Two brigades came up at double quick time. We formed
in three lines, and forced them to retire. They lost in their flight a
great number of men by the fire of our cannon. After dark we withdrew
our lines and encamped in a wood. We were in great want of necessaries,
having very little bread or beef amongst us, and no water. I set off in
quest of some, slung round with canteens belonging to the mess. After
searching about for a long time, faint and weary, I was going to give up
in despair, and sat down to reflect what I should do. Numbers were
moving around looking anxiously for water of any kind--quality was of no
moment. I thought I heard a bustle on my right. I leaped up, ran towards
it; I heard voices and the croaking of frogs. Tempting sound! I stopped
not to reflect. As I drew near, the sound became more distinct; I heard
the welcome words, “Water, water.” In I ran, up to the knees amongst
mules and men, and putting down my head, drank a sweet draught of it,
dirty as it was; then filled my canteens and came off quite happy. The
croaking of the frogs was pleasanter music at that time and more welcome
than any other sound. When I came to the camp ground I was welcomed
with joy. We got our allowance of liquor, and mixed it with the water,
then lay down and slept till an hour before day, when we moved on to our
old position on the hills. The French lay in column close by Salamanca.
We remained there till Lord Wellington perceived the French were
endeavouring to get into our rear, to cut off our communications, they
being very superior in force. The army received orders to draw up in
column and move off in brigades, each brigade in succession; leaving the
71st for the rear guard. I, at this time, got a post, being for fatigue,
with other four. We were sent to break biscuit, and make a mess for Lord
Wellington’s hounds. I was very hungry, and thought it a good job at the
time, as we got our own fill while we broke the biscuit, a thing I had
not got for some days. When thus engaged, the prodigal son never once
was out of my mind; and I sighed, as I fed the dogs, over my humble
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