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 have often admired the bravery of the French officers. This day, while
I was in the rear-guard, covering the retreat, about two dozen of us
were pursued and molested by a company of the French. Out of breath, and
unable to run farther, we cried, “Let us make a stand and get breath,
else we will never reach the top.” “Take your will,” returned the
officers. Immediately we faced about--the French halted--their officers
pricked them on. We formed front, across the road, and charged;--the
French officers in the rear, urging their troops forward. All would not
do--the men forced their officers fairly over the hill and ran. We had
what we wished--an unmolested retreat--and moved slowly up the height.
We were then joined by a brigade of Brunswickers,--gave three cheers,
and charged the French along the heights, keeping up our fire till dark.
A part of the regiment made fires, while the remainder kept their ground
upon the main height, until about twelve o’clock. We then marched off
towards the Black Forest, leaving our wounded, whose cries were
piercing; but we could not help them. Numbers continued to follow us,
crawling on their hands and knees, filling the air with their groans.
Many, who could not do so, held out their hands, supplicating to be
taken with us. We tore ourselves away, and hurried to get out of sight.
We could not bear it.
The roads were very bad, the rain continued to pour, and we made but
little way. At day-break we formed on the outside of Maya, and got
orders to cook; but scarce had we begun when the French made their
appearance. We immediately moved on to a stronger height on the opposite
side, and encamped. Here we got three days’ allowance of beef and bread
served out to each man, and an allowance of liquor. As soon as cooking
was over, we marched on to the Black Forest, and never halted, until two
o’clock in the morning. The night was dark and stormy. The wounded
officers were carried in blankets on the shoulders of the men, and the
wounded soldiers, who had been enabled still to keep up with us, made
the heart bleed at their cries; while the forcing up of the baggage
caused such a noise, that the whole was a scene of misery and
confusion. We halted to allow the baggage to get forward. Shortly after
day-light the French advance came up with our rear-guard, consisting of
a brigade of Portuguese, which continued to skirmish all the way through
the forest. We lost a great number of men in this forest, unable to keep
up through illness and fatigue, and not a few from the effects of
liquor. It was found necessary to stave the stores of liquor; and the
men were carrying it away in their bonnets. Many were intoxicated, and
carried upon the shoulders of their comrades. We at length got out of
the forest and encamped. Picquets were posted, and we began to cook; but
we had scarcely commenced when the French were again upon us. The camp
was moved, and we marched until two hours after dark. We were then drawn
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