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 were forced to put our
knapsacks on our heads, to protect us from its violence. The mules, at
these times, used to run crying up and down, hurt by the stones. The
frost was most severe, accompanied by high winds. Often, for whole days
and nights, we could not get a tent to stand. Many of us were
frost-bitten, and others were found dead at their posts. At this time I
cursed my hard fate, and groaned over my folly. Frequently have I been
awakened, through the night, by the sobs of those around me in the tent;
more especially, by the young soldiers, who had not been long from their
mothers’ fire-sides. They often spent the darkness of the night in
tears. The weather was so dreadful, the 92d regiment got grey trousers
served out to them; they could not live with their kilts,--the cold
would have killed them. In about two days after we went down to the
valley, the day being good, the French came down from the heights
nearest France. General Stewart being there at the same time with our
advanced post, and seeing their manœuvres, ordered us to advance
towards them. We soon beat them back, and retired to our post. A few
days afterwards, the weather was so very bad, that great numbers of the
men fell sick. We were then forced to leave the heights and encamp in
the valley, leaving strong picquets in the block-houses on the main
pass, which were relieved daily. Fatigue parties were sent up to work,
nevertheless, every day the weather would permit. At this time we buried
two guns of Captain Mitchell’s brigade of artillery, which displeased
him much. Through intercession, General Stewart ordered up a fatigue
party to raise them again. We were covered by the picquets, and, with
great difficulty, at length got them raised and brought down to the
valley. Each man on fatigue got an extra allowance of grog, the only
welcome recompence.
We lay here for some time, frequently attacked in the block-houses by
the French, and at length received orders to leave our purgatory in the
heights, and move round towards Maya. We marched that whole afternoon
and all night, until next morning; when the whole army formed on the
other side of Maya. We were appointed the brigade of reserve, being far
in the rear and very much fatigued. An attack was begun, almost as soon
as we arrived. We moved towards the enemy’s works, which were very
strong; but we forced them out, then moved round to our own right, the
remainder of the army pursuing them. Their camp-ground, which was hutted
like a little town, was occupied by us during the night.
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