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
Funchal is the largest town on the island. It is situated on the north
side of a hill towards the ocean, covering the hill from the summit to
the base. The houses reach to the water’s edge, and they all look as if
they were newly built, they are so white and clean. Another range of
hills is seen rising above the one on which the town is built; these are
also covered with houses, vineyards, and plantations of fruit trees.
Nothing could be more charming to our eyes, which had ached so long in
looking over a boundless expanse of sea.
Having completed our supply of water, we set sail for the Cape of Good
Hope. As we sailed onwards, I was often surprised at the immense numbers
of fishes of all descriptions that played round our vessel. When the
weather was calm, fish of every kind, the dolphin, flying-fish, &c. were
mixed harmlessly together. The shark was seen playing amongst them, and
they not in the least alarmed. Small and large, all seemed collected
before us to display the beauties and riches of Divine Providence in the
great deep. In a dark night, the sea seemed sparkling with fire.
I inquired the cause of this assemblage of fishes, and their tameness,
at an old sailor. He informed me, that the cause was the reflection of
the copper on the ship’s bottom, and that they were never seen unless
the vessel was coppered.
It was early in the morning when we first beheld the land about the Cape
of Good Hope. We soon after could distinguish a hill, called the Sugar
Loaf, and next reached a low island, called Robben Island. We anchored
in Table Bay, and were, disembarked next day.
Cape Town lies in a valley, the sides of which rise gently to the foot
of the mountains that encompass it on all sides; those near the town are
of a great height. The houses of the town are all coloured white or
yellow. They are mostly built of stone, and appear as if they were not a
month old, they are so clean. The streets are paved with flagstones,
which I am told are brought from India. They are very agreeable in so
hot a climate, being very cool.
I expected to see few people here but Dutch, but I found a collection of
all the nations in the world. No doubt the Dutch are the most numerous,
but there are a great many Germans, Swiss, French, British, Irish, &c.
all very much assimilated to each other: The Dutch have made the French
more grave; the French, the Dutch less sedate. Every class of foreigners
seems the better for being thus mixed with others. All are equally
industrious, all seem happy and content.
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