Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 1 (of 2) : $b kept throughout the campaign of 1815Mercer, Cavalié
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Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 1 (of 2) : $b kept throughout the campaign of 1815
Mercer, Cavalié
Mercer, Cavalié, 1783-1868 -- Diaries; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 -- Personal narratives, British
this, I sought out the general, whom I found seated against the bank,
that, instead of a hedge, bordered the road. Whether naturally a
savage, or that he feared committing himself, I know not, but Sir
Ormsby cut my queries short with an asperity totally uncalled for. “I
know nothing about you, sir! I know nothing at all about you!” “But
you will perhaps have the goodness to tell me where you are going
yourself?” “I know nothing at all about it, sir! I told you already
I know nothing at all about _you_!” and starting abruptly from his
seat, my friend mounted his horse, and (I suppose by instinct) took
the road towards Steenkerke, followed by his brigade, leaving me
and mine alone in the road, more disagreeably situated than ever.
I now began to reflect very seriously on the “_to stay_” or “_not
to stay_.” In the former case I bade fair to have the ground all to
myself, for although everybody I spoke to denied having any orders,
yet all kept moving in one and the same direction. In the latter
case, my orders in writing certainly were to stay; but circumstances
might have occurred since to change this, and the new order might not
have reached me. Moreover, it was better to get into a scrape for
fighting than keeping out of the way, so I made up my mind to move
forward too. Accordingly I had already mounted my people when Sir
H. Vivian’s brigade of hussars, followed by Major Bull’s troop of
our horse-artillery, passed. Bull I found was, like myself, without
orders, but he thought it best to stick close to the cavalry, and
advised me to do the same, which I did, following him and them on
the road to Steenkerke. The country about this place appeared more
bare and forbidding than any I had yet seen in the Pays Bas. Just as
we moved off, the column of Household troops made its appearance,
advancing from Ninove, and taking the same direction.
It was now that the recollection of my absent waggons began to
torment me, and I actually feared never to see them again. However,
there was no help for it now, and I continued onward.
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