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
The ammunition-waggons I found coming up, and was returning with
them when I met my whole troop again retiring by the road, whilst
the cavalry did so by alternate regiments across the fields. The
ground offering no feature for another stand, we continued thus along
the road. The infantry had made so little progress that we again
overtook the rear of their column, composed of Brunswickers--some of
those same boys I used to see practising at Schäpdale in my rides to
Brussels. These poor lads were pushing on at a great rate. As soon
as their rear divisions heard the sound of our horses’ feet, without
once looking behind them, they began to crowd and press on those in
front, until at last, hearing us close up to them, and finding it
impossible to push forward in the road, many of them broke off into
the fields; and such was their panic that, in order to run lighter,
away went arms and knapsacks in all directions, and a general race
ensued, the whole corps being in the most horrid confusion. It was
to no purpose that I exerted my little stock of German to make them
understand we were their English friends--a frightened glance and
away, was all the effect of my interference, which drove many of
them off. We, however, still kept on our way, and soon after passed
a few houses by the roadside, which I afterwards found was La Belle
Alliance. Hence we crossed another valley, and on rising the opposite
hill I found a capital position on the top of an old gravel-pit,
which I occupied without loss of time. Behind the ground on which
my guns were formed was a long hedge[16] (a _rara avis_ in this
country), which prevented our seeing anything beyond; and as no
troops were in sight except those following us across the valley, we
had then no idea that we had arrived in the position where our whole
army was assembled, nor that we then stood upon ground which, ere
to-morrow’s sun were set, would for ever be celebrated throughout all
generations!
We did not long remain idle, for the guns were scarcely loaded ere
the rear of our cavalry came crowding upon the infantry corps we had
passed, and which were then only crossing the valley, the French
advance skirmishing with these, whilst their squadrons occupied the
heights. We waited a little until some of their larger masses were
assembled, and then opened our fire with a range across the valley of
about 1200 yards. The echo of our first gun had not ceased, when, to
my astonishment, a heavy cannonade, commencing in a most startling
manner from behind our hedge, rolled along the rising-ground, on part
of which we were posted. The truth now flashed on me; we had rejoined
the army, and it is impossible to describe the pleasing sense of
security I felt at having now the support of something more stanch
than cavalry.
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