Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 1 (of 2) : $b kept throughout the campaign of 1815 — John Shaqi
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
forget the particulars, but it ended in his opening the gate.
Once clear of the town, we hoped soon to reach our lodging; but had
scarcely advanced a hundred yards ere we found that result was more
distant than we had fancied, and that patience was still requisite.
The rain had rendered the fat soil so slippery that our horses could
scarcely keep their legs, and the road running along the narrow
summit of a dyke, with ditches on each side, rendered precaution and
slow movement imperative. Every moment the fall of some horse impeded
the column; our lanterns went out; and after wandering a considerable
time, we at length ascertained, by knocking up the people at a house
by the wayside, that we had overshot our mark, and it was not until
two in the morning that we succeeded in finding the sheds. These were
immensely long buildings attached to some saw-mills, for what use I
know not, unless to store planks, &c., for they were now empty; but
they were admirably adapted to our purpose, since we could range all
our horses along one side, whilst the men occupied the other, in one
of them. A quantity of hay, and some straw, left by our predecessors,
was a valuable acquisition to man and beast under such circumstances.
All our enjoyments are the effect of contrast. It would be considered
miserable enough to be obliged to pass the night under such equivocal
shelter as these sheds afforded, and that, too, in wet clothes; yet
did we now, after twelve hours of harassing work and exposure to the
weather, look upon them as palaces, and, having cared for our poor
beasts as far as circumstances would permit, proceeded to prepare for
that repose so necessary and so longed for.
I was already ensconced in some hay, when Lieutenant Leathes, who
had been reconnoitring, brought intelligence that the people were
still up in an adjoining miller’s house, and that they were willing
to give us shelter until morning. Thither, therefore, we repaired;
and being ushered into the kitchen, quite a pattern of neatness,
found the good woman and one of her men already busy making a fire
and preparing some coffee for us--unlooked-for luxury! To this
kindness she added the offer of two beds, which were eagerly and
thankfully accepted by Lieutenants Ingleby and Bell. For my part, I
preferred not pulling off my wet clothes and putting them on again
in the morning, and therefore declined. Spite of our fatigue, we
were all so refreshed by the coffee, that a pleasant hour was passed
chatting to our kind hostess and joking with her man Coché, a sort
of good-humoured, half-witted Caliban. At last sleep began to weigh
heavily on our eyelids. The lady retired to her chamber, Coché hid
himself somewhere, and, sinking back in our old-fashioned high-backed
chairs, we were soon unconscious of everything.
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