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
sergeants were actively employed in filling up by pushing their men
together, and sometimes thumping them ere they could make them move.
These were the very boys whom I had but yesterday seen throwing
away their arms, and fleeing, panic-stricken, from the very sound
of our horses’ feet. To-day they fled not bodily, to be sure, but
spiritually, for their senses seemed to have left them. There they
stood, with recovered arms, like so many logs, or rather like the
very wooden figures which I had seen them practising at in their
cantonments. Every moment I feared they would again throw down their
arms and flee; but their officers and sergeants behaved nobly, not
only keeping them together, but managing to keep their squares closed
in spite of the carnage made amongst them. To have sought refuge
amongst men in such a state were madness--the very moment our men
ran from their guns, I was convinced, would be the signal for their
disbanding. We had better, then, fall at our posts than in such a
situation. Our coming up seemed to reanimate them, and all their
eyes were directed to us--indeed, it was providential, for, had we
not arrived as we did, I scarcely think there is a doubt of what
would have been their fate.[19] Our first gun had scarcely gained
the interval between their squares, when I saw through the smoke the
leading squadrons of the advancing column coming on at a brisk trot,
and already not more than one hundred yards distant, if so much, for
I don’t think we could have seen so far. I immediately ordered the
line to be formed for action--_case-shot!_ and the leading gun was
unlimbered and commenced firing almost as soon as the word was given:
for activity and intelligence our men were unrivalled. The very first
round, I saw, brought down several men and horses. They continued,
however, to advance. I glanced at the Brunswickers, and that glance
told me it would not do; they had opened a fire from their front
faces, but both squares appeared too unsteady, and I resolved to
say nothing about the Duke’s order, and take our chance--a resolve
that was strengthened by the effect of the remaining guns as they
rapidly succeeded in coming to action, making terrible slaughter,
and in an instant covering the ground with men and horses. Still
they persevered in approaching us (the first round had brought them
to a walk), though slowly, and it did seem they would ride over
us. We were a little below the level of the ground on which they
moved--having in front of us a bank of about a foot and a half or
two feet high, along the top of which ran a narrow road--and this
gave more effect to our case-shot, all of which almost must have
taken effect, for the carnage was frightful.[20] I suppose this state
of things occupied but a few seconds, when I observed symptoms of
hesitation, and in a twinkling, at the instant I thought it was all
over with us, they turned to either flank and filed away rapidly to
the rear. Retreat of the mass, however, was not so easy.
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