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
my route independent as heretofore of my brigade. Nothing could be
more horridly uninteresting than this country. Well cultivated, yet
no habitations, or very few--no enclosures, or rather no hedges,
there being banks to some of the fields; no trees, and hills just
high enough to prevent an extended view, without adding one jot
of beauty to the landscape. Most dismal country! To add to our
wretchedness, the clouds which had been collecting all the morning
began to drop their contents, so, snugging ourselves under our
cloaks, on we jogged sulkily enough. We had left the great Chaussée
de Maubeuge, and had been marching some time on a cross-road,
occasionally confined between bare banks--not such ramparts as one
sees in the county of Cork, but low clay banks about knee-high, with
the ditch whence the material has been taken. In this way we had
reached a point where a greater elevation of the ground allowed some
scope of vision; and when emerging from between the banks, we came on
something like a heath, bordered on one side by a large wood. Here an
assemblage of rustics appeared awaiting us. Their principal object,
no doubt, was to gaze at the strangers; but they gave themselves
infinite trouble to make us comprehend that we were about to cross
the frontier and enter on the soil of France. Drawing a long line in
the mud, right across the road, and vociferating altogether, “Ici,
monsieur!” “Voila, monsieur!” “Regardez, monsieur!” “C’est ici,
monsieur, que vous entrez en la France!” and when we crossed their
line, they grinned and jumped about like so many monkeys. I could
not divine what pleasure they derived from seeing strangers violate
the sacred territory, nor what could induce the energetic “Voici,
monsieur, la France, voilà la Belgique!” which they roared in chorus.
How different would have been the feelings and actions of Englishmen
on a similar occasion! Frenchmen, however, draw amusement from
everything--even misfortune. But did they look upon our invasion as
a misfortune? From what I have seen of these people, it appears very
doubtful whether they care a farthing who reigns over them. Be that
as it may, we undoubtedly entered France amidst cheers and greetings
of the populace.
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