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
For about seven miles the road lay through a country differing
little from what we had hitherto seen; but then it became suddenly
hilly. Ascending the first long but not very steep ascent, we were
assailed by a host of beggars, who had stationed themselves here to
take advantage of the slow pace at which carriages were obliged to
ascend the hill. These were the first I recollect having seen in the
country. The ragged boys accompanied the column to the top of the
hill, endeavouring to excite, if not compassion, at least admiration
of the agility with which they rolled themselves along alternately on
hands and feet, like so many wheels--a feat that procured them some
coppers.
The country had now totally changed its character; still fertile,
highly cultivated, and abundantly populous, yet presenting scenery of
a much more interesting nature. Fine swells enabled one to obtain,
from time to time, most charming views of the rich distance, instead
of, as hitherto, being confined to a few hundred yards of meadow,
shut up, as the flat country was, by trees and small copses.
Villages and large farms appeared in all directions, intermingled
with extensive woods; the fields exhibited the richest exuberance of
crops--wheat, rye, hops, buckwheat, &c., with their lighter tints
relieving the more sombre tones of the woodlands. Here the spire of
a village church, there the conical roofs and quaint architecture
of a chateau, peered above the foliage of the woods, and increased
the interest of the scene. To me this change was delightful. I
thought I had never seen anything half so rich as the fine landscape
spread before me when I turned to look back on gaining the first
summit. The height, however, was not sufficient to allow me, at
this distance, in a country so thickly wooded, to see Dendermonde
again, though my eye eagerly sought it. The large village of Assche
(town, I should call it, being marked bourg in the map) crowned
this hill, and here we found a battery of Belgian Horse-Artillery
in quarters. The men lounging about in undress, or without their
jackets, without any appearance of a move, induced us to believe
our own was, after all, only another change of quarters--and we
were right. The people here knew Strytem, which they said was only
a few miles distant, to the southward of the road we were on.
Accordingly I despatched an officer to precede us, and make the
necessary arrangements for our reception; at the same time quitting
the chaussée, we plunged into a villanous cross-road, all up and
down, and every bottom occupied by a stream crossed by bridges of
loose planks, which to us were rather annoying from their apparent
insecurity, as well as from the boggy state of the ground for some
yards at either end of them. However, if the road was bad, the beauty
of the country through which it led made ample amends. Descending
from the hill on which Assche is situated, we travelled for two or
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