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
miles wide, including a great variety of ground, and in different
directions were several others nearly of the same extent. At first,
one is surprised at finding such vast tracts of woodland in a country
so populous and so assiduously cultivated; but the thing is easily
explained. In addition to the ordinary demands for small wood in
husbandry, there are large and numerous hop-grounds requiring a
continual supply of poles; but, above all, the enormous quantity of
fuel required, not only by the peasantry, but also by the inhabitants
of the towns,--wood being almost exclusively used for that purpose.
The kind of country I have been describing extended northward from
us as far as Assche--perhaps much further, but of that I know
not--and eastward to Brussels. Towards the south the round hills
gradually gave place to longer slopes and plateaux, and the woods
became less frequent, but the villages were numerous, with the same
careful cultivation everywhere. Toward the west, and only a few
miles distant, we were bounded by the Dender, holding its course
through extensive flat meadows covered with luxuriant crops of
hay, or affording pasturage to herds of fine cattle. Beyond the
river-valley the country assumed a different aspect: long and less
abrupt slopes; woods fewer and thinner; a total absence of hedges;
altogether presenting an aspect in many places bare and cheerless,
strongly contrasting with the lovely scenery about Strytem--if I may
call scenery lovely where we find neither rock, nor mountain, nor
precipice, nor torrent; but it is home scenery, and its character
simplicity, luxuriance, abundance, tranquillity, and repose. There
one saw the rustic dwellings of the peasantry situated in secluded
nooks, and embosomed in orchards and hop-grounds; the rural village
with its modest church low down in the rich bottom, surrounded by
smiling fields of grain or clover; a gentle rivulet slowly winding
its devious way amidst the rank luxuriance of vegetation clothing its
overhanging banks; the whole encased, as it were, by wavy heights,
crowned with thick and verdant woods. One thing, however, was wanting
to complete this picture of rural wealth and happiness--it wanted the
animating presence of domestic animals, of herds and flocks dotting
the fair surface of its fields. The farms in this country are not
large as with us; the farmer does not live in a splendid mansion,
still more splendidly furnished, nor does he idle away his time in
shooting or fox-hunting. The Flemish farmer is a plain honest rustic,
clad in homespun grey, a cotton night-cap on his head, wooden shoes
on his feet, and the everlasting short pipe in his mouth; he himself
holds the plough, guides his team, or assists in thrashing out his
grain. Ignorance of their language prevented my acquiring more
information concerning them and their affairs than what could be done
by observation of outward appearance; therefore I could neither learn
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