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
would be quite impassable, are repaired, as in Russia, Poland,
and America, by laying logs transversely, and covering them with
brushwood, and then earth; but these, after a little weathering and
wear and tear, become absolutely dangerous from horses slipping in
between the logs, sometimes up to the shoulder.
This was one of the drawbacks upon our enjoyment in this otherwise
pleasant country; and, having confessed as much, I may as well
admit that there were a few others which prevented us from living
in a state of absolute and unalloyed happiness. One grievance was
the cheapness of gin--a villanous kind of spirit manufactured in
the country, and on which a man could get “royal” for twopence; for
though our men were really fine fellows and generally very steady
soldiers, yet, like other Englishmen, they could not resist a social
glass nor avoid its consequences; and, indeed, if excuse it be,
they were in a measure driven to the use of this pernicious spirit
by the execrable quality of all the beer in the country, which more
resembled a mixture of cow-dung and water than anything else. The
sale of this poison took place in a small cabaret near the church,
which was usually thronged with our people every evening after
stable-hour; and, strange to say, where they mixed most sociably with
the boors, to my no small astonishment. It is a curious fact, that
upon inquiry at the sergeant-major how they could understand each
other, he replied that the Yorkshire, Lancashire, and Lincolnshire
men, who spoke very broad, could make themselves understood pretty
well, and in like manner could comprehend the Flemish of their boon
companions. Quarrels would sometimes arise in this _tabagie_, which
occasioned a temporary derangement of our tranquil life. But that
was a trifle to another grievance which stuck to us incessantly, and
was the most serious drawback we endured during our sojourn in the
valley of Strytem. I allude to the infernal and eternal frog-concert
that nightly disturbed our rest more or less, and kept us in a
constant state of irritability. For a few days we bore this curse
very philosophically, then began to war against the wretches by
pelting them with stones, firing at them with small-shot, beating
the water with poles, &c. &c., but all to no purpose, for though we
killed them by scores, yet did their numbers never appear to thin
nor their detestable “quoah, quoah” to lessen in intensity. Then we
made the wheeler construct a raft, and with this some one was always
cruising and slaying, yet still no alleviation to the evil. A council
was held, and it was determined that nothing short of draining the
moat would avail, and therefore drained it should be. Curiosity had
some hand in this decision, for we had heard that the moat contained
the largest carp ever seen--a fish several feet in length, and
weighing I know not what. The old gardener, when acquainted with our
resolve and ordered to make the necessary preparations, was perfectly
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