Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b kept throughout the campaign of 1815Mercer, Cavalié
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Journal of the Waterloo campaign, vol. 2 (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
lost, when suddenly riding out upon an open I saw several peasants,
male and female, at work near a _bergerie_,[17] which occupied the
centre of the place. I rode forward to inquire my way, when lo! down
went hoes, and away went men, women, and dogs as fast as their legs
could carry them into the neighbouring woods, leaving me as much at
a loss to account for their fright, as to which of the many roads
(_forest_) diverging hence I should take to extricate myself from my
dilemma. As the English nowhere inspire terror, these people must
have taken me for a Prussian hussar, from my pelisse and enormous
mustache. As no information was to be procured, I had nothing left
but to push on and take my chance. I had not ridden far when the
ground began to descend (I had been travelling on an elevated
plateau), the thickets and wood became thinner and more scattered,
and below me I saw several farmhouses. From subsequent inspection
of the map, this must have been La Selle de St Cloud. I rode up to
the first substantial-looking house, tied my horse up in a shed,
and without ceremony marched into the kitchen, where the mistress
and her maids were busily employed in their household concerns. My
entrance did not in the least disconcert them, or even occasion them
any apparent surprise: they entered gaily into conversation without
for a minute interrupting their work. No running away here. I was
very hungry, but, _malgré_ the opulent appearance of the house, the
good lady could give me nothing but bread (sour, as usual), some
very fine cherries, and delicious milk. For this she would accept
no remuneration, but her maids thankfully accepted the trifle I
offered them for their trouble. I found that my deviation from the
direct road to Versailles had not been great; and having received
instructions for my future progress, and taken leave of my kind
hostess, I once more plunged into a forest, from which, however,
I soon emerged upon a cultivated country sprinkled with farms
and villages, and very agreeably diversified with hill, dale, and
woodland. At last the palace of Versailles, overtopping the trees and
buildings in its neighbourhood, burst upon me with imposing grandeur,
and I soon after entered the town.
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