Narrative of a Private Soldier in His Majesty's 92d Regiment of FootBillany, George
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Narrative of a Private Soldier in His Majesty's 92d Regiment of Foot
Billany, George
Great Britain -- History, Military -- 1789-1820; Soldiers -- Biography; Soldiers -- Religious life
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betwixt us and them was a wet bog; and the commander of the cavalry told
our commanding officer, that if he advanced, the cavalry would not be
able to act in such marshy ground as that before us. The fog again
covered us, so that we could not see them, and a gust of wind, with a
shower of rain, induced us to stand still. The insurgents then gave a
loud cheer, and then a second, and they began a third; but it died away,
and was not so full or loud as the others. We expected to be instantly
attacked, as this was their signal of attack. They, however, had
imagined that we were much stronger than what we were; and being
terrified by the suddenness of our appearance, in place of coming
forward to attack, they fled in great haste down the opposite side of
the hill. We stood in uncertainty for some time, as we could see
nothing; then hearing the fire of two guns, we moved in that direction,
and got out of the fog, and descended the hill on the side opposite to
that which we had ascended. We then learned that the insurgents had gone
down the hill; and, having fallen in with another division of the army,
had come upon them before they could get fully formed, and had come
close to the guns, when they were fired upon and repulsed. It had been
arranged, that different bodies of troops should have mounted the hill
on opposite sides at the same time; but we had been sooner than the
others, which disarranged the plan. The insurgents continued to fly, the
cavalry went forward in pursuit, and we followed with all possible
haste. When we reached the foot of the hill, I saw four of the
insurgents lying dead. We continued to march with great haste, and
frequently changed our route. We heard firing at no great distance; but
the parties were always gone before we came up. The road was strewed
with old clothes, oatmeal, oat bread, and dough, thrown away by the
insurgents in their flight. The dragoons killed a great number of them
in the fields. The insurgents, in their flight, fell in with some
baggage belonging to some of the other divisions; attacked the guard,
and killed and wounded several, before the rest of the army could come
to their assistance; the insurgents were then totally dispersed, and a
great many killed and wounded; but our regiment never could arrive in
time to take share in any of the actions. Several women were among the
dead, who were shot in the ranks of the insurgents. We had a most
fatiguing march, of upwards of thirty Irish miles. In the evening we
arrived at the town of Gorey, as did also two other divisions of the
army.
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