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
We entered the town on the 5th, and next day, which was Sunday, the
garrison was taken to the church, to attend divine service. The Dutch
congregation had been dismissed; but their minister, and a number of
others, remained, to be a witness of our service. The church was large,
and of Gothic structure, and had the largest and most highly ornamented
organ I ever saw. The enemy had received reinforcements the day before,
and he commenced an attack upon the positions of the army, at the time
we were in the church. The prayers of the liturgy had been read, and the
minister had begun his sermon, when we began to hear the noise of cannon
at a distance; by the time the sermon was ended, the firing of cannon
had approached nearer the town and was beginning to be heavy, and the
musketry was heard to mingle in the roar; and the large organ played
Malbrouk as we left the church, to repair to our alarm posts. The action
continued to be warmly contested, until after it was dark; but the enemy
was repulsed, and fell back to his position, and one hundred and
eighty-eight prisoners were taken, and brought into Alkmaar on the
morning of the 7th.
About two o'clock in the afternoon the prisoners were assembled, and a
captain and forty men, of whom I was one, were appointed to escort them
to our former head-quarters, on the north side of the long dyke. Only
thirty of the prisoners were French; the others were Dutchmen, and had
put up the orange cockade after they were made prisoners. Numbers of
them had money, with which they procured gin before we left the town;
and they drank and sung songs (which we believed were in praise of their
former government), as we went along the road. The Frenchmen, who were
enthusiastic republicans, scorned the Dutch for putting up the orange
cockade, and kept by themselves, on the front of the party. We kept them
all in good humour, and until the fatigue of travelling had exhausted
our strength, the march of the prisoners resembled more the merry air of
a wedding procession, than of that gloom which the thought of their
being under an escort of their enemies, and on the way to a prison in a
foreign land, might naturally be expected to produce. It continued to
rain upon us the greater part of the way, this, with the deepness of the
roads and the length of the journey, fatigued us exceedingly, and
scattered us into parties; yet, notwithstanding of this, and although a
great part of the journey was performed after it was dark, and although
the prisoners were in their own country, none of them attempted to
escape. When we had delivered them over to another guard, to watch them
through the night, we retired to rest in the expectation of returning to
Alkmaar next day, but we were surprised to hear in the morning, that the
army was retreating; and in a few hours, the various divisions arrived
and resumed the positions they had occupied previous to the battle of
the 2d.
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