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
began to eat; but still every mouthful required a little of the water;
and I wished to be fully satisfied, before leaving the place, that I
might not be under the necessity of drinking any of what I was carrying
away. The water was white and muddy, but not thick; it was in a part of
what had been the bed of a canal, or had been hollowed out by torrents
coming from the heights in the winter season, across the mouth of which
a bank had been thrown, which prevented the water from running into the
lake, to which it was near. Having satisfied my thirst, I returned with
a load of water to my comrades, to whom it was as acceptable as it had
been to myself. We remained until near sun-set in the same position; and
as the whole army was within reach of the enemy's shot, he continued
less or more to cannonade us. When our regiment got on their feet and
began to move, they fired at us from two of their heaviest guns. One of
the balls rebounded from the ground, nearly killed our Major, and passed
through the ranks: those opposite to it saw it, and were so fortunate as
to make an opening, through which it passed without touching any one.
By sun-set the army took up its position on the heights from which the
enemy had been driven on the morning, with our right to the sea, and our
left to the canal that separated Lake Maadie from the bed of Lake
Marcotis.--As soon as our position was adjusted, and we had liberty to
pile our arms, the cry was for more water; and as I had been sent for it
before, and knew where it was to be found, I was sent along with others.
It was dusk before we reached the spot, which now presented a confused
but interesting scene. The cavalry and artillery horses, which had been
all day without water, were now there, and had gone into it with their
feet, where they were greedily drinking. This had stirred up the mud,
and made the water a perfect puddle; near the edge it was as thick as
paste. We had therefore to wade in among the horses to where it was
deeper; so that here were men and horses, standing promiscuously, knee
deep in the water, trying as it were which could drink fastest. By the
time I got my canteens filled, it was pretty dark; and, owing to the
confusion, as I could not see, I had great difficulty in finding the
regiment.
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