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
impression upon my mind; death was becoming familiar to me, and I looked
at it with a careless indifference. When the boat reached the shore I
was carried to the Hutts hospital; which was a building upon a height,
erected by the French to serve as barracks to their troops stationed at
Aboukir.
It was formed of the trunks of date trees split down the middle; the
ends were sunk into the ground; the flat side of one tree was turned
outwards, and the flat side of the next inwards, and so alternately, the
round edges being made to overlap each other, and the crevices filled
with plaster lime. It was roofed in the same manner. A great many bats
had formed their nests in the holes, where the roof rested upon the
upright posts.--Here I was well taken care of; so that by the mercy of
God, the inflammation subsided, and in sixteen days the putrid flesh was
wholly cleaned away, leaving a pretty large orifice. A part of the
tendon of the heel seemed to have been eaten away by the inflammation,
but the damage did not appear to be very serious, and it began to heal
rapidly.
While in this place, a small scorpion had got into my haversack, and as
I put my hand into it to get some bread it stung me in the point of my
thumb. This sensation resembled that which is produced by the sting of a
bee, but the pain was more violent, and lasted for twenty-four hours
before it subsided, but was attended by no other bad consequence.
The regiment to which I belonged, being at this time encamped at
Aboukir, made an offer to accommodate their own wounded men, as the
general hospital was crowded. This offer was accepted, and those that
were in a condition to be moved were sent to the regimental hospital. I
remained a day or two there; but, being healthy, and my wound likely to
heal soon, I was removed to the convalescent tents, which, on account of
some cases of fever in the regimental hospital, were at some distance.
There I was left to dress my wound myself, which continued to mend, but
not so rapidly as before. That dreadful calamity, the plague, made its
first appearance at the Hutts hospital about the time that I left it;
and, a few days afterwards, a corporal went with a party and buried a
surgeon and two women in one hole, and seven others in another, that had
already fallen victims to it.
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