Recollections of the eventful life of a soldierDonaldson, Joseph
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Recollections of the eventful life of a soldier
Donaldson, Joseph
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives
In this place we were in the habit of turning out of the town during
the night, and lying under arms in the field; in the day we occupied
the village, still wearing our accoutrements. Fuel was uncommonly
scarce; the inhabitants in the best of times, having only the
prunings of their vines for that purpose, and we were obliged to cook
our victuals with stubble. While here there was an understanding, I
believe, between both armies, that each should have the use of the
river without molestation, and our men and the French used to swim in
it promiscuously, mixing together, and at times bringing brandy and
wine with them, for the purpose of treating each other; but though
thus friendly to our men, the French soldiers studiously avoided
coming near the Portuguese, whom they knew by the dark colour of
their skin. This friendly feeling between our soldiers and the French
was remarkably displayed during the whole war, whenever we were
brought in position close to each other, or either party were taken
prisoners, and it could only be accounted for by the respect excited
by the bravery of each nation, and a similar generosity of sentiment,
for in this the French were not deficient. How different were our
feelings in this respect from many of our countrymen at home, whose
ideas of the French character were drawn from servile newspapers
and pamphlets, or even from so low a source as the caricatures in
print shops; but I myself must confess, in common with many others,
that I was astonished when I came in contact with French soldiers,
to find them, instead of pigmy, spider-shanked wretches, who fed on
nothing but frogs and beef tea, stout, handsome-looking fellows, who
understood the principles of good living, as well as any Englishman
amongst us; and whatever may be said to the contrary, remarkably
brave soldiers.
During the time we lay in this position, a German belonging to our
band deserted to the enemy, taking with him a horse and two mules; he
had taken them down to the river to drink, and led them through to
the opposite side, in the face of both armies; when he reached the
opposite bank, the French lifted him on their shoulders, and leading
the cattle behind him, carried him up to their camp in triumph,
cheering all the way.
From this place, in consequence of orders to that effect, we retired
upon Salamanca, followed by the enemy, and took up our position
about a mile and a half from that town, on the right bank of the
river Tormes, where we lay until the 22d July. On the evening of the
21st it came on a dreadful storm of thunder and lightning, which so
terrified the horses and mules, who were fastened to stakes in the
camp, that they broke loose and ran about in every direction, causing
great confusion.
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