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
A considerable time before daylight we were again ordered to fall
in, and proceeded on our retreat. The rain still continued to fall,
and the roads were knee deep. Many men got fatigued and unable to
proceed. Some spring waggons were kept in the rear to bring them up,
but the number increased so fast that there was soon no conveyance
for them; and as we formed the rear guard, they soon fell into the
hands of the French cavalry, who hung on our rear during the whole
retreat. When we came to our halting ground, the same accommodation
awaited us as on the preceding evening. By some mismanagement the
commissary stores had been sent on with the rest of the baggage to
Roderigo, and we were without food. The feeling of hunger was very
severe. Some beef that had remained with the division was served
out to us, but our attempts to kindle fires with wet wood was quite
abortive. Sometimes, indeed, we managed to raise a smoke, and numbers
gathered round, in the vain hope of getting themselves warmed,
but the fire would extinguish in spite of all their efforts. Our
situation was truly distressing; tormented by hunger, wet to the
skin, and fatigued in the extreme, our reflections were bitter; the
comfortable homes and firesides which we had left were now recalled
to mind, and contrasted with our present miserable situation; and
during that night many a tear of repentance and regret fell from
eyes, ‘unused to the melting mood.’
About the same hour as on the preceding morning, we again fell in
and marched off, but the effects of hunger and fatigue were now
more visible. A savage sort of desperation had taken possession
of our minds, and those who had lived on the most friendly terms
in happier times, now quarrelled with each other, using the most
frightful imprecations on the slightest offence. All former feeling
of friendship was stifled, and a misanthropic spirit took possession
of every bosom. The streams which fell from the hills were swelled
into rivers, which we had to wade, and vast numbers fell out, among
whom were officers, who, having been subject to the same privation,
were reduced to the most abject misery.
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