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
regiment, in the most difficult parts of the road—at the same time,
inducing the other officers to follow his example. Often when he saw
an individual failing, through want of strength, he has taken off his
liquor flask and given it to the poor fellow to drink, saying, ‘Don’t
let your spirits down, my man; you will soon get strength, and be
able to keep up with the best of them; none of them shall have to say
that you fell to the rear.’
He had a most extensive and thorough knowledge of his profession,
added to an acquaintance with most of the European languages. When
he came into camp he was never a moment idle, either reconnoitreing
the enemy’s position, or drawing charts of the roads, &c. He scarcely
allowed himself to rest, and was always up an hour or two before
the bugle sounded; but he would never allow the men to be disturbed
before the proper time. ‘No,’ said he, ‘let the poor fellows get all
the rest they can.’ _But then_ he expected them to be alert; officers
and men, without distinction, were obliged to be in their respective
places at once without delay—all his motions were double-quick—and he
detested nothing so much as laziness.
General Picton, who had joined from England a considerable time
before, again commanded the division. To judge from appearance, no
one would have suspected him of humour; yet he often indulged in
it: his wit was generally, however, of the satirical kind. On this
advance, a man belonging to one of the regiments of the brigade who
was remarkable for his mean, pilfering disposition, had on some
pretence lingered behind his regiment when they marched out to the
assembling ground, and was prowling about from one house to another
in search of plunder. General Picton, who was passing through,
happened to cast his eye upon him, and called out, ‘What are you
doing there, sir? Why are you behind your regiment?’ The man, who
did not expect to see the general in the village, had not an answer
very ready, but he stammered out an excuse, saying, ‘I came back to
the house where I was quartered to look for my gallowses,’ (braces.)
‘Ay, I see how it is,’ replied the general; ‘get along, sir, to your
division, and take my advice—always keep the word _gallows_ in your
mind.’
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