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
From a precipice above our encampment, we could view the sea, and the
towns along the coast. It was now three years since we beheld it,
during which time our hopes and wishes had often fondly turned to our
native homes; each fresh campaign and each battle was reckoned the
precursor of our return, but ‘by expectation every day beguiled,’
we had almost begun to despair of ever beholding it again, when
our recent successes, and the sight of the ocean which encircled
the land of our birth, produced the most lively hopes and pleasing
anticipations. A more than common friendly feeling was displayed
amongst us; each saw in his comrade’s face the reflection of the joy
that animated his own heart. The mountain air braced our nerves, and
gave us a bounding elasticity of spirit, which rose superior to every
thing.
A few of us who were drawn together by congeniality of sentiment and
disposition, used to assemble and wander up among the giant cliffs
with which we were surrounded, and perching ourselves in a cranny,
would sit gazing on the ocean and ships passing, with emotions which
I have felt, but cannot describe. Its expansive bosom seemed a magic
mirror, wherein we could read our future fortune,—a happy return
from all our dangers; smiling friends, with all the early loved
associations of childhood and youth, swam before our hope-dazzled
imaginations, and we sat and sung the songs of Scotland while the
tears trickled down our cheeks. He who has never heard the melodies
of his native land sung in a foreign country, is ignorant of a
pleasure that nothing can surpass. But we were not all doomed to
realise those pleasing anticipations: many found their graves in the
valleys which we then overlooked.
Lord Wellington having prepared every thing for an attack on the
French position in the valley, on the 10th of November, about two
o’clock in the morning, we assembled, and having marched down to
the foot of the hill, on a signal given by a gun firing, the attack
commenced; that on the enemy’s left was made under the direction
of General Hill, by the second and sixth divisions, supported by a
division of Portuguese and Spaniards. Marshal Beresford commanded the
centre, consisting of our division, the fourth and seventh, supported
by a division of Spaniards.
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