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
Beyond this village, about two miles, we encamped by the road side,
and had not been long encamped, when my friend, the corporal of the
band, whom I have already mentioned, arrived, bringing with him a
child which he had found in a field under peculiar circumstances.
As he and a musician of the 83d regiment were passing along the
road, they were attracted by the piteous cries of a French officer,
who lay severely wounded in a ditch a short distance from them; he
begged for God’s sake that they would give him a drink, and as I
have already hinted, P——, always ready to follow the dictates of a
benevolent heart, gave him some wine from his canteen. It was then
dusk, but while he stooped to give the officer the wine, he perceived
something moving beneath his cloak, and on drawing it a little aside,
he found a fine boy, about four years old, dressed in the English
fashion, nestled in beside him. Taking him up in his arms, he asked
him his name, when the child replied, ‘James.’ The officer entered
into an explanation of the matter, and P—— understood enough of the
language to learn that the child came up the road during a heavy
fire, while our army and the French were engaged. The officer, who
had been wounded a little before, seeing the poor child in imminent
danger, and in the midst of his own sufferings, feeling interested
for his fate, had enticed him off the road, and kept him amused until
he fell asleep, when he wrapped him in the corner of his cloak. The
officer expressed the utmost gratitude for P——’s kindness in giving
him the wine, but he seemed to feel in parting with the child, nor
did the child seem very willing to part with him. With the view,
however, of finding out his parents, the child was brought home to
the camp, and notice being sent to the different divisions of the
army, in a few days the child’s mother arrived. Her feelings on
again finding her child, may be better imagined than described. She
stated, that having come into the town in rear of where the army were
engaged, the child had wandered from her knee while she was suckling
a younger one, and that she had searched every part of the town for
him without being able to get the least trace of the direction he had
taken, or what had become of him.
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