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
It was then proposed to go into the town, to purchase the liquor; and
I, of course must go along with them. Four or five accompanied me to
town, and we met two or three more as if by accident. As we returned
home, they lingered behind me a little, and appeared to be consulting
about something. When they came up to me, one of them said, as I had
been so free in treating them, they could not do less than treat
me; and led the way into a public-house for that purpose. One half
pint of whisky was called in after another, all protesting that they
would be their share; but when the reckoning came to be paid, which
amounted to seven or eight shillings, each asked his neighbour to
lend him until he went up to the barracks. It turned out, however,
that none of them had any money; and it ended in a proposal that I
should pay the whole, and they would repay me on pay-day. This opened
my eyes a little. I thought I could see a great deal of meanness and
trick in their conduct; but I seemed to take no notice of it.
When night came, the room was cleared, and the forms ranged around.
An old Highlander in the room had a pair of bagpipes, which, with
two fifes, constituted our music, and when we were all assembled,
the drinking commenced, handing it round from one to another. After
a round or two, old Donald’s pipes were called for, and the men
commenced dancing with the women of the company. The stamping,
hallooing, and snapping of fingers which ensued, intermingled with
the droning sound of the bagpipes, was completely deafening. In the
confusion some of the thirsty souls took the opportunity to help
themselves out of their turn, which being observed, caused a dispute;
and the liquor being expended, a join of a shilling a man was
proposed to ‘carry on the glory.’ I was again applied to, and aided
by this fresh supply, they kept up ‘the spree’ until one o’clock in
the morning. When some of them who had got drunk began to fight,
the lights were knocked out, and pokers, tongs, and tin dishes were
flying about in every direction. At last the affair ended by the
officer of the guard sending some of them to the guard-house, and
ordering the others to bed.
Next morning I was besieged, before six o’clock, by a band of the
fellows who had got drunk the night before, begging me to treat them
to a glass to ‘heal their head.’ I felt little inclined to drink at
that hour, and expressed myself to that effect. They then asked me to
lend them money to procure it, and they would repay me on pay-day.
I gave them what they wanted, and I soon had the most of the men in
the room at me on the same errand. In the course of the day I got my
regimentals served out, and was sent to drill. After drill it was
intimated to the recruits who had lately joined, that they ought to
treat the drill sergeant, by way of propitiating his favour. While we
were talking, the sergeant who had conducted us to the regiment came
up to bid us farewell.
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