Recollections of the eventful life of a soldier — John Shaqi
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
that this disappointment would have rendered me more cautious in
forming opinions from the same source—but no! Indeed, it was ever my
misfortune to pay dearly for my experience, and to profit little by
that of others.
CHAPTER II.
I found few boys of my own age, who entered into my notions. One,
indeed, I did find equally extravagant, and we were scarcely ever
separate. Tired of living under the control of our parents, we
determined to make a bold push at independence. We mustered as much
money as bought the sixteenth of a lottery ticket. In the interval
between buying and drawing—how we did dream! It never entered our
minds that we would get less than the share of a prize of £30,000;
and, of course, the disposal of the cash was the constant theme of
our conversation. At last the wished for day arrived, on which we
were to receive intelligence of the fate of our ticket. We did not
go to inquire concerning it until night. With hearts fluttering with
apprehension, we went to the shop where we had bought it. I would
not go in, but sent in my companion. I durst scarcely look after
him. To such an intense pitch of interest was my mind wrought up,
that the criminal on his trial for some capital crime could not
wait with more dreadful anxiety for the verdict of the jury, than
I did for my companion to come out. He did come, but I was afraid
to look him in the face, lest I should read disappointment in it.
I waited for him to speak, but his tongue refused its office. I at
last ventured to look in his face, and there I read the truth. Had
he spoken and told me it was a blank, I might have doubted him, and
thought he only joked me; but I could never doubt the expression of
despair which I saw there depicted. Not a word was exchanged, we
walked on in stupified vexation. After wandering about for some time
unconscious of where we were going, he at last burst into tears. I
could have willingly joined him, but I suspected that something else
preyed on his mind. On asking him what distressed him so much, he
said that part of the money with which he had purchased his share of
the lottery ticket was the balance of an account, due to his father,
which he had received without his knowledge. He depended on the
receipt of his prize to pay it with interest, but now those hopes
were blasted; he could never face home—his countenance would betray
him, and his father was very severe.
He said he was determined to go to Greenock, and engage with some
merchant vessel bound to Surinam. He had an uncle a planter there,
and, of course, when he should arrive, there would be no danger of
him; his uncle would procure his discharge from the ship, and the
result, that he would become a gentleman. I listened eagerly to this.
We had often expatiated on the pleasure of seeing foreign countries,
and I resolved to accompany him, not doubting but his uncle would
provide for me also, for his sake. Any thing like adventure was
always welcome to me, and my mind was soon decided.
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