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
After a stay of a few days here, we removed to Cadaciera in the
same line of position, which extended from the Tagus to the sea. We
had not long taken up our quarters in the village, where our whole
brigade was, when a peasant entered it, driving a flock of sheep
before him. In a moment, a race was made amongst them by some of the
soldiers. Others, stimulated by their example, followed; and in a few
minutes, officers and men were seen promiscuously scrambling for the
mutton. Dennis joined in the throng, and had seized one of them, at
the same moment that an officer of the Irish regiment in the brigade
made a grasp at it. ‘Give me that sheep, sir,’ said the officer in
an authoritative tone. ‘Arrah, be aisy, honey!’ said Dennis. ‘Kill a
Hessian for yourself, if you plase.’[9] The officer relinquished his
claim, and pursued another. The poor Portuguese shepherd stood like a
statue, not knowing well what to do. At last, when he found himself
relieved from all his charge, he went away, lamenting and muttering
curses on the ‘_ladrones Englese_,’[10] to make his complaint to the
general.
Soon after, a wine store was found out, and as plundering was the
order of the day, the contents of it were soon lessened. This
depredation was discovered by the men becoming intoxicated. The most
severe investigation and search took place, and those with whom any
of the stolen property was found were confined, tried by a court
martial, and flogged; but they were not the most guilty who suffered.
While we remained in this position, we were obliged to be under arms
two hours before daylight, and remain until clear day; and for a few
days after, these two hours were pretty well occupied by flogging.
Terror seems to be the only engine of rule in the army; but I am
fully persuaded in my own mind that if a more rational method were
taken, the character of the soldier in quarters would be as exemplary
as in the field.
I cannot adduce any reasonable excuse for this wanton breach of
honesty; for we were regularly supplied with rations at the time; but
I imagine that most of the men were led into it by the example set
by others, without taking time to think about the impropriety of the
action. The soldier could scarcely think that there was any harm in
the deed which an officer joined in. This was rather rare, however;
but many of them had no objection to participate in what was stolen,
which to me appeared equally blameable.
When settled in a place for any time, the brigade assembled on
Sundays for divine service. We were always in full marching order on
these occasions; and not uncommonly had a field day after it. If a
person were to judge from the hitching of knapsacks, and wry faces
that were making, during this ceremony, he would have thought the
soldiers would rather have dispensed with it; but I dare say, the
anticipation of the drill that was to follow, prevented them from
feeling much benefit from their devotions.
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