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
As we descended the hill towards the river, we passed a convent or
chapel, half way down; at the door lay an old man, who had been
killed with a musket shot, and a genteelly-dressed Portuguese was
standing beside him; he spoke to us as we passed, but we had no time
then to pay any attention to what he said. We learned after, from the
men who were following us with the baggage, that he had been hung up
by some of the French soldiers, because he would not, or could not,
show them where he had hid his money. His old father, who was lying
at the door, had been shot, and his mother’s throat cut. His sisters
had been first violated by the monsters, and then cruelly used: one
of them had her eyes blackened, and the other her arm broken. His
life was saved by the French General, who came up just as he had
been suspended, and ordered him to be cut down. Such were the tender
mercies of the French soldiery!
When we had gained the edge of the river, the French columns were
posted on the height above us. We passed the river under a heavy
fire, and proceeded to ascend the hill. We could now see that more
of our army had crossed, both to our right and left. As we advanced
up the hill, we formed line. General Picton rode up in front of us,
with his stick over his shoulder, exposed to the heavy fire of the
enemy, as composedly as if he had been in perfect safety. ‘Steady,
my lads, steady!’ said he; ‘don’t throw away your fire until I give
you the word of command.’ We were now close on them; the balls were
whizzing about our ears like hailstones. The man before me received a
shot in the head, and fell. ‘Why don’t they let us give the rascals
a volley,’ said some of the men. The left of our brigade, which was
nearest them, now opened a heavy fire; and by the time the line was
all formed, the French had taken to their heels. At this moment a
severe rain storm commenced, and darkened the air so much that we
lost sight of them completely; when the sky cleared up, they were
discovered, about a mile forward, scrambling their way over hedge and
ditch without any regularity. The ground which they had occupied now
lay before us, strewed with the dead and wounded; and the Portuguese
regiment belonging to our division were busy stripping them naked.
In this barbarous action, however, they were joined by very few of
the British. The division to our right and left had by this time
succeeded in turning the flanks of the French army; and they were now
retreating in great confusion.
After waiting under arms for some time, we were ordered to encamp on
the ground we then occupied, where we remained during that night.
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