Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
In a speech recently made in Parliament, His Majesty observed "that
the late success of his ally in Germany had given a happy turn to his
affairs, which it would be necessary to improve."
The loyal Commons took the hint and liberally granted new supplies,
both for the service of Frederick of Prussia, who was then at
hostilities with the French monarch, and for enabling the army in
Hanover to co-operate with him vigorously; and war having two years
before been declared against France, an expedition--of which we were
to form part--was prepared for a descent upon the coast of that
country.
We were detached from the regiment, and ordered from Maidenhead to
Southsea Common, where we were encamped and brigaded with the light
troops of other dragoon corps, for instruction in the Prussian
exercise; and I may state without vanity that the light troop of the
Greys in aspect, mount, and discipline, were allowed by those who saw
them far to excel every other in the camp.*
* "The _flower_ of the Hussars is the troop commanded by Captain
Lindsay, quartered at Maidenhead, where they have been practising the
Prussian exercise, and for some days have been digging large trenches
and leaping over them; also leaping high hedges with broad ditches on
the other side. Their captain on Saturday last swam his horse over
the Thames and back again, and the whole troop were yesterday to swim
the river."--_Weekly Journal_, May 23, 1758.
Resolved to rise in the service by my own merit alone, I strained
every energy to become master of my drill in all its principles and
theory. The sword or foil was never out of my hand when I could find
an antagonist; thus I became an expert swordsman, as well as an
excellent horseman, and a decidedly good average shot with pistol or
carbine. With either, I would put a bullet through a common playing
card, when passing it on the ground at full gallop. This devotion to
my profession, and my rapid progress did not fail to recommend me to
Captain Lindsay, a brave and high-spirited officer, to whom we were
all devoted. He was a handsome fellow too, and generous as a
prince--to use a common phrase--especially when on service, sharing
whatever he possessed with his men.
It was while here under canvas, working hard, drilling, trenching and
ditching, teaching myself and my horse--a noble grey, sixteen hands
high, and a model of temper and courage--to swim when fully
accoutred, that in a tavern near the camp, an old, tattered, and
liquor-stained copy of the "Weekly Journal" one evening fell in my
way. Books, periodicals, and papers were then almost unknown in camp
and barracks, though the gallant General Wolfe had striven hard to
encourage the formation of regimental libraries, and since I had
donned the red coat, I had neglected everything connected with
literature, save a French grammar, of which during my scanty leisure
hours, or when on guard, I laboured hard to make myself master.
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