Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
General
Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
"Be it known, therefore," continues the manifesto, "to all who will
remain in peaceable possession of their habitations and effects, that
they may stay in their respective dwellings, and follow their usual
occupations; and that, excepting the customs and taxes which they pay
to the King, nothing will be required of them in money or merchandise
but what is absolutely necessary for the subsistence of the army, and
that for all the provisions they bring in ready money shall be paid,
&c. Given from our headquarters at Paramé, June 7."
While the British general threatened destruction unless the peasantry
returned, the French authorities, on the other hand, threatened to
hang all who obeyed, so between them the poor Bretons were likely to
have a fine time of it.
Our troop was now ordered to accompany a regiment of foot which was
detached to Dol, a long march by steep old roads that went straight
up one hill and down another.
The day which succeeded that night of destruction at St. Servand and
St. Solidore was beautiful. The sun of June was warm and glowing,
and brightly it shone on the bluff rocks and embattled walls of St.
Malo, on the masses of charred wreck that floated by the isle of
Aaron; on the dense old forests in the foreground, the blue hills
whose wavy outline towered in the distance, and on the blue sea that
stretched away towards the shores of England; on the quaint old
chateaux of the noblesse perched on rocks that overhung the mountain
torrents, and on the picturesque hovels of their vassals that nestled
under their protection, for vassalage yet lingered in primitive
Brittany.
These poor cottages, built of rough and unhewn stone, and plastered
with mud, we generally found to be abandoned by the inhabitants at
our approach. In some places we passed stacks of slowly-burning wood
smouldering by the wayside; but the poor charcoal-burners had lied
when our drums woke the echoes of the mountain road.
"It is certainly not pleasant to find oneself in the character of an
invader!" said Charters, as we rode leisurely on.
When we proceeded further, we found the farms abandoned, the villas
deserted and stripped of all that was most valuable. Goats no longer
grazed on the heathy mountain slopes, or cattle in the verdant
meadows; all had been driven off to forest recesses, to conceal them
from us; yet never was there less mischief done to private property
by an invading force than by us on this occasion.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account