The Adventures of Captain John Patterson: With Notices of the Officers, &c. of the 50th, or Queen's Own Regiment from 1807 to 1821Patterson, John
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The Adventures of Captain John Patterson: With Notices of the Officers, &c. of the 50th, or Queen's Own Regiment from 1807 to 1821
Patterson, John
Great Britain. Army. Queen's Own Royal West Kent Regiment; Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
Sir David Baird was most indefatigable in his exertions, riding with
the column, passing along both flanks,[11] urging on the weary troops,
at the same time keeping them in their ranks, and, by his orders and
presence, enforcing upon the officers the necessity of attending
minutely to every point of duty. Where the roads were broken up by the
rapid mountain streams, he took post near the stepping-stones, laid by
former travellers across the brooks, compelling all without exception
to pass on through the water, however deep it might be, in order that
no delay or impediment should obstruct the movements of the army.--He
was equally vigilant to frustrate any attempt to plunder, and, in many
cases, he made the officer stand at the door of the wine house, to
stop the admission of those men, who might fall out with that
intention upon the line of march. A more intrepid soldier I have never
seen. Of powerful stature, with a bold stern aspect, he bore in his
sunburnt countenance the indication of a mind equally strong and
vigorous as his body, and wherever he was stationed, military
discipline was carried on with a degree of strictness, worthy alone of
such a warlike and determined man.
[11] While Sir David Baird and his satellites were bustling
about from one flank to another, driving every one through
the water without mercy, several of the knowing hands
devised sundry schemes to cross the chasm dryshod; some
would take a run for it, and with a hop, step and a jump get
safe past the rubicon; others, in the vain attempt, were
baulked half way, and, splashing on, encountered the frigid
element. But, to the men, it was the best sport imaginable,
to see some mighty precise and finical dandy, who, as
unwilling as a cat to wet his feet, was most cautiously
picking his steps, completely discomfited by the coming up
of Sir David in a rage, who, reprimanding him in no very
gentle tones, would send the poor shivering exquisite to
perambulate the stream, to the no small chagrin of our hero,
and to the delight of the whole brigade. The equestrians
and gentlemen of the staff were, in general, not over
compassionate; but, chuckling up in their comfortable
saddles, joined in the general outcry of merriment, and in
their capacity of whippers in resumed their occupation.
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