Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; War stories
Beyond us was some field artillery; and
further on, so we were told by a staff-officer, another brigade, which
was to make up a division with ours. After more delays the line began
to move, but not forwards; our route was towards the north-west, and
a sort of suspicion of the state of affairs flashed across my mind.
Horsham was already occupied by the enemy’s advance-guard, and we were
to fall back on Leith Common, and take up a position threatening his
flank, should he advance either to Guildford or Dorking. This was soon
confirmed by what the colonel was told by the brigadier and passed
down the ranks; and just now, for the first time, the boom of artillery
came up on the light south breeze. In about an hour the firing ceased.
What did it mean? We could not tell. Meanwhile our march continued. The
day was very close and sultry, and the clouds of dust stirred up by
our feet almost suffocated us. I had saved a soda-water-bottleful of
yesterday’s claret; but this went only a short way, for there were many
mouths to share it with, and the thirst soon became as bad as ever.
Several of the regiment fell out from faintness, and we made frequent
halts to rest and let the stragglers come up. At last we reached the
top of Leith Hill. It is a striking spot, being the highest point in
the south of England. The view from it is splendid, and most lovely did
the country look this summer day, although the grass was brown from the
long drought. It was a great relief to get from the dusty road on to
the common, and at the top of the hill there was a refreshing breeze.
We could see now, for the first time, the whole of our division. Our
own regiment did not muster more than 500, for it contained a large
number of Government office men who had been detained, like Danvers,
for duty in town, and others were not much larger; but the militia
regiment was very strong, and the whole division, I was told, mustered
nearly 5,000 rank and file. We could see other troops also in extension
of our division, and could count a couple of field-batteries of Royal
Artillery, besides some heavy guns, belonging to the volunteers
apparently, drawn by cart-horses. The cooler air, the sense of numbers,
and the evident strength of the position we held, raised our spirits,
which, I am not ashamed to say, had all the morning been depressed.
It was not that we were not eager to close with the enemy, but that
the counter-marching and halting ominously betokened a vacillation of
purpose in those who had the guidance of affairs. Here in two days the
invaders had got more than twenty miles inland, and nothing effectual
had been done to stop them. And the ignorance in which we volunteers,
from the colonel downwards, were kept of their movements, filled us
with uneasiness. We could not but depict to ourselves the enemy as
carrying out all the while firmly his well-considered scheme of attack,
and contrasting it with our own uncertainty of purpose. The very
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