The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
It was in the city of Trent that I continued about eight months. The
man in whose house I quartered was exceedingly civil to me, and took a
great deal of care of me, and I lived very easy. Here I contracted a
kind of familiarity, perfectly undesigned by me, with the daughter of
the burgher at whose house I had lodged, and, I know not by what
fatality that was upon me, I was prevailed with afterwards to marry
her. This was a piece of honesty on my side which I must acknowledge I
never intended to be guilty of; but the girl was too cunning for me,
for she found means to get some wine into my head more than I used to
drink, and though I was not so disordered with it but that I knew very
well what I did, yet in an unusual height of good humour I consented to
be married. This impolitic piece of honesty put me to many
inconveniences, for I knew not what to do with this clog which I had
loaded myself with. I could neither stay with her or take her with me,
so that I was exceedingly perplexed.
The time came soon after that I was released by the cartel, and so was
obliged to go to my regiment, which then was in quarters in the
Milanese, and from thence I got leave to go to Paris, upon my promise
to raise some recruits in England for the Irish regiments, by the help
of my correspondence there. Having thus leave to go to Paris, I took a
passport from the enemy’s army to go to Trent, and making a long
circuit, I went back thither, and very honestly packed up my baggage,
wife and all, and brought her away through Tyrol into Bavaria, and so
through Suabia and the Black Forest into Alsatia; from thence I came
into Lorraine, and so to Paris.
I had now a secret design to quit the war, for I really had had enough
of fighting. But it was counted so dishonourable a thing to quit while
the army was in the field that I could not dispense with it; but an
intervening accident made that part easy to me. The war was now renewed
between France and England and Holland, just as it was before; and the
French king, meditating nothing more than how to give the English a
diversion, fitted out a strong squadron of men-of-war and frigates at
Dunkirk, on board of which he embarked a body of troops of about six
thousand five hundred men, besides volunteers; and the new king, as we
called him, though more generally he was called the Chevalier de St.
George, was shipped along with them, and all for Scotland.
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