The History of the Rifle Brigade (the Prince Consort's Own) Formerly the 95thCope, William Henry
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The History of the Rifle Brigade (the Prince Consort's Own) Formerly the 95th
Cope, William Henry
Great Britain. Army. Rifle Brigade (Prince Consort's Own)
During the early part of the 19th the Regiment continued at rest on
the ground of their bivouack; but in the afternoon (with the rest
of the Division) they were suddenly called to arms, and commenced
a movement to the right, in order to defeat Marmont’s plan of
interrupting our communications with Salamanca. During this march
the enemy cannonaded sharply, and one shot knocked off the head of
a Rifleman, who had but just joined. When night put a stop to the
march and the firing, the Regiment lay by their arms, close to the
enemy’s columns. On the morning of the 20th no enemy was to be seen;
as Marmont had moved forward to turn Lord Wellington’s right flank;
and some intervening ground hid his troops from the Riflemen; they
were put in motion and soon came in sight and in close proximity to
them. Thus they marched as they had done on the two preceding days
with all the regularity of a barrack-square drill, parallel to the
enemy, and close to him. There was a short halt in the afternoon to
refresh the men: for the heat was sultry, and the dust suffocating.
With this exception they continued to march till a late hour in the
evening.
On the 21st they again started at dawn, and continued to march as
before till about two o’clock, when they halted near the village of
Villa Moresco. A little before dark they were again in motion; and
they forded the Tormes about two miles above Salamanca. The river
here was very deep, and the men were nearly up to their shoulders.
Hardly had they got across when rain began to fall in torrents;
the night grew suddenly dark; the lightning flashed with unusual
vividness, and played on the men’s arms; and the thunder crashed so
close and so loud, that scared horses broke from their picquet-ropes,
and rushed into the ranks of the enemy. In this turmoil the Riflemen
groped their way through the murky night, up to their knees in mud,
to their bivouack in a field not far from the Tormes; where they lay
by their arms, without any shelter from the rain which fell heavily
and incessantly during the whole night.
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