The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3) — John Shaqi
The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
As the paymaster of the regiment was riding with the rear-guard,
Quentin lost no time in placing in his hands a sufficient number of
those gold moidores that were found in the repositories of the late
Corporal Raoul, of the 24th Chasseurs a Cheval (the spoil so
liberally shared with him by Ribeaupierre), for the purpose of having
them transmitted by bill or otherwise to the quartermaster at
Rohallion, to repay the good man for the forty pounds he had placed
at his disposal on the night he left the castle to return no more;
and the fact of this debt being off his conscience made his spirit
more buoyant than ever.
They were now marching through the province of Alentejo, the land of
wine and oil, the granary of Portugal. Long-bearded goats and great
bristly swine were to be seen in all the pastures, but few or no
horned cattle. Proceeding on a line parallel with the Spanish
frontier, they passed through the fortified town of Alegrete, which
is moated round by the small river Caia, and there each regiment made
its first brief halt for a few minutes before pushing on to Azumar,
some fourteen miles from Portalegre, where the division was to pass
the night.
Those halts on the line of march were so brief that the bugles of the
leading corps always sounded the advance when those of the rear were
sounding the halt--ten minutes being the utmost time allotted.
On reaching Azumar, the lieutenant-general with his staff, and the
colonels of corps, found quarters in the castle of the counts of that
name, while the rest of the troops remained without the walls of the
town.
The night was fine for the season, and clear and starry; a pinkish
flush, that lingered beyond the summits of the Sierra Alpedriera to
the westward, showed where the November sun had set. Tents were
pitched for the whole force; but, before turning in for the night,
Captain Askerne, Monkton, and other Borderers, preferred to sup in a
cosy nook, sheltered by a ruined vineyard wall and a group of
gigantic chestnuts, under which their servants had lighted a rousing
fire of dry branches and wood, hewn down by the pioneers' hatchets.
Each added the contents of his havresack to the common stock of the
party, and in the same fraternal fashion they shared the contents of
their canteens, flasks, and bottles; thus various kinds of liquor,
wine--brandy, and aguardiente, were contributed. What the repast
lacked in splendour or delicacy was amply made up for by good humour
and jollity, and to those who had an eye for the picturesque, that
element was not wanting.
In the foreground the red glaring fire cast its light on the
soldierly fellows we have introduced to the reader, as they sat or
lounged on the grass in their regimental greatcoats, or cloaks of
blue lined with scarlet, and their swords and belts beside them. The
great chestnut trees were well-nigh leafless now, and with the rough
masonry of the old wall, coated with heavily-leaved vine and ivy,
formed a background.
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