The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and IIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and II
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
It may easily be imagined that the tidings I had received did not
reconcile me greatly to the mad folly of Genlis, and I began the march
on the following morning out of spirits and out of humour; but the
march of the whole force, the negligence and vain confidence with
which Genlis conducted it, made a great addition to my discomfort. At
length we came to a small stream, over which it was necessary to
construct a bridge; and seeing, from the disarray of the whole force,
that, if attacked at that moment by an enemy of one half our strength,
we might be absolutely cut to pieces, I caused my men to seize upon
the tower of an old church, which had before been pierced for
musketry, and which, while the rest were busy at the bridge, I took
some pains to strengthen, having an impression on my mind that we
should meet with a check.
When the bridge was concluded we again began our advance, and entered
a little wood, through which we straggled rather than marched. We had
scarcely passed it, however, when a party which had been thrown
forward was driven in, with a strong body of men-at-arms at their
heels. I charged and broke the Spanish men-at-arms. But it now became
evident that a trap had been laid for us: a tremendous fire was opened
upon my men from a bed of osiers that flanked the ground; charge after
charge of the enemy's cavalry took place; and, overwhelmed by numbers,
as well as taken unaware, after maintaining a hopeless combat for near
an hour and a half, we were obliged to fly as best we could. Genlis,
it must be said, did all that courage, and skill, and coolness could
do to remedy his former faults, but in vain. He himself was taken in
endeavouring to cover the retreat of the infantry; and all I could do
was to bring off a part--a very small part--of my own men, with one
piece of artillery.
I was hotly pursued, however, and had no time to destroy the bridge.
My only resource was to throw myself into the church, and defend it as
long as possible. What I had done in the morning now proved my
salvation. The cavalry who followed kept us blockaded during the whole
of that night and a part of the next day, but they could not remain
long enough to starve us out; we kept them at a distance with our
firearms, and a small body of musketeers who joined them were driven
back with loss.
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