The Military Adventures of Charles O'Neil: Who was a Soldier in the Army of Lord Wellington during the Memorable Peninsular War and the Continental Campaigns from 1811 to 1815 — John Shaqi
The Military Adventures of Charles O'Neil: Who was a Soldier in the Army of Lord Wellington during the Memorable Peninsular War and the Continental Campaigns from 1811 to 1815O'Neil, Charles
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The Military Adventures of Charles O'Neil: Who was a Soldier in the Army of Lord Wellington during the Memorable Peninsular War and the Continental Campaigns from 1811 to 1815
O'Neil, Charles
Barrosa, Battle of, Spain, 1811 -- Personal narratives, British; Europe -- History -- 1789-1815; O'Neil, Charles, 1793-; Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 -- Personal narratives, British
Each of us then received from him eighteen guineas, and were sent to
the barracks, as members of the 8th regiment of foot. Much elated with
what we considered our good fortune, we proceeded at once to make a
selection of our kit, as it is called. This consisted of two shirts,
two pairs of stockings, a plate, knife and fork, and a few other small
articles, the cost of which does not often exceed a guinea. A suit of
regimentals was then provided for us, by the officer of our mess, and
we soon found ourselves quite at home in our new situation. But we had
not been here long, when we began to find the old adage applicable in
our case, “All is not gold that glitters.” The drills to which we were
subjected were very tiresome to those as unaccustomed to any kind of
restraint as we were. In addition to this, as many of our troops had
deserted, we were so closely watched that we lost all the enjoyment
that I had anticipated in viewing the curiosities of the city. It
was hardly to be supposed that, unwilling as I had been to submit to
the quiet restraints of home, I should find a pleasure in the rigid
discipline of the parade-ground; and before one week had passed away,
I found myself pondering whether I could not, in some way, escape from
my regiment. Not that I intended to give up the military profession
entirely, for I still thought that in some other place I should find
the happiness I sought. Every night, after we had retired to our
quarters, I listened to the many tales my comrades were ever ready to
tell, of those who, weary of their lot as soldiers, had deserted,--of
their hair-breadth escapes, and the cruel punishment to which they
were subjected, when discovered. The very romance connected with the
undertaking, and the thrilling interest that existed in listening
to these adventures, strengthened in my mind my desire to share in
their experience. It also occurred to me that should I still wish to
continue in the service, I might go to another part of Ireland, where
I was unknown, and again receive the bounty-money offered to all
enlisting. Yet all these motives would have been insufficient, had not
an incident occurred which aroused all the independence and opposition
of my nature. I was unjustly accused of a breach of discipline, and,
in spite of my protestations of innocence, was punished for it. This
circumstance was sufficient to overcome any fear that might exist of
the consequences; and the very next day--only twelve days from the
time I had entered the service, with such glowing anticipations--an
opportunity occurred, which I determined not to lose. Close to the
parade-ground was a small shop where liquor was sold, and which was
much patronized by the soldiers. Into this shop I saw an old clothes
man enter, and immediately followed him. Having ordered a pint of
porter for him, I asked him if he would be willing to exchange his old
and ragged clothes for my new suit. He said he would, and informed me
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