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
Taking advantage of a moment when no one was near, I placed myself in
the tree, and, scarcely venturing to breathe, awaited the search which
I knew would be made for me. Once or twice, a soldier passed so near
that I could hear the leaves rustle against his coat. But their efforts
were fruitless. I was not discovered, and remained in my shelter until
the noise of their footsteps had died away. Then, creeping out, I ran
as fast as I could away from Navan, avoiding as much as possible the
highways, as I knew that my dress would betray me. It was necessary
that I should rid myself of it as soon as possible; but there was great
risk in doing it, as I should, of course, betray myself to the one with
whom the bargain should be effected;--and, where all were strangers,
I dared not run so great a risk. I did not wish to go home, as the
danger to which I was now exposed would be greater even than before,
and would be a source of keen distress to my mother. So I directed my
steps to my sister’s cottage, which was much nearer than my father’s.
Here I met with a kind reception, and a secure hiding-place for some
time, in return for which I bestowed the whole of my money on her. We
had many conversations as to my future course. She was very anxious
that I should give up my ideas of being a soldier, and go quietly home.
But to this I could not consent. I had, it is true, ascertained that
there were troubles in that life, as well as in others; but I still
thought that when I had once entered upon active service I should
find my lot quite different. I had as yet seen no foreign countries,
nor could I bear the idea of settling down to a steady employment. I
wanted a life of ease, excitement, and pleasure. I had heard far too
much of that intense excitement which pervades every breast when the
sound of the trumpet summons the soldier to combat, and of the glory
that follows the successful warrior, to feel willing to give it all
up. Beside, my condition was now irksome in the extreme. There was so
much danger of being recognized, that I could not feel myself safe
anywhere. A description of my person and appearance had been sent
all over the country, with the offer of the usual reward. I concluded
that, should I enlist in another part of the country, I should stand a
much better chance of not being recognized, as they would hardly look
for a deserter in the barracks. On the 3d of July, therefore, I bade
my sister a long farewell, and started out in pursuit of a regiment. I
walked all day, and at night found myself at a small town so far from
my home that I thought I might venture to stop at the inn, especially
as there seemed to be no troops near. I did so. I had eaten my supper,
and was about retiring, when I observed a list of deserters pasted up
in one of the rooms. Hastily running it over, I saw my own description
there too plainly to be mistaken. Of course, I could not remain there
for the night; and, walking leisurely to the door, I was just passing
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