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
drowned the earnest pleadings of the good spirit, whose still small
voice was heard in my soul. I, with sudden violence, sundered these
unpleasant reflections, and madly resolved, come what would, to go
ahead. I rushed, with the utmost rapidity, from my home, and drowned
every conviction and thought that would come up in my soul, of all that
I had left behind. I soon found my cousin, and we pursued our way to
Belfast, with the utmost rapidity. How little did I then think that so
many years would elapse before I should again see that well-known spot,
and those dear friends who, in spite of my wildness and disobedience,
had loved me through all, and were unceasingly seeking my best good!
But I was now to enter another sphere of life, and be subjected to far
other influences than those to which I had been accustomed from early
childhood. I was at this time only seventeen years of age,--1810. My
comrade, like myself, was quite young. Our ideas of the happiness of
a soldier’s life were much the same; and we amused each other, on our
lonely way, by relating all the adventures either of us had ever heard,
of what was then to be our future profession. When morning came,--that
morning in which there was to be so much grief in our quiet homes,
and when the tears of my dear mother, and her groanings, were to be
again heard, for an absent son, who had stolen away,--we feared to
be recognized, by some one who might be passing, if we continued our
journey. So we stopped in an old, deserted hut, and making our simple
meal of the bread we had brought with us, we lay down and slept. About
four o’clock in the afternoon, not seeing any one near, we pursued our
way, and travelled all night. The next morning found us far from home,
among scenes and people entirely strange, and greatly fatigued by our
night’s march. We found a teamster, who was going to Belfast, and, by
much persuasion and entreaty, succeeded in persuading him to carry us
to that city. Right glad were we to rest our weary legs, and amuse
ourselves by gazing at the new and strange objects which met our eyes
as we passed along the road. We reached Belfast about sunset. Neither
of us had ever before seen so large a place as this; and we thought, as
we rode through some of its principal streets, that we never should be
weary of gazing upon its churches and public buildings, which appeared
to us so grand and beautiful.
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