The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Great Britain. Army. Gordon Highlanders -- Fiction; Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Fiction
"What is going on in advance?" asked the major. "Are ours engaged?"
"I have little doubt that they are: Cameron never lags behind, you know.
I was left in the rear at Albuquerque on duty, and am now hurrying
forward to join the 13th, who belong to Long’s cavalry brigade. They
are now driving a party of plundering French out of La Nava: you will
have a view of the whole affair when you gain the top of the hill. But
I must not delay here: adieu!" and dashing the spurs into his horse, he
disappeared behind the ruinous castle.
"Forward, men! double quick. Let us gain the head of the brae," cried
Campbell, urging forward with cudgel and spur a miserable Rosinante,
which he had procured at Lisbon.
Carrying their muskets at the long trail, the Highlanders advanced with
that quick trot so habitual to the Scottish mountaineers, which soon
brought them beneath the grass-grown battlements and mouldering towers
of Zagala, from the eminence of which they now had an extensive view to
the southward.
The horizon extended to about six or eight leagues, and all within that
ample circle was waste and barren land, where the plough had been
unknown for an age, and where nought seemed to flourish but weeds and
little laurel-bushes. There was no trace of habitation around the
plain, but far off appeared the deserted village of La Nava, near a
leafless cork wood, the bare boughs presenting but a poor back ground to
roofless walls and solitary rafters. There was something chilling in so
dreary a prospect, but most of the plains in the same province present a
similar aspect, because in no part of Spain is agriculture more
neglected than in Estremadura. It was early in the spring of the year,
and traces of vegetation were becoming visible; the wood near La Nava
was, as I have said, bare and leafless, but a few stunted shrubs by the
way-side gave signs of budding. The ruddy sun was setting in the west
behind the lofty Sierra de Montanches, the dark ridges of which rose
behind the high city and castled rock of Albuquerque: the sky in every
direction was of a clear cold blue, save around the sun, where large
masses of gold and purple clouds seemed resting on the curved outline of
the mountains, over which and through every opening the rays fell
aslant, and were reflected by the arms of the troops who occupied the
level plain, over which shone the long line of its setting splendour.
From the height of Zagala they beheld the operations in front.
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