The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Great Britain. Army. Gordon Highlanders -- Fiction; Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Fiction
"Ay, sir!" replied a soldier, dressed in his white shell-jacket and
kilt, as he rode a horse up to the door and dismounted.
"You are a punctual fellow. Desire Senor Raphael, the inn-keeper, to
give you a canteen full of aquardiente. Are the holsters on, the
pistols loaded, and fresh flinted?"
"A’s richt, sir," replied the groom, raising his hand to his flat
bonnet.
"I will see you again, lads, when we get under arms in the morning,"
said Campbell, enveloping himself in an immense blue cloak.
"How, major! Are you so fond of bivouacking, that you mean to sleep
with the out-picquets?"
"Not quite, Alister; but I mean to finish the night at Fassifern’s
billet, and fight our battles and broils in Egypt over again for the
entertainment of his host, a rich old canon, who is said to have in his
cellars some of the best wine on this side the peak of Ossian."[*]
[*] A high peak of the Pyrennean mountains.
"Do not forget, senor, to make the reverend Padre’s borachio-skins gush
forth like a river," said the condé. "A priest would as soon part with
his heart’s blood, as his wine to a stranger."
"I am too old a soldier to require that advice, Balthazzar," said
Campbell, wrapping his mantle around his gigantic figure, which the
Spaniard surveyed with a stare of surprise. "I regret you have not all
invitations; but be as much at home here as you can, and be careful how
you trust yourselves within any of Senor Raphael’s couches.
Peninsular—pardon, condé!—I mean Portuguese posadas are none of the most
cleanly; and if you would wish to avoid being afflicted with _sarna_ for
twelve months to come, it would be quite as safe and pleasant to repose
on the floor."
"The sarna! major," exclaimed Stuart; "what does that mean?"
"We give a less classical name for it at home in the land o’ cakes,"
said Campbell, as he descended the stair, making the place shake with
his heavy tread; "but you will discover to your cost what it means, if
you are rash enough to sleep between the sheets of any bed in the
posadas of this country."
Don Balthazzar returned next morning to rejoin Lord Wellington’s staff
at Ciudad Rodrigo.
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