The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular WarAnonymous
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The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular War
Anonymous
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
My furlough having expired, I returned to England, and
landed at Liverpool, in the winter of 1814; which was remarkable
for one of the hardest frosts known in this country
for many preceding years. I received orders from the
paymaster to proceed to Kent, with a party of recruits
destined for that district; and as most of the young fellows
were rude and unruly, and strangers to military restraint,
it required no common share of firmness, tempered with
189discretion properly to conduct and manage them. I arrived,
without missing a man, in the vicinity of Maidstone. Just
before entering the town, one of the most ungovernable
of the squad contrived to dip his hands in mischief; nor
was his mouth entirely guiltless. Having run up a score
at one of the road-side inns, for liquors had and drunk, he
was unable to pay the reckoning; when being minus of
ready cash, he proposed leaving some valuable equivalent
in the hands of the landlord, as a temporary deposit, to be
shortly redeemed; this consisted of a bundle, containing,
he averred, much valuable property. We had not proceeded
far on our journey, when poor Boniface came running after
us, stating that on opening the package it contained nothing
but a few worthless rags. Meantime the shuffler, apprehensive
of detection and no doubt conscience-stricken, had
purposely out-walked us, and was considerably in advance
when the plaintiff overtook us. We could only pity his
sad case, and preach caution for the future. The troublesome
personage just adverted to was the author of more
mischief. At our next halt, under the influence, it is probable,
of the late excesses, he quarrelled with the servants
in the house; and being a powerful man, of about six feet
two inches in height, soon cleared the public room of its
inmates; getting into the street, he threw off his coat, and
gave a general challenge for a fight. The invitation was
properly rejected; and, like many other violent spirits, he
was eventually subdued, and marched quietly to quarters.
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