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
Every one will readily believe, that, notwithstanding the
good behaviour of their visitors, the Danes were by no
means enamoured with our company, and not a little pleased
when preparations were made for departure. We had caused
great injury to several of the finest erections in the city,
had thrown down the steeple of one of the best churches,
had created an entire suspension of commerce for a wearisome
season, and having collected as much naval property
as we could grasp, and more than we could carry, were
getting it on board the captured vessels with as much
deliberation and order as if nothing more were in hand than
41a regular shipment of purchased merchandise. The design
of the expedition having been fully executed, the troops
were re-embarked towards the end of October. On observing
the signal for sailing, the whole of the fleet prepared
to weigh and stand out to sea; and when under sail, the
almost interminable line of shipping presented an extensive
and magnificent spectacle. The first part of the homeward
voyage was performed under favourable circumstances; but
on nearing the English coast, the weather, which had been
fine, became rough and boisterous. Soon after we came in
sight of land, the regiment to which I belonged, for reasons
with which I am unacquainted, was shifted from the vessel
we had occupied to the Sirion, of seventy-four guns, one
of the Danish prizes; and though so near our destined port,
we were exposed to danger, greater perhaps than any we
had hitherto experienced. There were on board, beside the
crew, seven companies of the 43rd, amounting to nearly as
many hundred men. Just at midnight, during a gale of
wind, when all were wrapped in security, and the greater
part in slumber, the ship struck on a sand-bank. The shock
was excessively violent. Alarmed by the concussion, which
was attended by an ominous straining of the timbers, an
immediate rush was made by the soldiers below to gain the
maindeck. To prevent this dangerous intrusion, the hatches
were secured, and a strong guard appointed to keep them
from being forced. The confusion and contention that
prevailed among such a body of resolute men, cooped up in
their berths between decks, and with the consciousness of
danger, which they were not even permitted to view, may
be conceived, but not easily described. To increase our
alarm, the foremast went over with several men in the top,
one of whom fell on the shank of an anchor, and was killed.
By the mercy of God we were after all preserved. Several
of the most active soldiers, among whom I was one, were
eventually ordered to assist the crew, whose exertions were
42beyond all praise. The damaged rigging and running tackle
were all repaired; we contrived, under the direction of the
ship’s officer, to elevate a jury mast, and exhibit canvas
that answered the purpose of a foresail; and though in a
shattered condition, we had the happiness, assisted by a
favourable breeze, to feel the ship glide over the shoal, and
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