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
How it was that I was sustained under
these difficulties, I knew not then; but now I know: the
Almighty was my support, though I was heedless of His
help. ‘His arm unseen conveyed me safe’; and I feel at
this moment some satisfaction, which I hope may be pardoned,
that though heavily pressed with the sufferings of
those days, I never fell out of the line of march, or impeded
the public service by imbecility of purpose or disposition
to flinch from duty. Previous to embarkation I
was provided with the article needed; and, praised be the
Lord! I have never wanted a pair of shoes from that day
to this. On getting into the boat which conveyed me on
board the ship, determined to forget my former vexations,
I threw my old shoes into the sea, and there, like my past
troubles, they were soon out of sight and forgotten.
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CHAPTER IV.
DISASTERS OF THE RETREAT—VOYAGE HOME IN THE HINDOSTAN—ORDERED
TO PORTUGAL—LANDED AT LISBON—ARRIVAL AT
TALAVERA—THE HEROINE OF MATAGORDA—SIEGE OF CIUDAD
RODRIGO BY THE FRENCH—THE DEFENCE OF LISBON—CAPTAIN
GUACHÉ—GALLANTRY OF GENERAL CRAUFORD—TERRIBLE
COMBAT AT BARBA DEL PUERCO.
During a violent snow-storm which overtook
us on our march upon Corunna, several
of my comrades, and myself among the rest,
wearied with fatigue, took refuge one evening
in a small out-house or hovel, as it afforded
temporary shelter from the descending storm.
There we resolved to pass the night; and
having gathered a few sticks, we placed them in
the middle of the shed, and kindled a fire for mutual benefit.
In the course of the night we were surprised by hearing
a rap at the door, accompanied by the weak tone of
some one craving admission. Half a dozen voices instantly
exclaimed: ‘Come in!’ when, lo! a woman, recognised as
the wife of a soldier, but hardly able to stand, crept into
the shed, and asked protection from the hurricane that
was loudly howling along the sierra. Had Satan himself
begged an entrance at such a moment, we should scarcely
have been able to repress our pity. The poor, wandering
woman was received with rough but honest sympathy,
and was invited to approach the fire. When able to speak
she asked for a certain company, to which her husband
belonged; we told her it was considerably in advance, and
at present out of her reach. Modesty prevented the poor
71creature from further explanation; when, to the surprise
of the men present, the weak cry of a child was heard.
The fact was, the mother had in the course of the preceding
day given birth to an infant while on the snowy ridge
of a desolate mountainous tract, and without the company
of a single human being; and yet, so far all was well:
there is One Who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
The lives both of the mother and her offspring were likely
to survive. English soldiers know how to feel, nor are
they quite destitute of discretion; they may be rather
rough in manner, nor can they at all times invent the
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