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
Soon after this I had the misfortune to fall into bad
hands. Having had occasion to visit a neighbouring village
on regimental business, and to make some small purchases
for one of the officers, I was detained rather late in
the evening, and on attempting on my return to cross a
mountainous district without a guide, I lost my way.
After wandering in various directions among rocks and low
brushwood, two large dogs, singularly fierce and powerful,
used by the Spaniards to protect their cattle from wolves,
suddenly appeared in the attitude of springing at me.
Putting on a bold front, I stepped back, and drew my
bayonet, when, to my surprise, they seemed to dislike my
appearance, and recoiled. Concluding that some human
abode was nigh, I followed the track of the dogs, and presently
arrived at an open space, where a few glowing
embers indicated that a fire had recently been there. While
gazing on the spot my attention was arrested by a rushing
noise quite close to my ear, and in almost the same instant,
three men darted through an adjoining copse, and were
on me with incredible violence. One of them, who was
armed with a halbert, made a desperate plunge with his
formidable weapon; and had I not parried it, that moment
would have ended my life. The others joined in this unmanly
and unaccountable attack; but though roughly used,
I escaped without mortal injury. I at first imagined that
the fellows were part of a banditti, living by rapine and
plunder, and that, disappointed of booty, they had wreaked
their resentment by violent usage. I found afterwards that
they were cattle owners; and what aggravated their conduct,
96a report was spread through their agency that I had
a design upon their property, than which nothing was
further from my thought. The outrage being reported to
our commander, Major M’Leod, a sergeant with his piquet
of men was sent to investigate the truth. On arriving at
the place, there they found me, unable to move from the
ill treatment I had received. I stated exactly what had
taken place, and requested that the men might be secured,
and taken to quarters, so that I might confront them
before the major. This was acceded to, and being permitted
to answer for myself, I produced the proper pass,
still in my possession, and soon convinced the board that
I had been within the line of duty, was the only injured
party, and deserved some compensation for the treatment
I had received. This was immediately granted; so that
with the exception of a few bruises, which grew better
under the agreeable remedy just glanced at, I came off with
flying colours, while the dons paid for the entertainment.
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