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
During the march that ensued, which of necessity was
rapid, my mind was deeply impressed with the occurrences
of the preceding eventful day. Many of my valued friends
were missing, and their remains lay unburied on the spot
where they fell. Colonel Hull, who had joined the regiment
only the day before the action, was killed; and I afterwards
saw his body, with the face downwards, thrown across the
back of a mule, for conveyance to some place of interment.
The colonel’s nephew was also badly wounded in the mouth,
and obliged to return to England. Despondency is not,
however, the fitting mood for a soldier. Tears for the dead
were soon brushed away, and, to secure our own preservation,
thought was soon diverted from musing on the past
to the active operations before us. Unremitted exertions
were made by the commissariat to provide us with necessaries.
Grapes were plentiful; vegetables also were within
reach. Bread in sufficient quantities, with a pipe of wine in
front for regimental use, afforded an agreeable prospect;
and the evening after the arrival of this welcome reinforcement
was spent in a good-humoured review of dangers
gone by.
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CHAPTER V.
ADVANCE OF LORD WELLINGTON TO THE SIERRA BUSACO—BATTLE
OF BUSACO—DISASTERS AT COIMBRA—MASSÉNA OUT-GENERALLED—TEMPTED
BY A BUNCH OF GRAPES—DINNER INTERRUPTED
BY THE ENEMY—LINES OF TORRES VEDRAS—GALLANT
FIGHT AT BAROSSA—BADAJOS BETRAYED TO THE FRENCH—RETREAT
OF MASSÉNA FROM TORRES VEDRAS.
The captain of the company in which I served
being in want of a servant, I had the honour
of being engaged in that capacity. My place,
however, was no sinecure, and often amounted
to a rather dangerous distinction. The duties
enjoined were heavy, and contributed not a
little to increase the severity of general military
service. When my master dismounted from his
horse, I had to hold the animal, or lead him by the bridle
along roads through which it was difficult to drag myself;
and the horse, chafed by rough usage and deficient feed,
was frequently so restive that my employment was both
irksome and laborious. This horse became an eventual
favourite. Having been placed for a short time at large,
he thought proper to escape, and accordingly scoured away
over hill and dale, with the saddle and accoutrements of his
master, including a pair of pistols in the holster and change
of clothing behind. He was observed by a party of French,
who tried to secure him, but, strange to say, he was determined
they should not. By a kind of instinct, to me an
entire enigma, the horse chose the road in which he apparently
knew his old associates were to follow; and when
we had crossed the bridge, to my surprise, he was there
105beforehand, and waiting our arrival. A rare and unpleasant
circumstance took place here. The discipline and good
order of the 43rd were proverbial. The matter was therefore
so much the more vexatious. Being placed for a brief
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