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
with nearly five thousand prisoners, wounded and unwounded,
among which there was a company of the
marines of the Imperial Guard, fell into the hands of a
small militia force.
But Crauford, who had reached Alemguer on the 9th,
was still there at three o’clock on the afternoon of the
10th. The weather being stormy, we were placed under
cover, and no indication of marching was given. The
cavalry had already filed into the lines; yet no guards
were posted, no patrols sent forward, nor any precautions
taken against surprise, although the town, situated in a
deep ravine, was peculiarly favourable for such an attempt.
It was clear to me and others that our officers were
uneasy at this posture of affairs; the height in front was
anxiously watched, and about four o’clock some French
dragoons on the summit were observed. The alarm was
given, and the regiments got under arms; but the posts of
assembly had been marked on an open space very much
exposed, and from whence the road led through an ancient
gateway to the top of the mountain behind. The enemy’s
numbers increased every moment, and they endeavoured
to create a belief that their artillery was come up: this
feint was easily seen through, but the general desired the
regiments to break, and reform on the other side of the
archway, out of gun-range; and immediately all was disorder.
The baggage animals were still loading, the
streets were crowded with the followers of the division, and
the whole in one confused mass rushed or were driven
headlong to the archway. Several were crushed, and
117with worse troops general panic must have ensued; but
the greater number of the soldiers, ashamed of the
order, stood firm in their ranks until the confusion abated.
Nevertheless the mischief was sufficiently great; and the
enemy’s infantry, descending the heights, endeavoured,
some to turn the town on the left, while others pushed
directly through the streets in pursuit; and thus, with our
front in disorder and our rear skirmishing, the retreat was
commenced. The weather was, however, so boisterous
that the firing soon ceased, and a few wounded, with the
loss of some baggage, was all the hurt sustained. I was
on this occasion on the verge of considerable personal
danger. Having been ordered by an officer to procure
forage for his horse, I incautiously ventured too near the
enemy; and being further tempted by some clusters of
fine grapes, accidentally noticed, I remained some little
time to discuss them. On a sudden I found that the last
column of the British was out of sight, while imperceptibly
to myself the advanced horsemen of the French
had nearly hemmed me in. Fully aware of my danger,
which I felt conscious had been increased by my agreeable
but untimely repast, I was aroused to instant exertion,
and was happy enough to elude the surrounding scouts
and reach my division. Having, however, exceeded my
commission, by taking care of myself as well as the horse,
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