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
The increased strength of the works in general soon
convinced Masséna that it was impracticable to force the
lines without great reinforcements; and towards the end
of October the hospitals, stores, and other encumbrances of
the French army were removed to Santarem. On the
31st of the month two thousand men forded the Zezere
above Punheta, to cover the construction of a bridge; and
a remarkable exploit was performed by a sergeant of the
16th Dragoons, named Baxter. This man, having only
five troopers, came suddenly upon a piquet of fifty men,
who were cooking. The Frenchmen ran to their arms,
and killed one of the dragoons; but the rest broke in
amongst them so strongly, that Baxter with the assistance
of some countrymen made forty-two captives. On the
19th the light division entered the plain between the Rio
Mayor and the Tagus, and advanced against the heights
by a sedgy marsh. The columns on our side were formed
for attack, and the skirmishers of the light division were
exchanging shots with the enemy, when it was found that
121the guns belonging to Pack’s brigade had not arrived; and
Lord Wellington, not quite satisfied with the appearance
of his adversary’s force after three hours’ demonstrations,
ordered the troops to retire to their former ground. It
was indeed evident that the French were resolved to maintain
their position. Every advantageous spot of ground
was fully occupied, the most advanced sentinels boldly returned
the fire of the skirmishers, large bodies of reserve
were descried, some in arms, others cooking; the strokes
of the hatchet and the fall of trees resounded from the
woods upon the hills; and the commencement of a triple
line of abattis, and the fresh earth of entrenchments, were
discernible in many places. Our active light division was,
however, again in motion. General Crauford thought that
the hostile troops who had shown themselves amounted
merely to a rearguard of the enemy. His eager spirit
could not bear to be restrained; and seizing a musket, he
advanced in the night along the causeway, followed only
by a sergeant, and commenced a personal skirmish with
the French piquets, from whose fire he escaped by miracle,
convinced at last that the enemy were not in flight.
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