The Waterloo Roll Call: With Biographical Notes and AnecdotesDalton, Charles
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The Waterloo Roll Call: With Biographical Notes and Anecdotes
Dalton, Charles
Great Britain. Army -- Registers; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815
“As a little girl, stirred and fascinated by the long lines of horsemen,
guns, and tired foot regiments passing our cottage, I stood at our door
and served out water to the ‘beaux soldats.’ Afterwards I followed them
to Waterloo. In the evening we heard the booming of great cannon, and
from the windows I could see the clouds of smoke rising into the air
like trees. I was in the mill, and the windows rattled. All night long
we heard the tramp of silent men and the creaking, stumbling guns
passing our doors. When I looked out next morning I saw wounded men
lying by the roadside. In the distance I could hear a sound like a rough
sea breaking against the rocks. There were clouds of smoke, and I saw
men galloping, and masses of my brave soldiers moving hurriedly across
the fields. Then the doctors came, and took out the bullets from the
wounds of the soldiers.... The Prussians came by, and then the English,
shouting their cries of victory.
“Not far away soldiers were digging trenches in our fields to bury the
dead. There were so many of them, so many of them”—and the old peasant
covered her face with her hands as though to shut out the terrible
picture. “I saw one woman of Gotarville cut off the fingers of a
Prussian officer, sorely hurt but still living, to secure the jewelled
rings that he wore.
“At Planchenoit, a little further away, they tell me that the brave
French were so beaten down by bayonet charges that the river ran with
blood. Near the hill above a general was killed.
“No; I did not see Napoleon, and I still regret it. Poor Napoleon!... We
did not like the English or the Prussians.... The next day we knew that
Napoleon’s power was broken, by the lines we heard the people
singing,”—and raising herself in her chair, the tottering old dame sang
in a feeble voice:—
Les cannoniers bombardaient à feu et à flamme,
Les cuirassiers, les gardes d’honneur, sont renversés,
Bonaparte, enfin voilà ta fin. Il faut te rendre—
Te voilà battu, convaincu, tu n’en peux plus!
_Pall Mall Gazette._
18th June, 1904.
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