The Young Dragoon: Every Day Life of a SoldierDrayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
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The Young Dragoon: Every Day Life of a Soldier
Drayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction
We had some capital fun while lying at Devna: the officers, on
horseback, would hunt the great, lurching, hungry-looking dogs, that
many of the men would insist were hyenas and jackals, so wild and savage
did they look. When disturbed and started at a dusting pace, the young
officers would ride after--them as if for dear life, cracking their
whips or flourishing a sword close to their very tails, and then would
come, in motley crowd, soldiers in undress, looking as excited as if in
front of the enemy, and bringing up the rear would be all the rag, tag,
and bob-tail of the camp. The brute invariably ran towards the hills,
and if he gained them unscathed he was safe, for both horses and men
would be blown ere they could follow up the slopes. Some of these dogs
are very savage, and if brought to bay in a corner would dash at your
throat in an instant; but as few of us ever had sword beyond our reach,
we generally made short work of them if caught red-handed with probably
a piece of meat in their mouths, when carelessly left unguarded, prior
to its being cooked for the dinners of a dozen men.
Towards the latter end of July the cholera made its unwelcome appearance
in our camp, and many men, both cavalry, infantry, and artillery, died
after a few hours' illness in extreme agony. Every regiment encamped on
the track of country extending for about twenty miles from Devna to
Varna lost more or less men from this dreadful scourge; but the troops
in and around the latter place suffered most, as many of our men were
removed to Monastir, a healthier place farther up on the hills than
Devna. The disease was said to be engendered at Varna among the Turks
and Bashi-Bazouks, who are horribly filthy, and of not much real service
as fighting-men on a battle-field.
About this time we were pleased to hear the news that the 4th Light
Dragoons had arrived to join our brigade, henceforth being our brethren
in arms; they were encamped with the 6th by the sea-shore, but both
regiments lost several men from cholera, and each (especially the
gallant 4th) were destined to lose the greater part of their men by the
sword, as will afterwards be related. Many of the best, the bravest,
and the most light-hearted of my own regiment died of the fearful
pestilence at Devna.
At the latter end of August we got the welcome order to march from Devna
and Monastir to Varna, with an assurance that we should soon be embarked
for the Crimea, and at least be allowed to fight for our lives with a
more chivalrous, if not a less relentless, enemy than the cholera. The
5th "Green Horse" lost so many men, that the remainder were for a time
(until augmented by drafts from home) attached to the 4th Royal Irish
Dragoon Guards.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits,
That now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide.
Shakespeare.
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Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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