Three Courses and a Dessert: Comprising Three Sets of Tales, West Country, Irish, and Legal; and a MelangeClarke, William
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Three Courses and a Dessert: Comprising Three Sets of Tales, West Country, Irish, and Legal; and a Melange
Clarke, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Legal stories, English; West Country (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“We retreated in such disorder as circumstances rendered inevitable
for above a mile, when our wind failing us, we rallied. The line was no
sooner formed than somebody proposed that we should lunch; the motion
was carried unanimously, and down the men sat to devour the contents of
their knapsacks: the lieutenant-colonel, Major Arkfoot, and the rest
of the staff, advanced to the carriages where the ladies had left their
provisions, under the laudable pretence of reconnoitring;--for field
officers must eat, although they should seem to be above it, as well as
privates. We occasionally heaved a sigh for the poor things we had left
behind us, and determined to effect a rescue at all hazards; but none
of us indulged in such unmilitary sorrow as to blunt the edge of our
appetites, and we proceeded to lunch very satisfactorily. But another
misfortune, which no human foresight could prevent, occurred to the
corps while we were eating. We had very naturally concluded that the
Highlanders would have remained content with obtaining possession of the
post; or, at any rate, been retained by the attractions of the collation
and the ladies; we, therefore, felt quite easy. But, strange to say, the
fellows not only devoured our provisions, danced, drank, and sang, while
we were retreating, but actually came upon us again before we could
fully sacrifice to the cravings of nature. The lieutenant-colonel and
the whole of the staff were taken prisoners, and driven off, under an
escort of Highlanders, in solemn mockery, in the landaus and barouches,
to our ancient borough; and we, who were now without an efficient
leader, felt obliged to scamper--we scarcely knew where. We acted as a
hive of ants, when their haunt is suddenly invaded by a ruthless brood
of juvenile turkeys; each of us snatched up a gun, a knuckle of ham,
a knapsack, or a loaf, no matter to whom it belonged, so that each
individual was freighted for the general good, and away to go!--We
had not proceeded far before we were overtaken, and our progress was
arrested by the troops under the orders of the captain of the ferocious
aspect, blue facings, and terrific voice. No sooner had he ascertained
the situation of our affairs, than he assumed the command, and ordered
us to halt, in a tone and manner that nobody felt inclined to
disobey. The Highlanders, finding that they were not a match for us in
retreating, had, previously, relinquished the pursuit, in favour of a
regiment of cavalry, who came down upon us at full speed. The captain
of the ferocious aspect seeing this, immediately drew us off into a
field,--for we were now in an inclosed country,--and after commanding
his own men, the yeomanry, and the centre company of our corps, to
fly in the greatest apparent disorder, ordered us to draw up, with
a quick-set hedge and a deep and very dirty ditch between us and the
enemy. When the cavalry had reached within a few hundred yards of the
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