Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
It was no place to loiter in; and you
may trust me, master, we breakfasted elsewhere. Bill kept close to our
captain all that morning; he didn't much like him, even so early in
their acquaintance as this--no one did, in fact; but he was anxious to
learn from him all he could regarding the colonel. He told him, too,
something about his own early recollections; but he would better have
kept them to himself. From that hour, master, Captain Turpic never gave
him a pleasant look, and sought every means to ruin him.
We joined the army again on the evening of the 20th March. You know,
master, what awaited us next morning. I had been marching, on the day of
our arrival, for twelve hours, under a very hot sun, and was fatigued
enough to sleep soundly. But the dead might have awakened next morning.
The enemy broke in upon us about three o'clock. It was pitch dark. I had
been dreaming, at the moment, that I was busily engaged in the landing,
fighting in the front rank beside Bill, and I awoke to hear the enemy,
outside the tent, struggling in fierce conflict with such of my comrades
as, half-naked and half-armed, had been roused by the first alarm, and
had rushed out to oppose them. You will not think I was long in joining
them, master, when I tell you that Bill himself was hardly two steps
a-head of me. Colonel Westhope was everywhere at once that morning,
bringing his men in the darkness and the confusion, into something like
order; threatening, encouraging, applauding, issuing orders--all in a
breath. Just as we got out, the French broke through, beside our tent,
and we saw him struck down in the throng. Bill gave a tremendous cry of
'Our colonel! our colonel!' and struck his pike up to the cross into the
breast of the fellow who had given the blow. And, hardly had that one
fallen, than he sent it crashing through the face of the next foremost,
till it lay buried in the brain. The enemy gave back for a moment; and,
as he was striking down a third, the colonel got up, badly wounded in
the shoulder; but he kept the field all day. He knew Bill the moment he
rose, and leant on him till he had somewhat recovered. 'I shall not
forget, Bill,' he said, 'that you have saved your colonel's life.' We
had a fierce struggle, master, ere we beat out the French; but, broken
and half-naked as we were, we did beat them out, and the battle became
general.
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