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
At first, the flare of the artillery, as the batteries blazed out in the
darkness, dazzled and blinded me; but I loaded and fired incessantly;
and the thicker the bullets went whistling past me, the faster I loaded
and fired. A spent shot, that had struck through a sandbank, came
rolling on like a bowl, and, leaping up from a hillock in front, struck
me on the breast. It was such a blow, master, as a man might have given
with his fist; but it knocked me down; and, ere I got up, the company
was a few paces in advance. The bonnet of the soldier who had taken my
place, came rolling to my feet ere I could join them. But, alas! it was
full of blood and brains; and I found that the spent shot had come just
in time to save my life. Meanwhile, the battle raged with redoubled fury
on the left, and we in the centre had a short respite. And some of us
needed it. For my own part, I had fired about a hundred rounds; and my
right shoulder was as blue as your waistcoat.
You will wonder, master, how I should notice such a thing in the heat of
an engagement; but I remember nothing better than that there was a flock
of little birds shrieking and fluttering over our heads for the greater
part of the morning. The poor little things seemed as if robbed of their
very instinct by the incessant discharges on every side of them; and,
instead of pursuing a direct course, which would soon have carried them
clear of us, they kept fluttering in helpless terror in one little spot.
About mid-day an _aide-de-camp_ went riding by us to the right.
'How goes it? how goes it?' asked one of our officers.
'It is just _who will_,' replied the _aide-de-camp_, and passed by like
lightning. Another followed hard after him.
'How goes it now?' inquired the officer.
'Never better, boy!' said the second rider. 'The Forty-Second have cut
Bonaparty's Invincibles to pieces, and all the rest of the enemy are
falling back!'
We came more into action a little after. The enemy opened a heavy fire
on us, and seemed advancing to the charge. I had felt so fatigued,
master, during the previous pause, that I could scarcely raise my hand
to my head; but, now that we were to be engaged again, all my fatigue
left me, and I found myself grown fresh as ever. There were two
field-pieces to our left that had done noble execution during the day;
and Captain Turpic's company, including Bill and me, were ordered to
stand by them in the expected charge. They were wrought mostly by seamen
from the vessels--brave, tight fellows, who, like Nelson, never saw
fear; but they had been so busy that they had shot away most of their
ammunition; and, as we came up to them, they were about despatching a
party to the rear for more.
'Right,' said Captain Turpic; 'I don't care though I lend you a hand,
and go with you.'
'On your peril, sir!' said Bill Whyte, 'What! leave your company in the
moment of the expected charge? I shall assuredly report you for
cowardice and desertion of quarters, if you do.'
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