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I.</p> + +<p class="p4 pfs100 lsp2">WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS</p> +<p class="pfs90 lsp2">EDINBURGH AND LONDON</p> +<p class="pfs80 lsp2">MDCCCLXX</p> + +<p class="p4 pfs80"><em>The Right of Translation is reserved</em></p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_v"></a>[Pg v]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak fs150 lsp3" id="PREFACE">PREFACE.</h2> +<hr class="r15"> + +<p class="noindent">This work—the ‘Journal of the Campaign of +1815’—was written by my father in its present +form about forty years ago, from rough notes +jotted down every evening after the scenes and +events of the day were over. It has no pretension +to be an account of the military operations +of the war, but merely a diary of the +writer’s own impressions—what he saw and felt +while with the army, from the first landing in +Belgium to the final embarkation for England. +Of the great battle, no other description than +that of the part taken in it by his own troop +of Horse-Artillery, or those corps in his immediate +vicinity, is given; but from its very nature +as a diary, the tedium of out-quarters, the +fatigues of the march, and the hardships of the +bivouac, are made present, as it were, to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_vi"></a>[vi]</span> +reader. My father having been a very good +amateur artist, was much struck, of course, by +new and picturesque scenes, consequently has +described them <i lang="it">con amore</i>, and in considerable +detail. The author himself belonged to a military +race; all his family were either in the army +or navy. He was the second son of General +Mercer of the Royal Engineers, who, after serving +on Sir H. Clinton’s staff during the American +War of Independence, was more than twenty +years commanding engineer in the West of England, +where his honourable character procured +him many friends. My father (also a general +officer at the time of his death) was born in +1783, and passing as usual through the Military +Academy at Woolwich, obtained a commission in +the Royal Artillery at sixteen, and was sent to +Ireland at the time of the Rebellion. In 1808 +he went to the river Plate to join Whitelock’s +unfortunate expedition, and covered the retreat +from Buenos Ayres. This proved a most unhappy +affair for him; for having been in South +America, he was prevented from partaking in +the glorious campaigns of the Peninsula, and only +saw foreign service again in the campaign of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_vii"></a>[vii]</span> +Waterloo. After the peace, he was placed upon +half-pay. In 1824 he was ordered to Canada, +having the brevet rank of major (I should have +noticed that at Waterloo he only held the rank +of second captain, although commanding a troop—Sir +Alex. Dickson, whose troop it was, being +otherwise employed). In 1837, being then a +lieutenant-colonel, he was again sent to North +America, and commanded the artillery in Nova +Scotia at the time when the Maine boundary-line +threatened to terminate in a war between +this country and the United States. He subsequently +commanded the garrison at Dover, after +which he retired from active service, although, +being colonel-commandant of the 9th Brigade +of Royal Artillery, he was never placed on the +retired list. From that time to the period of his +death, at the advanced age of eighty-five, he continued +to reside at Cowley Cottage, near Exeter.</p> + +<p>Another addition to the numerous books which +have been published about Waterloo will hardly +seem out of place at a time when the subject has +been revived both here and in France. It would +seem that men’s interest in this great “World +Battle” is as strong now as fifty years ago; and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_viii"></a>[viii]</span> +although this little contribution will not elucidate +any of the questions that are agitated, still +(as far as memory serves) it is the first account +of the campaign given to the world by an artillery +officer, and may add another stone to the +cairn raised to the glory of the British army and +its immortal chief. At any rate, the surviving +veterans of this stirring epoch will rejoice to go +again over the scenes of their younger days; +while the lovers of peace will congratulate themselves +on the cessation of such strife between two +noble nations, whose last (and may it continue +to be the last) hostile <i lang="fr">rencontre</i> took place upon +the plain of Waterloo.</p> + +<p class="right">CAVALIÉ A. MERCER.</p> + +<p class="smcap fs90">Tripoli, Syria.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_ix"></a>[ix]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak fs120" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME.</h2> +<hr class="r10"> + +<table class="autotable fs85"> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2">CHAPTER I.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr fs80">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Preparations for Departure—Reports of Fugitives—Embarkation and Departure—The Voyage—Off the Coast—First View of Ostend—Aspect + of the Coast—Ostend Harbour—Its Dangers—Unceremonious Landing of Dragoon Horses,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER II.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Confusion at Landing—Scene on Shore—Difficulties—Confusion on the Beach—A Catastrophe—The Town by Night—Difficulties of the + March—Night Quarters—A Pleasant Change—Return to Ostend—Waiting to Start—Costumes of the Natives—Scenes in the Town—A Wreck—Fearful + Scene—Impressions of Ostend,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER III.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Change of Scenery—Arrival at Ghistel—Our Quarters there—Again on the March—Arrival at Bruges—Our Hotel—First Impressions of + Bruges—Present and Past—The Stadthouse and Cathedral—Mass in the Cathedral—The Worshippers—The Ramparts—Dinner,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER IV.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Eccloo—Arrival at Ghent—Our Quarters there—My Host—My Quarters—Louis XVIII. and his Court—French Officers—Marshal Marmont—French + Deserters—Ghent—Street Architecture—The Place D’Armes—Flemish Postilions—View from the Citadel—The Corn-Market—The Hôtel de + <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_x"></a>[x]</span> + Ville—Meat and Vegetable Markets—General Order and Cleanliness—A Suppressed Monastery—The Cathedral—A Royal Mass—Domestic + Architecture—An Interior—Comfortable Quarters—Numbers of Priests—Costumes—Character of the People—Immorality—German and English Cavalry,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER V.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Again on the March—The Pays de Waes—<ins class="corr" id="tn-x" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'Lokern'"> +Lokeren</ins>—A Village Curé—Dendermonde—My Quarters at St Gille—View from my Windows—Kindness of + the Natives—A Flemish Farmhouse—Fertility of the Land—At Dinner—Our Host—Attachment to Napoleon—Peace and War—Flemish Teams—Cattle + and Sheep—Dendermonde,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER VI.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Excursion to Alost—Aspect of the Place—We Lose our Way—Again on the Move—Parting with my Hostess—A Last Breakfast—On the March—Change + of Scenery—Views from the Hills—Beauty of the Country—Arrival at Strytem—The Château—Our Quarters there—Comfortless Prospect—Family + Portraits—Choosing our Quarters—A Private Chapel—Increasing Comfort—Our Mess-Room—Karl—His History—His Acquirements—An Interruption—The + Maire and his Following—A Garde-Champêtre—A Scene—M. L’Adjoint’s Speech—Our Answer to it—I am peremptory—The Deputation in a Fright—The + Mayor in Safe Keeping—Petit Jean—A Sleepless Night,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER VII.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Occupations at Strytem—Our Fare—The Country round Strytem—Beauty of the Scenery—Rich Cultivation—The Flemish Farmers—Farming + Establishments—Execrable Roads—Drunkenness—Frog Concerts—Draining the Moat—Result of the Experiment—The Duc de Berri—His + Brutality—A Dog-Chase—Disposition of the Troops—Visitors from England—The Duc de Berri again—Artillery at Waterloo—Our + Equipment—Our Organisation,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER VIII. <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_xi"></a>[xi]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">My Difficulties—Plundering—The Duke and the Rocket Troop—Ride to Ninove—Ninove—The great Monastery—A ruined Convent—Liederkerke—Aspect + of the Country—A Character—The Lord of Gaesbeke—The Château de Gaesbeke—My Reception—The Marquis D’Acornati—Interior of the Château: its + desolate Aspect—The Kitchen—The Grounds: their Beauty—Variety of Views—History of the Château—Career of its Owner—His Singularities—His + Mode of Life—Visits to the Grounds,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER IX.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Visit to Hal—Return to Strytem—Start for Brussels—First View of Brussels—Its Internal Aspect—The Park—The Ramparts—The Hôtel de Ville—The + Cathedral—The Bruxellaises—The <ins class="corr" id="tn-xi" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'Allée-Vert'"> +Allée-Verte</ins>—Prince D’Aremberg—A Mistake—Anticipations of the Campaign,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_194">194</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER X.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Cavalry Review—The Duc de Berri again—His Unceremonious Reception—The Duke and Blucher—Dinner after the Review—Strytem again—New Species + of Game—Change of Quarters—A Death—Visit from our Host—Our Landlord—A Spy—Approaching Departure,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER XI.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Order to Advance—Preparations—Farewell to Strytem—On the March—News from Brussels—Halt at Enghien—Doubts as to my Route—Uncertainties—Braine + le Comte—Still without Orders—Beauty of the Scenery—We are left alone—Sounds of Distant Battle—Pressing on—Nivelle—Excitement in the + Town—Signs of Battle—Fugitives from the Field—A Wounded Highlander—Belgian Gasconading,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER XII.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">At Quatre Bras—Our Bivouac—Morning after the Battle—Our Position—The Battle-Field—Position of the French—Skirmishing—An Alarm—The + Retreat—Aspect of the Field—A Memento of Battle—Alone on the Field—Inactivity of the Enemy—Their Advance—Orders and + <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_xii"></a>[xii]</span> + Counter-Orders—Napoleon—A Storm—Our Danger—Our Narrow Escape—Our Retreat—Arrival at Genappe—The Enemy again—In Action with them—The + Rocket Brigade—An Eccentric Missile—Panic among the Brunswickers—Take up Position—Rejoin the Army—Bivouac for the Night—Discomforts—Comfortless + Night—Speculations as to the Morrow—A Godsend,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER XIII.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Morning of Battle—Survey of the Field—Alarm of Battle—Commencement of the Battle—Orders at last—Take up Position—The Field of Battle—View + from our Position—Our own Position—We open Fire—Our first Casualty—An Alarmed Doctor—Death of Captain Bolton—A Wounded Horse—A Cavalry + Charge—Our Situation—Advance of Cavalry—Dangerous Mistake—New Position—The Brunswickers—Danger of Panic—Advance of Cavalry—Their Retreat—Our + first Death—Skirmishers—Attack Renewed—Effect of our Fire—The Cavalry again Repulsed—A Narrow Escape—A third Attack and Repulse—The Duke—Heavy + Fire—Fearful Losses—Further Escapes—A Remonstrance—Our Losses—Victory—Arrival of Prussians—The Field by Moonlight—The Prussian Bivouac—Moonlight Thoughts,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_291">291</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdch" colspan="2">CHAPTER XIV.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Preparing to Move—The Field by Morning—The Wounded—The French Wounded—An Ingrate—A Grenadier à Cheval—A Welcome Feast—Visitors from + Brussels—Visit to Hougoumont—A Contrast—Garden of the Château—A Striking Oration—A Noble Enemy—A Keepsake—A Recognition—On the March—A + Comfortable Bivouac—Resume our March—Block before Nivelles—Reception in the Town—Aspect of the Town—Arrival of Prisoners—We get on at + last—Belgic Infantry—Our Bivouac—Rejoin the Army—The Greys and Highlanders—Aspect of the Country—We Cross the Frontier—Our first Night + in France,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><a href="#Page_338">338</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_1"></a>[Pg 1]</span></p> + +<p class="p1 pfs150 lsp3">JOURNAL</p> +<p class="p3 pfs70">OF THE</p> +<p class="p1 pfs150 lsp2">WATERLOO CAMPAIGN.</p> + +<hr class="r15"> + +<h2 class="nobreak marg-top" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">The return of Napoleon from Elba, though a surprise +to many, was far from being so to those +who, well aware of his restless disposition, his +insatiable ambition, and the enthusiastic attachment +of the French soldiery to his person and +fortunes, had scarcely expected that he would +have remained so long as he actually did without +some new attempt at disturbing the general +peace.</p> + +<p>The steps taken on this occasion by the different +European Powers—their preparations for a +renewal of the bloody scenes so lately ended—are<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span> +out of my province. They belong to the historian, +and not to the simple journalist, whose affair it +is to confine himself strictly to those transactions +in which he was himself a participator; or at +most to glance at those more general subjects, +merely to give connection to his narrative and +make it better understood.</p> + +<p>At the time the news of this extraordinary +event arrived, the troop of horse-artillery which +I commanded was stationed at Colchester; and +the reductions necessary to put us on a peace-establishment +had already commenced, when the +order arrived for our being immediately equipped +again for foreign service. To do this effectually, another +troop, then in the same barracks, was broken +up, and we got the picked horses of both, thus +making it the finest troop in the service; and +such diligence was used, that although our equipment +fell little short of a complete reorganisation, +Major Sir A. Fraser, commanding the horse-artillery +in Colchester, was enabled to report on the +third day that the troop was ready to march at +a moment’s warning.</p> + +<p>Meantime the town of Colchester (situated as +it is on the great road from Harwich to London) +presented a scene of bustle and anxiety seldom +equalled—couriers passing to and fro incessantly,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span> +and numerous travellers, foreign and English, +arriving day and night from the Continent, many +travelling in breathless haste, as if fearful, even +here, of Napoleon’s emissaries.</p> + +<p>The reports spread by these fugitives were +various and contradictory, as might be expected.</p> + +<p>According to some, Louis XVIII. had been +arrested in Paris; according to others, he had +sought refuge in the Pays Bas; and again, it +was asserted that his Majesty was at Ostend, +awaiting permission to pass the sea and return +to his old and secure quarters in England.</p> + +<p>In the midst of all this, on the 8th April, +the post brought our order to march forthwith +to Harwich, there to embark for Ostend—an +order received with unfeigned joy by officers +and men, all eager to plunge into danger and +bloodshed, all hoping to obtain glory and distinction.</p> + +<p>On the morning of the 9th, the troop paraded +at half-past seven o’clock with as much regularity +and as quietly as if only going to a field-day; +not a man either absent or intoxicated, and every +part of the guns and appointments in the most +perfect order. At eight, the hour named in orders, +we marched off the parade. The weather was +fine, the scenery, as we skirted the beautiful<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span> +banks of the Stour, charming, and the occasion +exhilarating.</p> + +<p>Near Manningtree we halted a short time to +feed our horses, and then, pursuing our route, +arrived at Harwich about three o’clock in the +afternoon. Here we found the transports—the +Adventure, Philarea, and Salus, in which +last I embarked—awaiting us; but the tide +being unfavourable, although we immediately +commenced operations, we only succeeded in +embarking the horses of one division and those +of the officers; the remainder were therefore put +up in the barracks for the night. As might be +expected, the little town of Harwich presented a +most animated spectacle. Its narrow streets of +modest houses, with brick trottoirs, were crowded +with soldiers—some, all over dust, just arrived; +some, who had already been a day or two in the +place, comparatively at home, lounging about in +undress; others, about to embark, hurrying along +to the beach with baggage and stores; sailors +marketing, or rolling about half-seas-over; country-people +bringing in vegetables and the like, +and towns-people idling at their windows, or in +groups at corners of the streets—in short, the +usual picture incident on such occasions.</p> + +<p>The morning of the 10th was foggy, which<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span> +much retarded us, since it was necessary to embark +the horses in flats to be taken off to the +transports, not easily found in the fog. However, +by noon all were on board, and without any +serious accident, although a sailor was somewhat +hurt in endeavouring to recover a horse that had +fallen overboard. In the afternoon our guns, carriages, +&c., were embarked; but as the wind blew +right into the harbour, the agent would not attempt +to get out, and we adjourned to Mr Bull’s +comfortable house (the Three Cups), there to pass +our last evening in England in the enjoyment of +a good dinner, and perhaps for the last time to +sleep in good beds.</p> + +<p>About two <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> on the 11th, a light breeze from +the N.W. induced our agent to get under way, +and we repaired on board our respective ships +with every prospect of a good and speedy passage. +In this, however, we were disappointed, for +the breeze dying away as the sun went down, we +anchored, by signal, at the harbour’s mouth, just +as it got dark.</p> + +<p>The evening was splendid. A clear sky studded +with myriads of stars overhead, and below a calm +unruffled sea, reflecting on its glassy surface the +lights of the distant town, the low murmuring +sounds from which, and the rippling of the water<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span> +under the ships’ bows, were the only interruptions +to the solemn stillness that prevailed after the +people had retired to their berths. In our more +immediate neighbourhood stretched out the long, +low, sandy tract, on the seaward extremity of +which the dark masses of Landguard fort could +just be distinguished.</p> + +<p>With daybreak on the morning of the 12th +came a favourable wind, though light, and again +we took up our anchors and proceeded to sea. +For some distance, after clearing the harbour, our +course lay along the Suffolk coast, and so near in +that objects on shore were plainly discernible. To +us, who had long been stationed at Woodbridge, +only a few miles inland, this was highly interesting. +We knew every village, every copse, every +knoll—nay, almost every tree. There were the +houses in which we had so oft been hospitably +entertained; there were the sheep-walks on which +we had so often manœuvred; and there in the +distance, as we passed the mouth of the Deben, +our glasses showed us the very barrack on the +hill, with its tiled roofs illumined by the noontide +sun. About Bawdsey we left the coast, and +steered straight over, with a light but favourable +wind: the low sandy shores of Suffolk soon sank +beneath the horizon. At noon fell in with a fleet<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span> +of colliers bound for the river, and soon after saw +the Sunk-Sand Light; when, as the wind had +died away and the tide was setting us towards +the bank, we anchored until the flood-tide. During +the night a light breeze right aft, and smooth +water, enabled us to make good progress; but +towards morning (13th) the wind had very considerably +increased, and although the coast was +not in sight, we were sensible of its neighbourhood +from the number of curious heavy-looking boats +plying round us in all directions, having the +foremast, with its huge lug-sail, stuck right up +in the bow, or rather inclining over it. From +one of these boats we soon procured a pilot—a +little sturdy fellow, with a full, good-humoured +countenance, and his breast decorated +with a silver medal bearing the impress of an +anchor, like our porters’ tickets, the badge of his +calling.</p> + +<p>The poor fellow was hardly on deck ere he was +surrounded and assailed by innumerable questions—“Where +is Buonaparte?” “Where is the French +army?” “What are the English about?” “Has +there been any fighting?” &c. &c. Of this he +understood or heard only the word “Buonaparte,” +and therefore to all kept repeating, “<span lang="fr">Il est capôte,</span>” +accompanied by a significant motion of the hand<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span> +across the throat, at the same time showing much +anxiety to get rid of his tormentors and proceed +to business, which he did with such earnestness as +soon gave us to understand there must be more +than ordinary difficulty in entering the port of +Ostend. The first and principal care was the +getting up a hawser and coiling it on deck, the +use of which we were soon to learn.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile we had been approaching the coast, +which, though still invisible, the pilot informed us +was not distant. The first intimation of the truth +of this was the appearance of the church tower and +lofty lighthouse of Ostend; and we had brought +about half their height above the horizon before +land began to show itself, which it did in a number +of isolated and rounded yellow hummocks, and +at the same time the houses of the town became +distinctly visible. With that impatience and excessive +curiosity always felt upon approaching for +the first time a strange land, especially under the +present interesting state of things, all our glasses +were directed to the coast, which we were rapidly +nearing and hoped soon to reach, when, to our +great disappointment, the pilot ordered the vessel +to be hove to, and we found that the tide would +not permit our running for the port before two <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> +Numbers of ships, brigs, and schooners were lying-to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span> +as well as ourselves, and others continually +arriving.</p> + +<p>Nothing, certainly, could be more repulsive +than the appearance of the coast—sand-hills +as far as the eye could reach, broken only by +the grey and lugubrious works and buildings +of Ostend, and further west by the spires of Mittelkerke +and Nieuport, peering above the sand-hills. +The day, too, was one little calculated to +enliven the scene. A fresh breeze and cloudy +sky; the sea black, rough, and chilly; the land +all under one uniform cold grey tint, presenting +scarcely any relief of light and shadow, consequently +no feature. Upon reconnoitring it, +however, closer, we found that this forbidding +exterior was only an outer coating to a lovely +gem. Through the openings between the sand-hills +could be seen a rich level country, of the +liveliest verdure, studded with villages and +farms interspersed amongst avenues of trees +and small patches of wood. An occasional +gleam of sunshine breaking out and illumining +it, communicated to it a dreamy appearance +that was very pleasing, and tended to revive +our spirits, drooping from the gloomy aspect of +the coast.</p> + +<p>A black-looking mass of timber rising from the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span> +waters off the entrance of the harbour, and which +we understood to be a fort, now became the principal +object of our attention. As the tide rises +the depth of water is announced by different flags +hoisted on this fort; and we were delighted when +at last that (a red one) indicating the necessary +depth for our ship was hoisted, and we bore up +for the harbour mouth.</p> + +<p>The harbour of Ostend is an artificial one, +formed by <i lang="fr">jetées</i> of piles projecting as far as +low-water mark. The right, on entering, is +merely a row of piles running along in front of +the works of the town; but on the left is a long +mole or <i lang="fr">jetée</i>, on the extremity of which is a +small fort. Behind this mole, to the north-east, +the shore curving inwards forms a bight, presenting +an extent of flat sandy beach on which the +water is never more than a few feet deep, even at +the highest tides. A tremendous surf breaks on +this whenever it blows from the westward. As +the flood-tide sets past the harbour mouth with +great rapidity, a vessel attempting to enter with +a westerly wind is in danger of being swept beyond +it and thrown on the beach just mentioned. +And this we now discovered was the cause of the +anxiety displayed by our pilot, and for which we +could not before account. In approaching the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span> +harbour, we steered as if going to run the ship +ashore on the broad stone glacis of the town, +which extended into the water all along the sea-front. +Even with this precaution we were drifted +so much to leeward that, instead of shooting into +the harbour, we went bump upon the <i lang="fr">jetée</i>.<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> +The poor pilot raved and jumped about like a +madman, but there still was method in his madness; +and now we discovered the use of the hawser +he had coiled upon deck, for passing the end of +this to the Belgic soldiers, who upon the shock +immediately ran out of their guard-room, the +vessel was saved from swinging round (as she +otherwise would have done) and falling ashore +on the beach beyond, stern foremost, and soon +dragged within the influence of the current +setting up the harbour.</p> + +<p>Our attention, before engaged by our perilous +situation, was now directed to new and exhilarating +objects on the other side, where the works of +the town arose immediately from the sands. These +were crowded with spectators, and, being Sunday, +all in their best; so that the sun, just peeping out +as we shot along, imparted to the scene quite an<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span> +air of gaiety; and to us it was also a novel one. +I remember being mightily struck with the head-dress +of the women, so different from what we +had been accustomed to see at home, and the +comparison was certainly not in favour of my fair +compatriots. With these the fashionable coiffure +was a large low <i>poke</i>-bonnet, which I had always +fancied very becoming; but there is no describing +how this sunk into meanness and deformity in a +moment when I cast my eyes on the elegantly +tapering, high-crowned straws of the <i lang="fr">belles</i> on the +rampart, encircled sometimes with two, and even +three, rows of gay ribbon or artificial flowers. +These gave them such a lofty commanding air, +and withal was so light and graceful. But bonnets +were not allowed long to occupy my attention. +Followed by a crowd of other craft of all sorts and +sizes, we shot rapidly along towards that part of +the harbour where a dense assemblage of shipping +filled up its whole breadth, and forbade further +progress, so that one wondered what was to become +of the numerous vessels in our wake. The +mystery was soon explained, for each having attained +the point, turning her prow to the town, +ran bump on the sands, and there stuck fast. +Those immediately above us had just arrived, +and from them a regiment of Light Dragoons was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span> +in the act of disembarking by throwing the horses +overboard, and then hauling them ashore by a +long rope attached to their head-collars. What a +scene! What hallooing, shouting, vociferating, +and plunging! The poor horses did not appear +much gratified by their sudden transition from +the warm hold to a cold bath.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">Our keel had scarcely touched the sand ere we +were abruptly boarded by a naval officer (Captain +Hill) with a gang of sailors, who, <i lang="fr">sans cérémonie</i>, +instantly commenced hoisting our horses out, and +throwing them, as well as our saddlery, &c., overboard, +without ever giving time for making any +disposition to receive or secure the one or the +other. To my remonstrance his answer was, “I +can’t help it, sir; the Duke’s <em>orders are positive +that no delay is to take place in landing the troops +as they arrive, and the ships sent back again; so +you must be out of her before dark</em>.” It was then +about three <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>; and I thought this a most uncomfortable +arrangement.</p> + +<p>The scramble and confusion that ensued baffle +all description. Bundles of harness went over +the side in rapid succession, as well as horses. +In vain we urged the loss and damage that must<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span> +accrue from such a proceeding. “Can’t help it—no +business of mine—Duke’s orders are positive,” +&c. &c., was our only answer. Meantime the ebb +had begun to diminish the depth of water alongside, +and enabled us to send parties overboard +and to the beach to collect and carry our things +ashore, as well as to haul and secure the horses. +The same operation commenced from the other +vessels as they arrived, and the bustle and noise +were inconceivable. The Dragoons and our men +(some nearly, others quite, naked) were dashing +in and out of the water, struggling with the +affrighted horses, or securing their wet accoutrements +as best they could. Some of the former +were saddling their dripping horses, and others +mounting and marching off in small parties. Disconsolate-looking +groups of women and children +were to be seen here and there sitting on their +poor duds, or roaming about in search of their +husbands, or mayhap of a stray child, all clamouring, +lamenting, and materially increasing the +babel-like confusion, amidst which Erin’s brogue +was everywhere predominant. Irish beggars +swarm everywhere and in all quarters of the +globe. Even here they pestered us to death, and +one young bare-legged rascal, when he found his +whining and cant unavailing, suddenly changing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span> +his tone, tried to excite our liberality by a dirty +joke on the Flemish pronunciation of their word +horse (<i lang="nl">pferd</i>). Add to all this crowds of people +from the town idling about—some as spectators, +others watching for windfalls; some bringing +cakes, beer, &c., for sale, others teazing the officers +with various offers of service, and these not +always of the most respectable kind.</p> + +<p>It was not without difficulty that I succeeded +at last in impressing upon Captain Hill the necessity +of leaving our guns and ammunition-waggons, +&c., on board for the night—otherwise his furious +zeal would have turned all out to stand on the +wet sand or be washed away. Meantime, although +we were on shore, we were without orders +what to do next. Not an officer, either of the +staff, the garrison, nor even of our own corps, +came near us. Night approached, and with it +bad weather evidently. Our poor shivering horses +and heaps of wet harness could not remain on the +sands much longer, when the flood began to make +again; and it was necessary to look about and see +what could be done. With this intent, therefore, +leaving the officers to collect their divisions, I got +one of my horses saddled and rode into the town. +Here was the same bustle (although not the same +confusion) as on the sands. The streets were<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span> +thronged with British officers, and the quays with +guns, waggons, horses, baggage, &c.</p> + +<p>One would hardly expect to meet with any +delay in finding the commandant of a fortress, +yet such was my case; and it was not until after +long and repeated inquiry that I discovered Lieutenant-Colonel +Gregory, 44th Regiment, to be +that personage, and found his residence. From +him, however, I could obtain nothing. He seemed +hardly to have expected the compliment of reporting +our arrival, and stated that he had no other +orders but that the troops of every arm should +march for Ghent the moment they landed, without +halting a single day in Ostend.</p> + +<p>Strange to say, neither I nor the Colonel recollected +there was such a person in Ostend as +an Assistant-Quartermaster-General, who should +be referred to on such an occasion. Yet this was +the case; and that officer, instead of attending the +debarkation of the troops, or making himself acquainted +with the arrivals, kept out of sight altogether. +Baffled at all points, I was returning to +the sands when I met Major Drummond on the +Quai Impérial, and related my story. He had +been here some time, and was consequently acquainted +with the locale. His advice was to +march to Ghystelle (a village about six miles from<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span> +Ostend), and after putting up there for the night, +to return and disembark my guns, &c., in the +morning. Whilst speaking, however, some one +(I forget who) came up with the agreeable information +that Ghystelle was already fully occupied +by the 16th Dragoons. He, however, gave me +directions for some large sheds about a mile off, +where his own horses has passed the preceding +night. This was some consolation; so riding off +immediately to reconnoitre the place and the road +to it, I returned to the beach just as it got dark; +and a most miserable scene of confusion I there +found. Our saddles, harness, baggage, &c., were +still strewed about the sand, and these the flood, +which was now making, threatened soon to submerge. +<i lang="fr">Pour surcroît de malheur</i>, the rain came +down in torrents, and a storm, which had been +brewing up the whole afternoon, now burst over +us most furiously. The lightning was quite tremendous, +whilst a hurricane, howling horribly +through the rigging of the ships, was only exceeded +in noise by the loud explosions and rattling +of the incessant claps of thunder.</p> + +<p>Our people, meantime, blinded by the lightning, +had borrowed some lanterns from the ship, and +were busily employed searching for the numerous +articles still missing. The obscurity, however,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> +between the vivid flashes was such that we were +only enabled to keep together by repeatedly calling +to each other, and it was not without difficulty +and great watchfulness that we escaped being +caught by the tide, which flowed rapidly in over +the flat sands. At length, having collected as +many of our things as was possible, and saddled +our horses (some two or three of which had escaped +altogether), we began our march for the sheds a +little after midnight, with a farrier and another +dismounted man carrying lanterns at the head of +our column. The rain continued pouring, but +flashes of lightning occurred now only at intervals, +and the more subdued rolling of the thunder +told us that it was passing away in the distance. +Our route lay through the town, to gain which +we found some advanced ditch to be crossed by +a very frail wooden bridge. Half the column, +perhaps, might have cleared this, when “crack” +down it went, precipitating all who were on it at +the moment into the mud below, and completely +cutting off those in the rear. Here was a dilemma. +Ignorant of the localities, and without a +guide, how was the rear of the column to join +us, or how were the people in the ditch, with +their horses, to be extricated? Luckily none +were hurt seriously, and the depth was not great—not<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> +more, perhaps, than six or eight feet; but that +was enough to baffle all our attempts at extricating +the horses. Some Belgic soldiers of a neighbouring +guard, of which we were not aware, fortunately +heard us, and came to our assistance; and +one of them, crossing the ditch, undertook to +guide the rear of our column and those below to +another gate, whilst one accompanied us to the +Quai Impérial, where, after waiting a while, we +were at length assembled, drenched with rain +and starving of cold and hunger. The Quai was +silent and dark; the only light gleamed dimly +through the wet from a miserable lamp over the +door of a café, in which people were still moving; +and the only sounds that broke the stillness of +the quarter were the splashing of the rain and +the clattering of our steel scabbards and horses’ +feet as we moved dejectedly on—winding our +way through unknown avenues (for in the dark +I found it impossible to recognise the narrow +streets through which I had so hurriedly passed +in the afternoon), occasionally illuminated by a +solitary lamp, the feeble light of which, however, +was somewhat increased by reflection on the wet +pavement. After following for some time this +devious course, I began to fear I had missed the +road, when again we stumbled upon a Belgic<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span> +guard, by whose direction and guidance we at +length reached the outer barrier. Here we again +came to a standstill, the officer in charge refusing +to let us out. Some altercation ensued: +I forget the particulars, but it ended in his opening +the gate.</p> + +<p>Once clear of the town, we hoped soon to reach +our lodging; but had scarcely advanced a hundred +yards ere we found that result was more distant +than we had fancied, and that patience was still +requisite. The rain had rendered the fat soil so +slippery that our horses could scarcely keep their +legs, and the road running along the narrow +summit of a dyke, with ditches on each side, +rendered precaution and slow movement imperative. +Every moment the fall of some horse impeded +the column; our lanterns went out; and +after wandering a considerable time, we at length +ascertained, by knocking up the people at a house +by the wayside, that we had overshot our mark, +and it was not until two in the morning that we +succeeded in finding the sheds. These were immensely +long buildings attached to some saw-mills, +for what use I know not, unless to store +planks, &c., for they were now empty; but they +were admirably adapted to our purpose, since we +could range all our horses along one side, whilst<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> +the men occupied the other, in one of them. A +quantity of hay, and some straw, left by our predecessors, +was a valuable acquisition to man and +beast under such circumstances. All our enjoyments +are the effect of contrast. It would be +considered miserable enough to be obliged to pass +the night under such equivocal shelter as these +sheds afforded, and that, too, in wet clothes; yet +did we now, after twelve hours of harassing +work and exposure to the weather, look upon +them as palaces, and, having cared for our poor +beasts as far as circumstances would permit, proceeded +to prepare for that repose so necessary and +so longed for.</p> + +<p>I was already ensconced in some hay, when +Lieutenant Leathes, who had been reconnoitring, +brought intelligence that the people were still up +in an adjoining miller’s house, and that they were +willing to give us shelter until morning. Thither, +therefore, we repaired; and being ushered into the +kitchen, quite a pattern of neatness, found the +good woman and one of her men already busy +making a fire and preparing some coffee for us—unlooked-for +luxury! To this kindness she added +the offer of two beds, which were eagerly and +thankfully accepted by Lieutenants Ingleby and +Bell. For my part, I preferred not pulling off<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span> +my wet clothes and putting them on again in the +morning, and therefore declined. Spite of our +fatigue, we were all so refreshed by the coffee, +that a pleasant hour was passed chatting to our +kind hostess and joking with her man Coché, a +sort of good-humoured, half-witted Caliban. At +last sleep began to weigh heavily on our eyelids. +The lady retired to her chamber, Coché hid himself +somewhere, and, sinking back in our old-fashioned +high-backed chairs, we were soon unconscious +of everything.</p> + +<p><i>14th.</i>—Awoke from my slumbers just as the +grey dawn began to render objects visible in the +kitchen. My companions still slept soundly, so +without disturbing them I quietly explored my +way to the door, and soon found myself in a pretty +little garden, ornamented and intersected by high +hedges or walls of verdure, the young leaves of +which, scarcely yet fully developed, were of the +brightest green. These screens, effectually protecting +the beds, in which many an early flower already +blossomed, I thought delightful. It was the first +time I had seen these <i lang="fr">brise-vents</i>, or hornbeam +hedges, which I subsequently found so common. +The air of the morning was delicious, and my +clothes having dried during my repose, I again felt +comfortable and happy as I sauntered about the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span> +garden, enjoying the morning song of the little +birds, with which the whole neighbourhood resounded. +I could have stayed for ever in this +tranquil and, as I then thought it, lovely retreat. +By-and-by my companions turned out, and we +lost no time in getting again under way in order +to reach the gates of Ostend as soon as they +opened.</p> + +<p>Sass, or Schlickens, where we had passed the +night, is the port of the Bruges canal, and hence +the Treckschuyt from Ostend for that city takes +its departure. It cannot be called a village, there +being only a few small houses connected with +the canal business, and some saw-mills and others +worked by wind. Surrounded by marsh, it is a +dreary comfortless place, although this was hidden +from me in the early morning by the verdant +screens in the miller’s garden.</p> + +<p>Our road back to the town, now we had daylight, +appeared very short, and, having dried considerably, +was not so slippery as last night. The +gates were not yet opened when we arrived; a +crowd of workmen of different kinds had already +assembled and were waiting for admission, as were +we, for a few minutes. At last they opened, and +we proceeded to the harbour in search of our ship. +The Quais, beach, &c., were thronged as on the day<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span> +before, and we added to the bustle in disembarking +our guns and carriages, &c. This was completed +by eleven o’clock, and we were ready to +march forward; but the commissariat detained us +waiting the issue of our rations until three <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—four +mortal hours, considering our eagerness to get +on and explore this new country, and the bore of +being confined to one spot, since it was impossible to +wander about the town, seeing that we could not +calculate the moment when these gentry might +find it convenient to supply us. Of our horses +two were still missing, as were some saddle-bags +and a number of smaller articles; and this is not +to be wondered at when the scandalous manner +in which they were thrown overboard, the badness +of the weather, the darkness of the night, together +with the ebbing and flowing of the tide, are taken +into consideration.</p> + +<p>The appearance, too, of the troop was vexatious +in the extreme. Our noble horses, yesterday +morning so sleek and spirited, now stood with +drooping heads and rough staring coats, plainly +indicating the mischief they had sustained in +being taken from a hot hold, plunged into cold +water, and then exposed for more than seven +hours on an open beach to such a tempest of +wind and rain as that we experienced last night.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span> +Here was a practical illustration of the folly of +grooming and pampering military horses, destined +as they are to such exposures and privations. +As for our men, they looked jaded, their clothes +all soiled with mud and wet, the sabres rusty, +and the bear-skins of their helmets flattened +down by the rain. Still, however, they displayed +the same spirit and alacrity as that which has +always been a characteristic of the horse-artillery, +more particularly of G troop.</p> + +<p>Whilst thus awaiting our rations, we had ample +leisure to look about us, and amuse ourselves with +the varied groups collected on the quay and the +novelty of the scene. To be sure, the principal of +these were English, and mostly soldiers too. Some +were drinking at the doors of the cabarets, knapsacks +on their backs, and prepared to start; +others already in movement, escorting baggage; +near us a battery of field-artillery parked, with +their horses picketed in a long line along the +rear of the carriages, quietly eating their corn +out of hair nosebags, which ever and anon they +would toss in the air, the better to get at the +few remaining grains of their food; gunners and +drivers lying about ready to fall in or mount at +the shortest notice. Here they had passed the +night, and the remains of their fires were still<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> +glowing in some rudely-constructed fireplaces of +loose stones or bricks. Such objects were familiar +to our eyes, but they were intermixed with others +which were not. These were the Flemish peasantry, +with their heavy countenances, walking by the +side of their long, narrow waggons, and guiding +their noble horses with admirable dexterity through +the throng by long reins of small (very small) +cord passing through holes in the clumsy highly-ornamental +collars or haims. Long blue smock-frocks, +decorated with embroidery in coloured +worsted about the breast and shoulders; their +skulls ensconced in night-caps, red or white; many +with long thick queues—and all in clumsy wooden +shoes. Women, with hard weather-beaten features, +in long-eared caps, enormous gold pendants in +their ears, a small cross on the breast, suspended +from the scraggy neck by a strip of black velvet, +thick petticoats, giving great swell to the hip, +and from their shortness exhibiting a pair of stout +understanders cased in coarse blue stockings and +terminating in heavy <i lang="fr">sabots</i>, enriched about the +instep by a rabbit’s skin clumped about in all +directions. From time to time a patrol of the +gendarmerie, in plain blue uniforms, with large +white grenades on the skirts and the ends of their +valises, broad belts, and high, stiff, well-polished<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span> +boots, passed quietly through the assembled +crowds; their quick inquiring eyes cast searchingly +about as they moved leisurely along. At the +corner of the quay was a group of boatmen (not +much differing in outward appearance from our +own of the same class) listlessly reclining on the +pavement, or lounging up and down with folded +arms, amusing themselves with the bustling +anxiety of a score of soldiers’ wives, who, loaded +with children or bundles, their ample grey +or faded red cloaks flying out loosely behind +them, struggled through all impediments opposed +to their progress with an activity, perseverance, +and volubility which seemed highly diverting to +the mariners, many of whom, in broken English, +were bantering these amazons, or exchanging +coarse jokes with them; at which play, however,—the +ladies being mostly from the Green Isle—the +gentlemen came off second best.</p> + +<p>Such were the scenes we contemplated, when +a loud cry of dismay suddenly pervaded the +crowd, and all simultaneously rushed to the ramparts. +I followed this movement. The morning, +though somewhat overcast, had been fine, and the +wind moderate; but as the day advanced, and +the flood-tide set in, the south-westerly breeze had +gradually increased to a gale. On reaching the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span> +rampart, I immediately observed that the flat +shore to the northward, as far as the eye could +reach, was covered with a sheet of white foam +from the tremendous surf breaking on it; whilst +the spray, rising in clouds and borne along before +the blast, involved the whole neighbourhood in a +thick salt mist. Nothing could be more savage +and wild than the appearance of the coast. In +the offing, numerous vessels under small sail were +running for the harbour. One small brig had +missed, and before assistance could be given, had +been whirled round the <i lang="fr">jetée</i>, and cast broadside +on amongst the breakers. Her situation was truly +awful. The surf broke over her in a frightful +manner, sending its spray higher than her masts, +and causing her to roll from side to side until her +yards dipped in the water, and induced a belief +every moment that she must roll over. Every +now and then a huge wave, larger than its predecessor, +would raise her bodily, and then, rapidly +receding, suddenly let her fall again on the ground +with a concussion that made the masts bend and +vibrate like fishing-rods, and seemed to threaten +instant annihilation. Of her sails, some were torn +to rags, and others, flying loose, flapped and fluttered +with a noise that was audible from the rampart, +despite the roaring of the surf. The people<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span> +on board appeared in great agitation, and kept +shouting to those on shore for assistance, which +they were unable to give. Intense anxiety pervaded +the assembled multitude as the shattered +vessel alternately rose to view or was buried in a +sea of foam. Numbers ran down to the sands +opposite to her; and from them she could not +have been twenty yards distant, yet could they +not afford the despairing crew the slightest aid. +Whilst thus attending in breathless expectation +the horrid catastrophe, the return of our quartermaster +with the rations summoned us unwillingly +from the rampart to commence our march. We +afterwards learnt that a boat from the harbour +had succeeded in saving the crew (she had no +troops on board); but the unfortunate pilot who +thus gallantly risked his own life for them was +killed by the boat rising suddenly under the vessel’s +counter as he stood in the bow, which dashed +his brains out.</p> + +<p>Of Ostend I have little to say, my whole time +and mind being fully occupied during the few +hours of my stay in it. The impression it made +on me was a dismal one. Narrow dirty streets; +gloomy, old-fashioned, low, mean houses; the +whole surrounded by marsh, sand-hills, or sea; +and that sea, from its muddy colour, detracting<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span> +nought from the lugubrious effect of the scene. Of +the fortifications I saw still less than of the town; +yet, from what little I did see, it would appear +that Ostend depends more upon water than earth +or stone—its great protection consisting in the +facility of inundating the neighbouring marshes. +On the Blanckenberg side, situated upon an eminence +(I think of sand), we had a glimpse of Fort +Napoleon, and working parties were busy constructing +a redoubt among the sand-hills toward +Nieuport. We had no leisure, however, to visit +either.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">Right glad were we to find ourselves at last <i lang="fr">en +route</i> from this dismal place. In passing through +the streets towards the barrier, soon after leaving +the quays, we found that we had likewise left all +the bustle, crowd, and confusion behind us. Few +people were moving about in any of them, and +some were totally deserted. The prospect which +presented itself on issuing from the gates was as +<i lang="fr">triste</i> and repulsive as can well be conceived. In +front and to the left marsh! marsh! for miles, and +looking black, dreary, and pestilential; the distance +obscured by a red haze, occasioned by the +clouds of sand blown inland by the gale from a +range of sand and sand-hills (the <i lang="fr">dûnes</i>) extending +all along the coast. A straight, ill-paved, and +muddy road, running away in long perspective +between two wide ditches filled with stagnant, +stinking water, bordered here and there by a few<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> +stunted willows bending to the blast, and their +usual cold colour rendered still more cold by thus +exposing the whitish backs of their young leaves. +Such was the scene, in which our column (men, +horses, and carriages, soiled, and looking miserable; +the mounted gunners leaning to windward, +with one hand generally upraised holding on their +helmets; the limber-gunners sitting sideways, +turning their backs to the gale) formed an appropriate +accompaniment, as it proceeded slowly +along the causeway. About half-way to Ghystelles,<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> +at a barrier, we were rejoiced at finding +the horses that had escaped from us on the +sands. The man said they had been there all +night.</p> + +<p>After traversing these marshes for about five or +six miles, we entered on a country almost as flat, +but of a very different character, highly cultivated +and well wooded. The road became an avenue, +whilst the adjoining fields were interspersed everywhere +with patches of copsewood, and rows of +tufted bushes serving here and there as boundaries +in place of hedges; the scenery, of course, +much more pleasing, although not seen to advantage +under the still gloomy, overcast sky.</p> + +<p>It was late when we reached Ghistel, the appearance<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span> +of which, however, was consolatory, and +promised some comfort.</p> + +<p>Before we could seek that, a troublesome task +still remained to be performed. Our men could +not understand their billets, some of which were +on isolated farms a mile or two from the village; +neither could they inquire their way. It therefore +became necessary for us to accompany and see +them safely housed ere we could resign ourselves +to the enjoyments of our auberge. In the village +itself they were soon put up, for many of the people +spoke or understood a little English.</p> + +<p>At length, as night set in, our business was +finished, and we all assembled at our auberge, +which, though humble, was delightfully clean, +and to us, after last night’s adventure, appeared +luxurious. No less so was the excellent dinner +to which we soon sat down; whilst doing justice +to which we could not help laughing at its spread, +for it was composed, not of solid joints, &c. &c., +but of an immense multitude and variety of little +dishes of stews and all sorts of nameless (to us) +things. A bottle of good port would have rendered +us superlatively happy, but that was not to +be thought of in Ghistel; so having amused ourselves, +and puzzled the neat, pretty, black-eyed +girl who officiated as <i lang="fr">garçon</i> by our inquiries for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span> +this our national, but by her unheard-of, beverage, +we were fain to make ourselves comfortable, and +pass the evening in social chat over the poor, +thin, though well-flavoured liquor that the house +afforded. Some of our number, to be sure, were +unreasonable enough to grumble, and one actually +got the stomach-ache, but whether from the wine +or last night’s wetting it is difficult to say, though +he swore it was the former.</p> + +<p>I shall not easily forget my delight on retiring, +when I found a most clean, enticing bed prepared +for me, in a pretty little room, the window of +which looked into a quiet well-kept garden. The +enormous pillow at first took me aback. Such a +thing! It seemed to occupy half the bed. I, +however, soon made acquaintance with it, and +enjoyed a most delicious sleep. The first steps +in a new country are to me always a source of +pleasurable sensations. Everything one sees is +striking, interesting, and makes a lasting impression. +This evening and its enjoyments will long +remain a bright spot in my memory.</p> + +<p><i>15th.</i> A fine, mild, grey morning. Our people +paraded in much better order, and very much +higher spirits, than yesterday, and all seemed +pleased with their entertainment. The novelty +amused them, and every one had some tale to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span> +relate of last night’s adventures. Their hosts +had generally been very kind to them, and +allowed them to take as much forage for their +horses as they chose. The poor animals, therefore, +had passed the night equally well. In +marching out of Ghistel, I noticed many houses +of a superior description to the rustic dwellings +which alone I saw last night. Some of these had +much the appearance of stage scenery, having façades +painted to represent pilasters, urns, wreaths, +festoons, &c. &c., all in very childish taste. These, +no doubt, were the villas or <i lang="nl">lusthausen</i> of the Ostend +citizens.</p> + +<p>Our march to Bruges (about twelve miles) was +through a country perfectly flat, but rich and +highly cultivated; and from the numerous little +woods, farms, and substantial villages—added, +again, to the charm of novelty—it was far from +uninteresting.</p> + +<p>About noon we entered the city by a fine, broad, +airy street, rendered pleasing by the intermixture +of foliage with its picturesque buildings, and +swarming with people. By-and-by we came +to narrower streets and more antiquated-looking +houses; winding our way amongst which, we +at last reached the cavalry barrack, situated in +a narrow, dirty back lane at the further extremity<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span> +of the town—a large, heavy, inelegant mass of +masonry, more like some old storehouse than a +barrack. Here, in the extensive yard, we parked +our guns, and put our men into the barrack, the +rooms of which were large, lofty, and vaulted, but +extremely filthy, so that our people had to regret +the clean comfortable billets and kind hospitality +which they would have enjoyed amongst the +inhabitants. A range of ruinous wooden sheds, +extending along two sides of the yard, served as +stabling, and received all our horses.</p> + +<p>Having arranged affairs at the barrack, and +called on Sir F. Lyons, the British commandant, +we betook ourselves to our billet at the Hôtel de +Commerce, which, however, we had some difficulty +in finding. As this was the first large +hotel we had been in, it had the recommendation +of novelty, and everything in it became subject +of curiosity. The large dreary hall; the comfortless +bar adjoining, and separated from it by +an immense window or glazed partition, so unlike +the cheerful snug-looking bar of an English inn; +the equally comfortless and gloomy saloon behind +it, into which we were shown; the squalid, dirty +appearance of the domestics (men or boys), in +filthy cotton jackets and <i lang="fr">bonnets de nuit</i>,—all +served to chill one on first entering. Our arrival,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span> +followed by orderlies and servants carrying portmanteaus, +&c. &c., caused a sensation in the establishment, +every member of which, not excepting +the <i lang="fr">chêf</i>, was assembled to greet us in the hall. +For some minutes a scene of bustle ensued, which +ended in mounting the stairs to inspect our +dormitories. These contrasted strangely with +the vast apartments below. From the head of +the staircase a long corridor ran right and left +the whole length of the house, off which a +number of doors opened into as many little cells, +each barely large enough to contain bed, chair, +and a small table. The beds (without curtains) +were very homely, but quite clean, the furniture +and utensils of the commonest kind. The attendants, +having shown us our rooms, withdrew, and +with the sound of their departing footsteps ended +the bustle of the day. When I again stepped +out on the gallery, the stillness of the place +astonished me—hall, staircase, bar, all deserted; +not a soul to be seen, nor a sound heard except +that of my own tread over the creaking floor; +no ringing of bells; no calls for chambermaid, +boots, or waiter; no running to and fro;—in +short, the place appeared altogether abandoned, +and I hastened into the street to lounge away +the time until dinner, of which, however, I had +my misgivings.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span></p> + +<p>Bruges is a highly interesting town at all times; +but after being shut out from the Continent +so many years, the novelty of everything one +saw enhanced this interest amazingly. My ramble +led me through streets of lofty, whimsically constructed +houses, the upper parts of which sometimes +projected in the manner one frequently +sees in our old midland towns, the projections +decorated with drop-balls on fretwork; immense +windows sometimes occupied the whole front of +each floor; ample portals, the lofty folding-doors +of which were occasionally studded with iron, +like those of a fortress or dungeon; gables, with +high pointed roofs, presented almost everywhere +to the street; chimneys of bizarre and fantastic +forms, and surmounted by a finish of semicircular +tiles rising pyramidally over each other; +here and there towers or turrets with high +conical roofs;—such were the architectural peculiarities +that attracted my attention. The long +streets running in wavy lines, and of unequal +breadth, between these grotesque buildings, exhibited +specimens of costume as novel, and frequently +not less grotesque, which, intermingling +with the scarlet and blue uniforms of our soldiers, +very much heightened the picturesque effect. It +was only in the principal thoroughfares and business +parts of the town that all this animation was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span> +met with. In those quarters principally inhabited +by the richer citizens the streets were as dull, +solitary, and scrupulously clean as it is possible +to conceive. In these I frequently found myself +the only animated being visible—not a loiterer +at a door, not even a head at a window. Many +of even the best houses appeared absolutely uninhabited. +Could this have always been the case? +Was this the state of things when Bruges was +the central mart for the whole Pays Bas, and saw +merchants from every nation in Europe crowding +to its fairs in search of its linen and woollen +cloth, and of the naval stores and rich productions +of India continually arriving from the +north, the Venetian and other Italian States, +when the splendid dress and magnificent palaces +of its citizens were sufficient to excite the indignation +and envy of a queen? Surely not. These +grass-grown streets, now so solitary, then exhibited +very different scenes. Many a plumed and +portly burgher then trod their pavement, and +many a fair bejewelled dame graced the numerous +windows of its palaces, now so silent. This +decay and depopulation dates from the moment +when these wealthy merchants arrogantly resisted +their sovereign, Maximilian, who, aided by Antwerp +and Amsterdam, shut up its port of Sluys,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span> +and thus, diverting its commerce into other channels, +inflicted on it that punishment the effects of +which are so perceptible even after a lapse of +more than 300 years. From these melancholy +monuments of fallen grandeur, and the death-like +silence of these deserted streets, I suddenly +emerged into the midst of bustle in the Grand +Place, where crowds of peasantry were assembled +apparently for the sole purpose of buying and +selling little earthen pots of a peculiar form +(<i lang="fr">terrines</i>), the number of which, disposed in +long rows on the ground, really surprised me. +The Stadthouse stands in this place. It has a +lofty square tower, surmounted by another of +nearly equal height of an octagonal form. This +certainly possesses no beauty, but the singularity +of the construction attracts notice. From the +Place I wandered to the <i lang="fr">Cathédrale</i>,<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> the very +lofty spire of which, I am told, serves as a landmark +for vessels approaching Ostend, though +certainly I do not recollect having seen it there. +It is even <em>said</em> by some to be visible from the +<em>banks of the Thames</em>—a pretty long view! Entering +the temple, I found the garish light of +broad day exchanged for a mysterious twilight,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span> +and the busy hum of high market for a solemn +silence, scarcely interrupted by the light step of +some veiled female (of males only a few, very old +men, were there) as she glided to the spot chosen +for her devotions, where, rapidly crossing herself, +she sank on her knees before a shrine in some +side chapel. At the high altar, priests in embroidered +robes were celebrating mass with a +solemnity which rendered still more ridiculous +their repeated genuflexions, the extinction from +time to time of a taper, and the removal of a +crucifix from one end of the altar to another, +only to bring it back the next moment, whilst +ever and anon they would bow, cross themselves, +and bow again.</p> + +<p>The nave of the church was not spoilt, as ours +are, by pews. A number of plain chairs were +assembled round the pillars, and these served the +worshippers to kneel upon—that is, the men, for +the women invariably sank on the pavement in +most picturesque attitudes. Of the latter, most +seemed in earnest; but with the former, a duty +was hurried through, in which the heart had +evidently little or no concern. Some certainly +placed both knees on the chairs, and, leaning over +the backs with clasped hands, kept their eyes +steadily on the altar, whilst the rapid motion of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span> +their lips betrayed the hurried manner in which +they prayed. Others, however, with one knee +only on the chair, and the body half-turned, +gazed about them whilst mumbling over their +daily portion of prayer. People were continually +coming in and going out, which seemed to +disturb no one, but rather served as amusement +to the gazers just mentioned. However lukewarm +the frequenters of the temple might evince +themselves, yet was there something very impressive +in the scene. In a pictorial point of +view it was most interesting, for the building is +a fine Gothic structure, and the interior of these +always affords picturesque scenery, even without +such accessories as those furnished by the various +kneeling groups, more particularly of females. +Some good pictures I saw, but did not like to +stop and examine them. A striking feature in +this church are the colossal statues of the Apostles +perched upon shelves, one to each column of the +nave: the effect is not good. The pulpit, and +staircase leading up to it, are a most elaborate +and ingenious example of sculpture in wood. The +impression on me was one of wonder at the +inexhaustible patience of the artist. Sauntering +about the church, near the great door I stumbled +upon something not unlike a sentry-box; it was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span> +a confessional! In this sat a sleek-looking priest, +head resting on his left hand, and the ear inclined +to a little grated aperture in one side, +through which a female on her knees, and +shrouded in a black veil, poured out her heart +in a loud whisper. The holy man received the +communication with becoming gravity, though it +was easy to divine, by a short perusal of his +countenance, that he was receiving nothing but +commonplace, or at best no very important, +intelligence. Everything in this religion appears +most childish mummery;—what more so than +this? Leaving Notre Dame, I sought the ramparts. +These no longer exist in a military sense, +but the high grassy mounds which remain, being +planted with trees, serve at once as a pretty +promenade, and diversify the views of the city +from without. The moat in most places still +remains green—almost as the meadows—with +aquatic plants. Some of the ancient gateways, +also, are still there to tell a tale of other times. +These, with their sombre grey towers, roofed with +tile, are eminently picturesque, and harmonise +well with the other buildings of the town. These +towers, with high conical roofs, which one meets +almost everywhere throughout the Continent, +particularly in this country, form a characteristic<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span> +feature, distinguishing its scenery from that +of the British Islands, where the ruins of ancient +castles have almost invariably their round or +square towers terminated by a castellated parapet +and flat roof. True it is that the Irish round-towers +have such roofs; but they are low, and +form a very small portion in the general aspect +of the building: as also those solitary square +towers seen along the Scottish Border, and +sprinkled here and there over the soil of Ireland—the +dwellings or keeps of petty chieftains—were +also surmounted by high, but not conical roofs.</p> + +<p>Tired of rambling about the streets, I returned +to our hotel, where, to my surprise, an excellent +dinner awaited me, exceedingly well served, and +the attendants (who had made themselves clean) +very active and obliging. Among these a boy of +fifteen or sixteen was a perfect beauty—so much +so as to excite universal admiration. Nor must +I forget another beauty of a far different kind—some +very old and genuine cognac. It was quite +a liqueur; and we were so pleased with it, that +each secured a small stock to carry forward with +him. In short, we went to bed in better humour +with the Hôtel de Commerce.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<p class="noindent"><i>16th.</i> Marched through a country very similar +to that of yesterday—that is, flat rich soil, +highly cultivated, very populous, and diversified +with patches of wood, &c.—to Eccloo (<i lang="fr">chêf lieu +du canton</i>), a neat little village consisting of two +broad streets forming a sort of place at the point +of union, where we parked our guns, despite the +objections of the inhabitants, who were woefully +afraid of an explosion. The Duke of Wellington, +<i lang="fr">en route</i> to Ostend, passed as we were forming +up, and scrutinised us pretty closely, but said +nothing, although I afterwards learned that it +was positively against orders to park ammunition +of any kind in a village.</p> + +<p>The landlord of the only auberge was so very +insolent that we formed a mess for the day in +one of our billets, our own servants cooking for +us. The fare was not sumptuous, but, <i lang="fr">en revanche</i>,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span> +very cheap, consisting entirely of our rations. +My own billet here was in the house of a widow, +who kept a hardware shop—humble, but, as usual +in this country, a pattern of cleanliness. Returning +from the mess, I joined the old lady and her +daughter in their little parlour behind the shop, +and two or three neighbours coming in, the +conversation became animated. The subject was +the return of Napoleon and the probable consequences. +According to their ideas, our cause +was hopeless. Last year our hostess had lodged +an officer of Cossacks, whom she described as a +most gentlemanly man.</p> + +<p><i>17th.</i> The same description of country accompanied +us to Ghent. At the large village of +Lovendeghem the road joined the canal; and here +we obtained the first view of this celebrated city, +the birthplace of Charles V., and the scene of so +many interesting events in the history of the +middle ages, forming, with its numerous towers, +a fine termination to the long vista of the +canal.</p> + +<p>Nearer the coast the trees had been small and +somewhat stunted; indeed, most of the woods we +had seen were merely coppice. Here, however, +they assumed a different character, being of large +size and great luxuriance, giving a much higher<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span> +interest to the landscape as they bordered the fine +meadows lying along either side of the canal, on +the bank of which our road lay. The scenery now +became further enriched and enlivened by the +frequent occurrence of country-seats, generally of +brick, and embowered in foliage; a lawn stretching +down to the canal, and terminated by a +terrace with a low parapet-wall and a summer-house +at one end of it. The only boat, however, +we met, was the packet going to Bruges; and +the road itself was so solitary that, had not our +eyes convinced us to the contrary, we should +never have imagined ourselves approaching so +rich and populous a city.</p> + +<p>About two <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> we reached the canal harbour, +separated from the city by a handsome <i lang="fr">barrière</i> +(<i lang="fr">grille</i>) or iron railing in imitation of spears, the +shafts painted light blue, with gilded blades. A +small building, with the word “<i lang="nl">Octroi</i>” in large +letters over the door, stood on one side of the gate +by which we now entered the capital of Flanders, +and immediately found ourselves in a fine broad +street, with large and stately houses on either side. +Yet the very first impression was that of disappointment. +The street was lonely, almost deserted, +and nearly every second house exhibited +a board bearing a notice in French and Flemish +that it was to sell or let—“<span lang="fr">Maison à louer</span>,”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span> +“<span lang="nl">Huys zu heuer</span>,” or “<span lang="fr">Maison à vendre</span>,” &c. &c. +Curious it is that two languages should be indispensably +necessary; but such seems to be the +case here, for I observed that all proclamations +and public notices of any kind were invariably in +French and Flemish. We proceeded some way +through the same sort of quiet and (apparently) +depopulated region; but at last, crossing a broad +canal, or, may be, one of the several rivers which +here unite, we came at once into the very heart +of bustle, business, fine shops, and crowds of +people, continuing on nearly a mile, through all +which we at last reached the cavalry barracks +(our destination), quite at the further extremity +of the town, near the Barrière de Bruxelles, where +we parked our guns and put up our horses; but +there was no room for the men, consequently they +were billeted.<a id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> Nothing could be more inconvenient +than this arrangement, though I believe +it could not be helped, the place being already +crowded with troops, English and French—for this +was the headquarters of Louis XVIII.’s phantom +of an army. Upon ascertaining the situation of +our billets, too, we found things still worse, these +being generally in the Quartier de Bruge, a distance +of nearly one and a half miles from the barrack, +and some still farther off—one detachment<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]</span> +being billeted at La Barqué, a cabaret on the +canal harbour, and another at some village still +farther off. A serious inconvenience this for +horse-soldiers, whose duties required them to be +so continually at the barrack, and most harassing +when it is recollected that the distance from barrier +to barrier is reckoned three miles—the whole +distance over an execrable pavement. It was not +without some trouble that I succeeded in finding +my own billet in Bruge Straet, a respectable house, +but nowise remarkable either for size or architecture. +My host, a stout cheerful-looking old +gentleman, whose bearing and dress bespoke the +opulent citizen, met me in the gateway, and with +great cordiality (recognising my billet) ushered +me into a large room by the side of the brick-paved +entry, announcing it as mine during my +stay, at the same time offering me the use of his +whole establishment, particularly of his cook. +This last I accepted with pleasure, having arranged +with my officers that our mess should be +in my quarter, wherever that might be. Meantime, +my baggage-cart having been drawn up the +narrow yard and the horses dismissed, the great +gates reclosed, and the bustle of arrival subsided, +everything sank into silence—a silence as predominating +in the street without as within the house.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span></p> + +<p>My apartment was a large, lofty, long room, +running back from the street, towards which two +high windows admitted such insufficient light that +even in fine weather it was particularly gloomy. +At the farther end two folding-doors cut off a +portion of its length, and this was fitted up as a +bed-chamber—dark enough. The furniture of the +<i lang="fr">salle</i> consisted of a few common chairs and a +large table covered with oil-cloth. The floor +was without carpet, as the windows were without +either blinds or curtains. How the rest of the +house might have been fitted up I am ignorant, +having seen no more of its interior than the kitchen, +which opened into the yard, and that was +certainly the neatest and cleanest I ever saw, with +its red floor and red stoves and highly-polished +brass pans, &c. &c. Nor did I ever see much +more of the inhabitants; for, with the exception +of two females in the kitchen, the house seemed +deserted. A man-servant certainly assisted at +our dinner, but we rarely saw even him at any +other time. Not a voice—not a foot-fall—not a +sound of any kind, unless emanating from ourselves, +ever disturbed the death-like silence that +reigned through this establishment. Mine host +was, I believe, a merchant, and went out every +morning to his business, whence he returned not<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]</span> +until the evening, at least as far as I could ascertain. +I saw nothing more of him from my first +reception until I called to take leave and thank +him for his attentions and hospitality. These +consisted in the assistance of his servants and the +use of his beer-cask, on which we drew for our +daily supply.</p> + +<p>During the seven days we remained in Ghent, our +time was so occupied by duties that there was little +leisure to look about us. Twice every day it was +necessary to be at the barracks, so that a very +great portion of my time was spent in walking +backward and forward between them and Bruge +Straet.</p> + +<p>Amongst other duties it fell to our lot to furnish +a guard of honour to Louis XVIII., then residing +in Ghent, his own troops having been sent +to Alost to make room for the British, which were +continually passing through. Our subalterns were +very well pleased with this arrangement, for the +duty was nothing. They found an excellent table, +and passed their time very agreeably with the +young men of the <i lang="fr">garde du corps</i>, some of whom +were always in attendance. Many of these were +mere boys, and the anteroom of his most Christian +Majesty frequently exhibited bolstering matches +and other amusements, savouring strongly of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span> +the boarding-school; however, they were good-natured, +and always most attentive to the comforts +of the officer on guard. The royal stud was +in the barrack stables, and consisted principally of +grey horses, eighteen or twenty of which had been +purchased in England at a sale of <em>cast horses</em> from +the Scots Greys.</p> + +<p>We frequently met French officers of all ranks, +and formed acquaintance with many gentlemanly, +well-informed men. At the Lion d’Or +and Hôtel de Flandre we found there was a table-d’hôte +every night at 8 o’clock, and, by way of +passing the evening, usually resorted to one or +the other for supper. Here we were sure of meeting +many Frenchmen, and as the same people +were generally constant attendants, we became +intimate, and discussed the merits of our national +troops respectively over our wine or <i lang="fr">ponche</i>. It +was the first time most of them had had an +opportunity of inspecting British troops closely, +though many had often met them in the field; +and they were very curious in their inquiries into +the organisation, government, and equipment of +our army. Although allowing all due credit to +the bravery displayed by our troops in the Peninsula, +and the talents of our General (the Duke), +yet were they unanimous in their belief that<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span> +neither would avail in the approaching conflict, +and that we must succumb before their idol and +his grand army; for though these gentlemen had +deserted Napoleon to follow the fortunes of Louis +XVIII., it was evident they still revered the +former. Their admiration of our troops, particularly +of the cavalry, was very great; but they +expressed astonishment at seeing so few decorations. +It was in vain we asserted that medals +were rarely given in the British army, and then +only to commanding officers, &c. They shook +their heads, appeared incredulous, and asked, +“Where are the troops that fought in Spain?” +There might have been something more than +mere curiosity in all this. There might have +been an anxiety to ascertain whether their countrymen +were about to cope with veterans or +young soldiers. It might have been thrown out +as a lure, to provoke information relative to +the present employment of those veteran bands. +Moreover, I shrewdly suspected many of these +gentlemen were actually spies. Amongst others +who had followed Louis XVIII. was Marmont. I +think it was the day after our arrival, passing +over the open space near the Place d’Armes, by +the river, I saw a French general officer exercising +a horse in the <i lang="fr">manège</i>, and learnt with astonishment<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span> +that this was Marmont; for the man +in question had <em>two</em> good arms—whereas, for +years past, I had, in common with most people in +England, looked upon it as a fact that he had +left one at Salamanca. French deserters, both +officers and privates, were daily coming in; it +was said they deserted by hundreds. Be that as +it may, I one day saw a column of thirty march +up to the Bureau des<ins class="corr" id="tn-55" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'Logemens'"> +Logements</ins>. They were +in a most miserable plight—all in rags—and +apparently half-starved. All these deserters, as +well as the rest, were forwarded without delay +to Alost. The Commissaire des Logements told +me that, after the departure of the French troops +to Alost, there still remained more than 300 of +his Majesty’s immediate followers for whom it +was necessary to provide in Ghent.</p> + +<p>The huzzars of the K. G. Legion, stationed +about Detto, and toward the frontier, frequently +sent intelligence of hostile movements; but except +this, we were in perfect ignorance of the +positions either of our own or the French army. +Regiments arrived from England, halted a night, +and were off again we knew not where.</p> + +<p>Meantime we lived well, and saw as much of +the place as our scanty time would permit. The +markets were most abundantly supplied with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span> +everything, and very cheap; so that with the assistance +of our <i lang="nl">bourgmestre’s</i> cook we kept an +excellent table at a moderate rate. As for our +horses, although they had exhibited symptoms of +having felt their exposure on the sands at Ostend +when we first arrived, yet rest and good forage +soon restored their original appearance, and we +began to get tired of Ghent and long for a +forward move.</p> + +<p>I cannot, however, bid adieu to Ghent without +recording a few notes, which my confined means +of observation enabled me to preserve; and be it +remembered that, at that period, the continent of +Europe was almost a <i lang="la">terra incognita</i> to Englishmen, +to whom everything, therefore, even trifles, +bore a degree of interest, which our present intimate +acquaintance may cause to appear puerile at +the present day.</p> + +<p>I need not say that Ghent is a large and populous +city, standing upon ground generally flat, +intersected and divided into numerous islands by +three or four rivers, besides canals, which hold +their course through it, nor that it is the birthplace +of the Emperor Charles V.; but I may add +that Ghent, independent of its historical recollections, +is, and ever must be, a most interesting +place, particularly to the artist; for where can<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span> +we see such picturesque street-scenes as are exhibited +here? The streets, bordered by lofty houses +generally of a quaint style of architecture, wind +their devious way—now narrow, now spreading +out to an ample breadth—with an irregularity that +certainly leaves no room to complain of sameness. +This irregularity attaches as much to the houses +as to the streets. These are of every variety—high +stepped gables towards the street, little turrets +with pointed roofs, others with large French +windows, and, again, others all window, as at +Bruges. These, intermingled with, and partially +seen through, the foliage of the trees, which in +many places border the canals, &c., offer most +picturesque morsels, precisely such as one sees in +the pictures of the old Flemish painters, so that +they appeared quite familiar. This effect is considerably +heightened by the deep embrasures of +the windows, lofty grotesquely ornamented portals, +and, above all, the rich deep tone of colouring +that pervaded the whole. Chapels and churches, +too—some in the Gothic, others Italian, or still +more modern styles—intervened continually, the +whole forming rich perspectives, animated by +the varied and bustling crowds of citizens, peasants, +soldiers, &c. One peculiarity struck me as +savouring much of indolence and curiosity combined:<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58]</span> +almost every house, at one or more windows +of the first floor, had small square mirrors, +sometimes single, sometimes double, so arranged +that persons seated within the room could see the +passengers on the <i lang="fr">trottoir</i> below without stirring +from their seats. In English towns one constantly +sees heads peeping over the blinds; here, +no one is seen at the windows.</p> + +<p>Near the centre of the city is the Place d’Armes, +a large square, having the area ornamented by +rows of well-grown linden trees, and its houses +of a superior character to those in the adjoining +quarters. This is the focus of business, and in +this neighbourhood one sees all the best shops, +some of which astonished us by the profuse display +of Indian goods, particularly silk pocket-handkerchiefs, +which we found of the very finest +quality, and at about half the price they sold at +in England. The Place d’Armes is, however, +spoiled in a great measure by the shabby wooden +railing enclosing the promenade.</p> + +<p>In this square was a magnificent hotel, at least +as far as outward appearance went. The Duc de +Berri had his quarters in it; and one day, as I +returned from the barrack, I saw him set off for +Alost. This was the first travelling equipage I +had seen in the country; and consequently I was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59"></a>[59]</span> +much amused with the coxcombry and costume +of the postilions—their glazed hats stuck on one +side; queues, each with the side-hair neatly +plaited in; short, very short jackets; and, above +all, the enormous jack-boots. But if the costume +amused, the dexterity with which they handled +their whips astonished me—“klang-klang-klang,”—between +them they almost made music. The rapid +and dexterous manner in which, flourishing their +whips over their heads, they crack them—before, +behind, right, and left—is of a piece with that +manual dexterity with which our laboratory-boys +make ball-cartridges, and our drummers, by quickly-repeated +but distinct taps, produce a rolling +sound in which the most delicate ear cannot detect +a break. But to return from this digression.</p> + +<p>The very little time I had to myself did +not admit of seeing half the place, and my +wanderings were pretty much confined to the +neighbourhood of the line between Bruges Straet +and the barrack. Sometimes, however, I did +extend a little to the right and left, and in +one of these excursions got a glimpse, but no +more, of some pleasant gardens—public, I suppose—in +which numerous walks, overarched with verdure, +intersected each other, and presented, as +the weather was hot, most inviting retreats. At<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span> +another time I wandered as far as the Citadel,—I +suppose the one built by William III. of +England, not that of Charles V., of which not +a vestige remains. It must have been but an +insignificant work;—the plan, I think, a parallelogram. +The mounds of the ramparts remain +entire, and the wet ditch. At present it is completely +overlooked by the neighbouring houses. +From this work, which is situated just without +the <i lang="fr">barrière</i> of the road to Thermonde, one commands +a prospect, perhaps, of its kind unrivalled. +Here are no picturesque or romantic features, but +the eye wanders unimpeded over a region as flat +as the ocean, and, like it, only terminating in the +distant horizon. This region is amongst the +richest in the world, and, spite of its flatness, +offers to our view a scene at once pleasing and +astonishing. Verdant meadows, enameled with +myriads of yellow and white flowers, amidst +which graze innumerable herds of the finest cattle, +extend for miles from the city, and then, intermingled +with corn-fields, groves, and thickets, +amidst which are seen everywhere villages, farms, +and scattered houses, melt gradually away into +the blue distance. In the immediate foreground, +a singular hillock, crowned by a little chapel and +environed by trees, rears its form and enhances<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span> +the picture by variety of feature and the interesting +peeps admitted between the openings of the +foliage. The road from Thermonde passes through +this grove, and, covered as it generally is (or was, +when I saw it) with groups of market-people, +carts, and cattle, &c., throws a charming animation +into the scene. The lengthened perspective, +too, of this road running away in a straight +line bordered by trees, and gradually diminishing +until lost in the distance, breaks the unvaried +flatness of the meadows, and prevents one feeling +them monotonous. Returning from the Citadel, +I joined the rustic crowd pouring in through the +<i lang="fr">barrière</i>, and, following the stream, was brought +by it into an extensive square surrounded by +lofty and antique-looking houses, apparently the +exclusive abode of the humbler classes of merchants +or artisans. The crowd here was immense; +and it was not without difficulty that I made my +way through it. I think this is the Marché aux +Grains. Not far from thence I stumbled on the +great gun, called the Basilisc,<a id="FNanchor_5" href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> said to have been<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span> +cast by order of Charles V., to overawe the +Ghentois. As far as I could see, this enormous +piece, which reposes on a mass of brickwork in +an open space at the turn of the street, is a plain +unornamented cylinder of iron (wrought). It was +too high for minute inspection. The pedestal +upon which it rests serves also as a public fountain, +about which are usually groups of gossiping +women with their pitchers under their arms, or +noisy boys.</p> + +<p>Amongst the buildings of Ghent, interesting +from their style, the ancient Gothic Hôtel de +Ville stands pre-eminent, with its rich and elaborately-ornamented +façades. This venerable +pile is said to have been built, at least the older +part of it, in the beginning of the seventh century. +Another remnant of antiquity, perhaps still more +old, I discovered in my own neighbourhood—this +was the ancient castle, Castrum Ganda(?), +a small open space, in the corner of which are the +remains of thick walls and one tower still nearly +entire—its different storeys affording lodgment +to several poor families, from whom, however, I +sought in vain for any information respecting +these ruins. From the direction of the patches +of wall, I conjectured that the open space was +once the inner court of the castle.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span></p> + +<p>In the same quarter was one of the markets, +through which I passed every day in going to +and coming from the barrack; it was for meat +and vegetables, &c. The latter were exposed for +sale in the open air in baskets, as with us; and +here, as everywhere else, one could not but be +struck with the great abundance and fine quality +of every produce of this rich country. One vegetable +seemingly in great request was the tender +root of the hop plant. This, when peeled and +stewed in milk, is really delicious. We had it +every day on our table, and it was a general +favourite. A principal occupation of the market-women +was peeling these roots, which were +then thrown into a basin of cold water to keep +them fresh, and thus exposed for sale. The meat-market +adjoining was under cover and closed in, +like the central avenue of Covent Garden, forming +a long street of stalls, each full of the finest meat +imaginable, cut up into joints, &c., whilst overhead, +suspended under the roof, were innumerable +whole carcasses of bullocks, sheep, and pigs. +Nothing could exceed the cleanliness of this +place, or the neatness and propriety of dress of +the butchers, their wives, and daughters. Unlike +our markets, there was no loud talking, no confused +gabbling of tongues; everything seemed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span> +conducted with the utmost quiet, order, and decency. +The middle of the passage was thronged +with well-dressed people of all classes and both +sexes. On entering I was struck with a singular +dull murmuring sound that pervaded the building, +somewhat resembling the sound of a distant +mill, which I soon perceived to be produced by +the active industry of the women, who, instead +of sitting idly waiting for custom, were all busily +employed pounding sausage-meat. If ever I +could relish a sausage it would be a Ghent one, +for nothing can exceed the cleanliness of the operators +and their operations, or the goodness of the +materials of which they are made. One may form +some idea of the abundance of this fine country +from the fact that, having been all last year the +seat of war, and now everywhere occupied by numerous +foreign troops, still there appeared no diminution +in the supplies, and the markets of every +town exhibit as great a profusion as ever.</p> + +<p>With the exception of a slight sandy eminence +at Eccloo, the first undulations of the country we +had yet seen were at Ghent. On the southern +side of the town I ascended with pleasure a hill, +which apparently was the commencement of a +sort of rolling country extending towards Deynse. +From its summit is an excellent view of the city<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span> +and the fine country around it. Meadows of the +liveliest green, intersected by numerous streams, +exhibited everywhere immense quantities of linen +exposed for bleaching—such was the scene immediately +below. In the distance, as the plain became +foreshortened, it seemed to be bounded by woods. +The city itself was rendered a more pleasing object +by having its sombre masses broken and +relieved by large plots of garden-ground and the +frequent intervention of foliage. On this hill +stood a large square building, once a monastery, +but suppressed during the Revolution, like many +others. To what use it is now turned I could not +guess, as not a living soul was to be seen in or +about it of whom to make inquiry. The massive +pile, with its numerous windows, high roof, and +yawning portal, was not an unpicturesque object. +I sauntered into its solitary court; grass had +almost overgrown the pavement, and desolation +was stamped on every feature. I could not look +on all this without indulging in a dream, and in +my mind’s eye embodying fat and lazy monks +strolling about the court, or lounging in idle converse +on the stone benches against the sunny +wall; again, some more venerable figure passing +the corridors in silent meditation. On the road +from the town, too, I conjured up groups of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span> +ascending and descending brothers, and though +not approving of their vocation, could not but +regret the absence of their picturesque costume. +The only convent I saw besides this in Ghent +was an inhabited one, and it is to be hoped +always will be. This is the Beguinage, to +which I hardly know whether the term “convent” +should be applied, for it rather resembles +a small town. Each of the sisters has a separate +dwelling, with a little flower-garden in front of +it, much in the style of some of our better kind +of alms-houses in England. It appears an old +building, and is surrounded by a moat.</p> + +<p>The Cathedral of St Bavon being in our neighbourhood, +and not much out of the way of my +daily walks, I frequently went in to see what was +going on; for one goes to these Catholic ceremonies +as to any other show. This church makes +no great appearance from without, but the interior +is imposing and beautiful, as all Gothic interiors +are. The panels of the choir over the stalls +are a series of paintings exceedingly well executed, +representing the acts of St Paul, I believe. The +curiosities of the church are the crypt, the tombs, +and the pulpit. The former of these probably +originated in the unsoundness of the ground rendering +such a foundation necessary. Its arches<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span> +are semicircular, and spring from low but very +massive pillars. Mass is sometimes performed +here, but only often enough, I should imagine, to +prevent its desecration. Of the tombs, there are +two of very admirable sculpture—the one in +white, the other in black marble—both, I think, +of bishops. The pulpit is like that of Bruges—an +elaborate piece of carving in wood—notable +monument of patience and perseverance. One +evening, attracted by the chanting, I walked in, +just as a procession wound slowly from behind +the choir, and advanced with banners and lighted +tapers down the side aisle. The approaching +twilight had thrown every part of the church +into a mysterious obscurity, harmonising well +with such a scene. Two boys in scarlet surplices, +with shaven heads, but beautiful faces, came first, +swinging about large handsome censers of silver. +The atmosphere was soon impregnated with +the smoking frankincense, whose odour was well +calculated to aid the imposing effect. Two banners, +in form resembling the labarum, followed. +To these succeeded a train of priests, in variously-coloured, +rich, and picturesque dresses, some bearing +other banners of different shapes and devices; +and a number of boys, all habited like those +already mentioned, and equally fair, flanked the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span> +procession, and enveloped it in a light haze by +the fumes of their incessantly swinging censers. +The chant had just died away as I +entered the nave, and the procession, with solemn, +silent tread, moved slowly down the aisle—the +only sound that broke upon the ear being the +grating rattle of the censer-lids as they were +drawn rapidly up and down the chains. Then +again the full impressive harmony of the chant +filled the vaulted roof with its sweet and solemn +notes, died away, and after another pause was +again and again resumed; and thus, having made +the circuit of the nave, the procession became +gradually lost in the obscurity of the aisle as it +slowly retired behind the choir, whence at intervals, +softened by distance, the chant still rose +over the dividing screen behind the high altar.</p> + +<p>Puerile as these exhibitions may be, the effect +on me was exciting; and as the last notes were +faintly re-echoed through the building, I left it in +a frame of mind far different from that in which +I had entered.</p> + +<p>On the Sunday we passed in Ghent a mass was +celebrated expressly for Monsieur (le Comte d’Artois). +Expecting something grand, I repaired to +the cathedral in company with several other officers. +We were received with great civility by<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span> +the functionaries of the establishment, and provided +with seats in the stalls and organ-loft. Our +party formed the whole congregation, for there +were none of the inhabitants. We had not been +long seated ere a slight movement and the shuffling +of feet in the direction of the grand entrance +announced the approach of the illustrious communicant; +and Monsieur entered the choir, followed +at a little distance by the gentlemen of his +suite: a small man of good figure, but of no +very distinguished appearance. He was dressed +in a blue uniform coat with silver embroidery, +white breeches, and silk stockings. He advanced +with a quick pace to the steps of the high altar, +where a single chair had been placed for him, +bowed very low, crossed himself most devoutly, +bowed again, and, kneeling on the chair with his +arms resting on the back, buried his face in his +hands, and in this attitude remained throughout +the ceremony. His suite, military and civil, +ranged themselves across the choir behind him. +A few found chairs, and knelt on them, but the +greater part remained standing, and seemed little +interested in the service. At length, to my great +joy, the last taper was extinguished, and, tired to +death, I made my escape, resolved never again to +attend a royal mass.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span></p> + +<p>With the interior of the houses in Ghent I had +little acquaintance, having seen no more of them +than the rooms inhabited by our own officers. +In our Quartier de Bruges were many very large +and even magnificent ones—some of them in the +modern style, with French windows, of three or +four stories, or occasionally only one, with a basement +entirely blank; others, again, in the heavy +antique Flemish style, with large windows in +deep embrasures (perhaps with little panes of +glass set in lead, and divided by heavy stone +mullions)—those on the ground-floor defended +by an iron cage, as in Spain; lofty folding-doors, +full of iron studs, surmounted by a cumbrous, +tasteless pediment, or an equally cumbrous +escutcheon, looking gloomily magnificent. In +all cases, however, the most scrupulous cleanliness +and neatness were general characteristics; +and as the street-doors usually stood wide open +throughout the day, the eye of the passenger, as +it glanced through the darkened perspective of +the entrance-hall, was sure to be refreshed by the +vivid verdure of vines and acacias decorating +the interior court—a never-failing accompaniment, +particularly to the older houses.</p> + +<p>One of my officers, with whom I had established +a breakfast mess, was billeted in a house<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span> +(or rather palace) of the latter description in the +Rue de Poivre (Pepper Straet). The rooms in +this were of magnificent dimensions, wainscoted +with some dark wood, the doorways and ceilings +ornamented with arabesques. They were scrupulously +clean, but very bare of furniture, the little +there was (merely chairs and tables) clumsy and +antique—folding-doors with their ornamented +encasements reaching to the ceiling—neither door +nor window frames painted. The whole house was +as deserted and silent as I have described my own +to be—gloomily obscure; but this, as the weather +was hot, formed a recommendation, for it was +deliciously cool. The only inhabitants ever seen +either by my companion or myself were the lord +of the mansion—a most precise, polite, frigid +little sexagenarian, and an old domestic in cotton +jacket and <i lang="fr">bonnet de nuit</i>, who sometimes assisted +Q.’s servant. The old gentleman was, however, +most civil in going through the ceremony of +offering everything his house afforded, but what +that might be there were no means of ascertaining, +for we never either saw or smelt his kitchen. +The garden, an irregular area of no great dimensions, +presented a grove of trees with thickets of +underwood, threaded in all directions by narrow +serpentine walks; and to prevent a sense of confinement,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span> +I suppose, the high boundary-wall was +painted from top to bottom in distemper, with the +representation of a distant country sky and all. +The effect of this, in my opinion, was vastly inferior +to that which would have been produced +by covering it with vines or flowering creepers. +Another of our people dwelt in a house of quite +a different description—it was one of those already +mentioned as having a blank basement, +and giving but a single row of large French windows +to the street. My friend’s apartments were +truly luxurious. The walls were covered with +French paper representing the scenery of some +tropical region, the furniture (of which there was +even a superfluity) all elegant; the large windows, +adorned by ample draperies, looked out upon a +lovely and luxuriant garden, and the light that +entered through them was broken and tempered +by festoons of vine leaves that hung across them, +whilst the air came redolent of delicious odours +from the ocean of flowers below, and the ear was +entertained with the sweet warbling of birds +suspended in pretty cages of brass wire in all +parts of the house. The family consisted of +several females—handsome, elegant, and simple +in their dress; women—servants, scrupulously +neat and clean, but not a man. These ladies<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span> +must have been people of some consequence, if +we may judge from the number and respectability +of their visitors. The general aspect of the population +of Ghent, as seen in the streets, &c., did +not strike me as having anything very peculiar +in it to attract the attention of a foreigner; the +numbers, however, and to him novel appearance, +of the secular clergy form a feature not to be +omitted. An Englishman is totally unused to +having the Church and its accessories so constantly +in his presence as he here finds it. Both +eyes and ears remind him perpetually of one and +the other. The <i lang="fr">carillons</i>, and the irregular unmeaning +jingle-jangle of the bells from the +numerous churches, continuing more or less +throughout the day—the monotonous nasal +chant issuing from every church one passes +(and they constantly recur)—the occasional rencontre +of some procession, and the number of +priests to be seen everywhere in black cassocks +and bands, with very small three-cornered cocked-hats +stuck formally on their well-powdered heads—never +allow one to forget Holy Mother Church +as a leading member of the commonwealth. +These priests all look sleek and in good case—they +are evidently well fed; and it is amusing to +see some of them (very young men) gliding along<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span> +with downcast eyes (<i lang="la">vultus dejectu</i>) and demure +steps, whilst ever and anon a stealthy sidelong +glance announces that their thoughts are not +entirely abstracted in devotional meditation—that +they are not insensible to the excitement of the +busy scene around them. To these maybe added +the dowdy, homely figures of the Beguines in +their inelegant black dresses, as inelegant and +truly <em>bizarre</em> caps of snow-white linen floating +like enormous wings on either side of their heads. +The remainder of the population, as I have said, +offered nothing very striking in the way of costume, +at least as far as regarded the higher +classes. People everywhere now have adopted, +it may be said, a common uniform. All the +male world wear round hats, tail or frock coats +of sober colours, and trousers. The rich old +<i lang="nl">bourgmestres</i>, for instance, are precisely what +one would figure to himself a <i lang="nl">bourgmestre</i> to +be—fat, portly, aldermanly men, often in cocked-hats +and powdered wigs, a sober or sad-coloured +suit of good broad-cloth, amply cut, breeches +ditto, silver knee-buckles, white or striped silk stockings, +clumsy, square-toed, but well-polished, +high-quartered shoes, with enormous silver +buckles—quite antiques; the finish, a handsome +cane with golden knob, sometimes ruffles, figured<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span> +silk waistcoats, &c. &c. The peasantry frequenting +the markets differed from our people of the +same class in the prevalence of short striped cotton +jackets, caps, and <i lang="fr">sabots</i>. Many of them, +like our rustics, wore smock-frocks, much ornamented +about the back, breast, and shoulders by +embroidery in coloured worsteds; these frocks, +however, are generally dark-blue. The street +groups of the middle and lower classes were +principally characterised by the frequency of +short jackets, generally nankin or striped cotton, +breeches of velveteen, with silver knee-buckles +and striped stockings; cloth, nankin, or a sort of +grey linen, foraging-caps of all shapes—some +trimmed with wool or fur, generally having long +pendant tassels from the top, and almost all +having immense broad shades either of leather, +or of the same material as the cap.</p> + +<p>Of the manners of a people it would be presumption +to speak on so short an acquaintance. +The little intercourse we had with them, however, +made a favourable impression on us. We found +those of the upper classes obliging and polite; +the tradesmen civil and attentive; the labouring +classes quiet, orderly, and extremely respectful.</p> + +<p>In point of religion, the men of the upper classes +appeared indifferent or lukewarm, the women<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span> +very assiduous in the performance of ceremonies, +in which it was obvious the heart frequently had +little concern. The lower orders were superstitious, +priest-ridden, and extremely punctual in the +performance of their duties. The peasantry alone +seemed quite in earnest. I may characterise the +whole population, high and low, as priest-ridden; +for, however indifferent the men of the former +may be, they are not a whit the less subservient +to these their spiritual, and generally temporal, +masters.</p> + +<p>It would be unjust to condemn as immoral a +whole people for the vices found in their cities. +We ought not, therefore, to pass unqualified censure +on the Flemings because this was exhibited +to us openly in the streets of their great cities. I +allude to the barefaced manner in which we were +tormented incessantly by a number of boys making +the most impudent and depraved propositions, and +that with a pertinacity not readily repulsed. An +instance of moral and religious degradation, I am +happy to say, we rarely met with afterwards until +our arrival at that hotbed of vice—Paris.</p> + +<p>Our last transaction in Ghent was the taking +over a number of baggage-mules from Captain +Clive’s Brigade of the German Legion Artillery. +These beautiful animals they had brought with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span> +them from Spain, and I shall never forget the grief +and indignation with which they parted with them. +Affection for, and care of, his horse, is the trait, +<i lang="fr">par excellence</i>, which distinguishes the German +dragoon from the English. The former would +sell everything to feed his horse; the latter would +sell his horse itself for spirits, or the means of obtaining +them. The one never thinks of himself +until his horse is provided for; the other looks +upon the animal as a curse and a source of perpetual +drudgery to himself, and gives himself no +concern about it when once away from under his +officer’s eye. The German accustoms his horse to +partake of his own fare. I remember a beautiful +mare, belonging to a sergeant of the 3d Hussars, +K.G.L., which would even eat onions. She was +one of the very few that escaped after the disastrous +retreat of Corunna, and had been saved and +smuggled on board ship by the sergeant himself. +In the Peninsula the only means of enforcing +some attention to their horses amongst our English +regiments was to make every man walk and +carry his saddle-bags whose horse died or was ill.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<p class="noindent"><i>April 24.</i>—Orders to march to-morrow morning +to Thermonde. At a loss to know where this can +be, but find it is Dendermonde. Whether this be +in consequence of any movement of the French +army, or only for the purpose of concentration, +we are in the dark. The other troops of horse-artillery +in Ghent have also received orders to +march, but we move independently of each other. +To-day passed in preparation, visiting, and leave-taking. +Called on my host, whom I found in a +handsome well-furnished drawing-room at the back +of the house, looking over a very nice garden. +Had no idea of so much cheerfulness and comfort +existing under our roof, nor of the two good-looking +women I found with him. After much +complimenting we parted.</p> + +<p><i>25th.</i>—Fine morning. Marched early; leaving +Ghent by the road already mentioned as passing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79"></a>[79]</span> +under the Citadel, and crossing that flat but splendid +country which I understand extends without +interruption to Antwerp, or rather to the Tête de +Flandre. This is the Pays de Waes, perhaps the +highest cultivated land in Europe. It is said to +have been once little better than moving sand, +but that the great quantities of manure laid on it +for so many successive centuries have completely +changed its nature, and produced the fine rich +black mould which is now everywhere of considerable +depth. If this be true, it will in some +measure account for the hillock already spoken +of, which is entirely of sand. Passing close under +this, I could not but be struck by the circumstance +of this sandy mound standing in the midst of an +otherwise unbroken level, and conjectured it must +be artificial—one of those enormous tumuli erected +as the tomb of departed warriors, or as a look-out, +which was a common Roman custom, particularly +in so flat a region. It is about the height of Silbury, +perhaps less, but by no means of so regular +a form; its slope, which is covered with trees and +bushes, being excavated and broken in numerous +places, probably for the sand. Standing as it +does amidst a grove of trees, through the boles +of which one catches pretty peeps of the blue +distance, and crowned by the little chapel, independent<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span> +of its historical or geological existence, it +is really a very interesting object, and forms an +admirable foreground to a picture of the Pays de +Waes. Every one does not understand the beauty +of a landscape the principal feature of which is +a dead level. Yet these, like others, have their +beauties, which consist principally in the effect +under which they are seen, and the delicious +tones of the aerial perspective gradually melting +into the purply tints of extreme distance. I have +often found very exquisite beauty in these flat +Flemish scenes, especially when relieved and +animated by groups of men and cattle, such as +one sees in Cuyp and all the Dutch and Flemish +masters. Whether from the richness of the soil, +or some peculiar quality of the atmosphere, I +know not, but I always fancied the colouring +here much more vivid than in England, and the +distances much more purply—quite Italian. But +I am halting under the hill; so to proceed. Our +road led us through the midst of this magnificent +Pays de Waes, everywhere exhibiting such crops +and such pastures as it is difficult to form an +idea of—the latter covered with fine beasts, which +I understand are brought hither from Holland to +fatten. We passed through several populous villages, +particularly Locristy and Seven Eeke, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span> +about fifteen miles from Ghent reached Lokeren, +a large manufacturing town, having all the dirty, +smoky, dismal appearance of our northern manufacturing +places, to which the blackish-coloured +stone—somewhat, in colour at least, resembling +the slag used about Bristol as a building material—contributes +not a little. The houses, of three and +four storeys, appeared tenanted each by many +families; and the population had all the squalid, +filthy character of our own manufacturing population, +always excepting those of Stroudwater +and the bottoms in Gloucestershire. Cloth is +the article fabricated here, but of what quality I +know not.</p> + +<p>A strong column of Hanoverian infantry, composed +of several battalions of militia, crossing our +route, detained us at the entrance of the town +more than half an hour, to the great amusement +of a crowd of gazing weavers and dyers, with +upturned sleeves and blue hands and arms, who +surrounded us. The Hanoverians were fine-looking +troops, generally very young, and completely +English in dress and appointments, except that +the officers wore particoloured sashes. Each +battalion had a very good band, though rather +noisy, from the number of jingling instruments +entering into its composition—as cymbals, triangles,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span> +ottomans, &c. &c.—all which are much +more patronised by foreigners than by us. The +Chaussée terminating at Lockeren, when we continued +our march it was on a bad cross-road, which +soon brought us to Zêle—a large populous manufacturing +village, having a wide, clean street. +Houses in the cottage style, and generally only +of one floor. The whole population turned out +to see us pass, with the <i lang="fr">curé</i> at their head—a +tall, respectable-looking old man, who, judging +from the good-humoured countenance with which +he scrutinised our column as it passed, and the air +<i lang="fr">empressé</i> with which he came forward to offer +his advice respecting the road to Dendermonde, I +set down either as a very amiable person, or very +zealous in the cause of legitimacy: we were feeling +our way without a guide, and therefore had to +ask. The respectful, quiet, and contented air of +his flock spoke also in his favour, and, together +with the bright eyes of numerous pretty women +among the crowd, left a favourable impression of +Zêle.</p> + +<p>Henceforward the scenery took a very different +aspect, and we exchanged the smiling, populous, +well-wooded country we had been hitherto traversing +for a lugubrious, marshy tract, devoid of +anything that could break its monotony—neither<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span> +trees nor houses, and but few cattle, were to be +seen, whilst the abominable road became so slippery +that it was with difficulty our horses could +keep their feet.</p> + +<p>About half a league from Dendermonde we struck +the Scheldt, but could see nothing of it or the +opposite country for the high dyke by which the +river is here confined, and along the foot of which, +for some little distance, our road lay, until it +brought us to a wooden bridge elevated nearly +thirty feet above the water, and so tottering that +it was necessary to pass by single divisions, and +even then its vibrations were not pleasant. Our +quartermaster, who had been sent in advance, +met us here, with orders not to halt in Dendermonde, +but to proceed on to St Gille, situated +beyond it on the Brussels road. The appearance +of things improved here, from the number of trees +about Dendermonde, which we soon after entered +by a long, straight, narrow, gloomy, mean-looking +street of low houses, built of the same dark stone +we had seen at Lokeren. This led us to a spacious +quay, encompassing what I supposed to be the harbour, +for the water was very low, and the mud bare, +like Bristol. Passing round the head of this, we +soon left the town again, and almost immediately +found ourselves at St Gille, which consists of a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span> +few mean houses scattered along the Chaussée, +the only decent one being that of a <i lang="fr">juge de paix</i>, +on which I found myself billeted.</p> + +<p>In a country so carefully cultivated as this is, +a piece of waste land is a rarity, and therefore we +had some difficulty in forming our park, which at +last was done in a small enclosed cemetery, not +without disturbing the ashes of the dead, and +running some risk of breaking our horses’ legs +and our own necks, for the graves had all been +so loosely filled in that the horses sank to their +shoulders in the light soil. Our men and horses +were dispersed amongst the neighbouring farms +of the commune, and though rather widely scattered, +yet most comfortably put up everywhere.</p> + +<p>Whilst employed at the park my servant had +taken my baggage to my billet, so that on repairing +thither I found Madame la Juge, <i lang="fr">en habit de +Dimanches</i>, already waiting at the door to receive +me. A fine and handsome woman, perhaps +turned of thirty, and possessing a degree of <i lang="fr">embonpoint</i> +which, whilst it added dignity to her +air, detracted nothing from the grace of her person. +She received me with more than common +politeness, with kindness and cordiality, which, +as an intruder, I felt I had no right to expect, +and, conducting me into the house, assured me<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span> +that it should be her study to render my stay at +St Gille as agreeable as possible, ushering me into +an apartment destined for my use, and offering +the assistance of her servants—in short, the whole +house was at my disposal. All this was not +mere compliment, for in good truth she kept her +word to the very letter. I never experienced +greater kindness, or more sincere hospitality, and +under such circumstances soon felt myself perfectly +at home in my neat lodgings.</p> + +<p>What a contrast was this to the gloomy billet +I left in the morning in the silent, solitary Rue +de Bruges! Here everything was light, airy, and +cheerful. But I must describe my new home. +The <i lang="fr">apartment</i> consisted of a saloon of about +eighteen feet square, with a little cabinet or +sleeping-room adjoining and opening from it. +Both were as clean as it was possible to conceive +anything could be, and the white walls perfectly +immaculate. Furniture of the simplest kind—chairs +of oak or walnut ranged along the walls, +two tables covered with oil-cloth, neat but scanty +window-curtains, with draperies and fringe, +and a most brilliant stove, <i lang="fr">en faïence</i>, ornamented +with brass-work, standing out nearly in the +middle of the floor; that floor of red tiles, or +brick highly varnished, the coolness of which, in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span> +the present hot weather, was highly grateful. I +have designated this room as light and airy, and +truly it was so, for it was illuminated by no less +than six windows. Three of these in the front +commanded a pleasant view over the well-wooded +and beautifully-cultivated country beyond the +great Brussels road, which ran beneath them—the +fields more resembling extensive gardens +than anything else. As this part of the house, +projected beyond the <i lang="fr">porte cochère</i>, a window in +the side afforded a peep up the road, terminated +by the town of Dendermonde, which hence appeared +embosomed in trees. Two fine acacias in front +of the gateway overshadowed this with their +delicate pensile foliage, and screened it from the +hot rays of the afternoon sun. The remaining two +windows in the back looked into a delicious and +carefully-kept garden, divided as usual by those +verdant hornbeam walls into different departments. +Such was my saloon. My bed-room, if so it may +be called, was equally neat and simple in its +equipment: a low bedstead without curtains, +bedding of humble materials, but so clean that +the most fastidious could have found no fault +with it, a chair or two, and a small dressing-table +in the single window, constituted its whole furniture. +Having made arrangements for establishing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span> +our mess here, I set off to visit my people, +who, as before mentioned, were scattered by threes +and fours all over the commune amongst the +farmers; and with these good and simple people +I found them already quite at home. In most +houses I found them seated at dinner with the +family—at all they had been invited so to do; +and everywhere the greatest good-humour and +best possible understanding prevailed between +the host and guests. When I asked, “<span lang="de">Ist der +meister content mit den Soldaten?</span>”—gibberish +coined for the occasion, as they understood no +French, and I no Flemish—the answer was always +a hearty “<span lang="nl">Yaw, mynheer—yaw! ist brav—ist +goot</span>”—at the same time goodnaturedly slapping +one of them on the back, and leering archly +round at the others. Boys, women, and children +would all swarm round me, exclaiming “<span lang="nl">Goot, +goot, goot!</span>” Then, anticipating my wish to see the +horses, one of them would invite me to the stables, +which, though dark, were all warm and comfortable. +Here I found our cattle stowed away, perhaps, +amongst half-a-dozen of their elephants of +horses, literally living in clover, for their racks +and mangers were full of it (the finest I ever +saw), and their stalls of clean straw up to their +bellies. These good <ins class="corr" id="tn-87" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'poople'"> +people</ins> seemed quite proud<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span> +of having made the lucky brutes so comfortable. +I found afterwards from our Juge de Paix that +this bounty was in some measure repaid by the +dung, which is here so valuable that the production +of one horse in four-and-twenty hours is +worth at least three or four pounds of hay, and +perhaps four times the quantity of clover.</p> + +<p>These farming establishments were very much +alike, generally speaking; embosomed in orchards, +which in their turn are surrounded by lofty +elms. The dwelling-house is usually of brick, +only one floor, a high roof, under which are the +dormitories with garret-windows, sometimes two +tiers of them. On the ground-floor the windows +are large and open in the French style, outside +shutters almost invariably <em>green</em>. Commonly +there are only two rooms on this floor, one on each +side of the passage, the door of which opens on +the yards, as do the windows. One of these +rooms is the kitchen, or ordinary residence of the +family, the other is a <i lang="fr">salle de cérémonie</i>. In +the first is the usual display of brass pans, kettles, +crockery, &c., which, with some common benches +and a large table or two, constitute its furniture. +As everywhere throughout this country, the most +perfect cleanliness prevails, and the metallic lustre +of the brass is brought out as much as scrubbing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span> +can effect. The <i lang="fr">salle</i> exhibits a collection of +stiff old-fashioned chairs with rush bottoms and +high upright carved backs, ponderous oaken +tables, snow-white window-curtains, and a series +of very common prints, in as common frames, +suspended from the walls. These usually represent +saints, &c. On the chimney-piece waxen or +earthenware figures of animals, fruits, &c.; and +frequently affixed to the wall over the centre one +sees a kind of deep frame or box with glass front, +in which, amongst cut paper, moss, or shell-work, +is either a crucifix or a portrait of the Virgin and +child. The barns, stables, cow-houses, and other +out offices, form the other three sides of a square +of which the front of the dwelling is the fourth. +A rough pavement of about ten or twelve feet +wide runs all round in front of the building; the +remainder of the area is one vast dunghill, having +a reservoir in the centre to receive its drainings, +whilst it receives those of the cow-houses, stables, +and dwelling by means of gutters constructed +for the purpose. This precious fluid is the great +dependence of the Flemish agriculturist, as the +principal fertiliser of his fields. When the land +is to be manured, it is carted out upon the +grounds in a large tub (like a brewing-tub). A +boy leads the cart very slowly all over the field,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span> +whilst a man, armed with a scoop, keeps scattering +it in all directions. It must be confessed +that the fields after this aspersion do not exhale +the most savoury odours, but then nothing can +exceed their fertility. The country about Dendermonde +was, generally speaking, laid out in long +narrow patches, separated from each other sometimes +by a belt of turf, sometimes by a footpath, +at others by ditches, along the edge of which +might be a growth of alders, but no regular hedges +anywhere. Towards the Dender, ditches of water +were the common division, and these fields were +fertilised by irrigation, not by the scoop, and a +more beautiful verdure could not be seen, all +being pastures; of the other fields or patches, each +bore a different crop, some flax, some wheat, some +<i lang="fr">trèfle</i> or clover, some buckwheat, some hops—the +whole district having the appearance of one vast +garden. The soil in general was a light rich +mould, but degenerating into sand as it approached +the Scheldt, on the north side of St Gille. The +absence of hedges was fully compensated by the +numerous copses that enriched the scenery in all +directions, together with the rows of trees with +which almost every road was bordered, so that, +although a dead level, nothing could be more +pleasing than the pictures it presented, except<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span> +the tract towards the Scheldt, which was bleak +enough.</p> + +<p>My rounds finished, I returned to my billet, +where I found our people all assembled, and we +soon sat down to a most excellent dinner. The +wine, which we had procured from the town, was +thin, pale, almost white, but of a very piquant +flavour, and over it we were enjoying ourselves, +when a servant came in, and announced that +M. le Juge, having that moment returned from +the town, begged permission to pay his respects +to M. le Commandant. Permission granted. +Enter a little vulgar-looking man, about sixty +years of age, whose coarse and by no means prepossessing +physiognomy was not improved by +the loss of an eye; nor was his person set off to +the best advantage by his costume, consisting of +a shabby blue frock, dark waistcoat sprigged over +with golden flowers, and very long drab pantaloons, +hanging about his legs in large folds, evidently +unrestrained by any suspensatory process. +His head was surmounted by a sort of forage-cap +of dark-green velvet, with a band of silver lace, +and a silver tassel falling over the crown. Doffing +this, with a profusion of bows he casts his +sharp single eye inquiringly round our party, exclaiming, +“<span lang="fr">M. le Commandant?</span>” I bow.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]</span> +“<span lang="fr">M. le Commandant, se trouve-t-il bien ici?</span>” I assent, +and express my gratitude to his better half +for her attentions. “<span lang="fr">Da tout, M. le Commandant, +da tout! Elle n’a rien fait que son devoir +aupres de vous, M. le Commandant! Et de plus, +je vous engagé de considerer la maison and les +domestiques tous à votre service, M. le Commandant—tous, +tous, tous!</span>” (pronouncing strongly +the final <em>s</em> of the last word) “<span lang="fr">et si, par hazard, M. +le Commandant aimerait la solitude, voilà la joli +promenade là bas,</span>” pointing to the garden. All +this passed with us as mere words; but we had +formed a wrong estimate of our Juge, who fulfilled +to the utmost his professions, and turned +out a very worthy fellow. Whilst this colloquy +was in progress, our friend had established himself +at the table with less ceremony than might have +been expected from so complimentary a gentleman, +and the bottle, circulating briskly, had the +usual effect of loosening tongues and tightening +friendship. M. le Juge begged to know where +we had obtained our wine, which he did not approve +of; it was not such as we ought to drink; +begged permission to send for some of a very +superior quality from his own cellar. The wine +is brought accordingly, a bottle drawn by Monsieur +himself with great solemnity and some grimace,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span> +relating at the same time its whole history. +Clean glasses are called for, Monsieur fills a bumper, +and after contemplating it for a moment +against the light, hands it to me with a profound +inclination. In colour it exactly resembles what +is on the table. I taste it: there is not a shade +of difference in the flavour. M. le Juge fills a +glass for each of my companions, and hands it to +them with the same ceremonious bow. It was +easy to see that their opinions coincided with +mine; but we did not wish to hurt the good man, +and so we one and all smacked our lips, and pronounced +it excellent. He immediately ordered +a further supply, and insisted on our drinking +nothing else. However, the bottles becoming +mingled on the table, none of us could distinguish +the difference, and our friend himself, I observed, +filled his own glass indiscriminately from +the one and the other. He meant to treat us, +and took this way of accomplishing it, no doubt. +We found him an intelligent, facetious companion, +although, as we got farther into the night, he did +get a little prosy with his anecdotes of the good +people of Dendermonde. <i lang="fr">En revanche</i>, he amused +us much with a description of the process of enrolling +the militia then going on; and droll pictures +he drew of the peasantry who were brought<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span> +to him for that purpose every day by the <i lang="fr">gens-d’armés</i>. +It would seem that these people were +forced into the service sorely against their will, +being much attached to Buonaparte, and quite +averse to the new order of things. This seemed +to be the general feeling amongst the bourgeois +of Dendermonde, as far as we could learn; and it +appeared very doubtful whether our worthy host +himself, although a public functionary under the +new Government, did not participate in this rage +for Napoleon and Impérialisme. Be that, however, +as it may, he was so well pleased with our +society, that the first cocks crew ere he retired, +his hiccoughing adieus and twinkling eye fully +demonstrating that, for him at least, the wine was +not quite such watery stuff as we had at first +imagined. To us <em>port-drinkers</em> it was innocuous. +The next day we had leisure to look about +us, and visit Dendermonde—a place, in my mind, +inseparably connected with Corporal Trim and +Uncle Toby; and no little amusement was it to +my good Juge and his spouse when I related to +them the story. They thought it all true for a +time.</p> + +<p>Whilst my comrades sought the town, I turned +to the country, which for me has infinitely more +charms. The steeple of a village church peering<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span> +above the trees about a mile from us, on the Brussels +road, attracted me in that direction. The +opulent village of Lebbeke, embowered in orchards, +appeared peculiarly animated as I approached +it. White tents, horses at picket in long lines, +groups of artillerymen, peasants and their waggons +bringing loads of hay, intermingled amongst +the apple-trees, enlivened the scene. Three batteries +of 9-pounders were parked in the orchards, +and their people partly billeted in the farms, +partly encamped near their guns. It was a +curious medley of peace and war. Here a large +barn by the roadside, its doors thrown wide open, +and peasants within busily occupied in threshing, +spoke of the former; the guns and their accompaniments +in the opposite orchard, of the latter—the +horses, looking cool and comfortable under +the shade of a fine row of elms, quietly eating +their hay, or playfully biting each other. Gunners +and drivers, half undressed, were lounging about +the tents, or sitting on the wall by the roadside, +contentedly smoking their pipes; others busy +cleaning their appointments, or raking up the +hay in front of the horses.</p> + +<p>Large, substantial-looking farm-houses principally +formed the village street, and by their comfortable +appearance aroused the taste for rural<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span> +life; but this would be overset by the sight of an +officer, his coat unbuttoned, forage-cap on head, +and cigar in mouth, lolling listlessly out of a +casement, as if perfectly at home—a sight directly +antagonistic to the tranquillity of rural retirement. +The Flemish waggons, with their teams +and drivers, bringing loads of hay, amused me +much—long-bodied, and on low wheels, drawn +by four, and sometimes five, immense animals, +overloaded with fat. The waggoner, walking beside +the fore-wheels, guides his team with some +dexterity by means of long reins of cord running +through holes in the haims. The horses are harnessed +two and two, if the team be of four—otherwise +two in the wheel and three leaders abreast, +always separated from the wheelers by exceedingly +long traces; the pole invariably used. The +richer farmers, as with us, affect great show in +their teams, the harness being gay with fringes +and tassels of coloured worsted, and the haims +are always particularly fine. These are of wood, +flat, about four or five inches broad, the edges +frequently studded with brass nails, the front decorated +with painted flowers, and often with the +Imperial eagle. The overgrown horses are pampered +like pet lapdogs, and never required to do<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span> +one quarter of the work they are capable of. They +are noble brutes.</p> + +<p>However rich the scenery of this country may +be from its cultivation, still, in an Englishman’s +eye, there is something wanting. Except on the +pastures along the Dender, no cattle are ever seen +animating the fields. The absence of hedges or +other fences obliges the farmer to keep these +shut up, except for a short period after the +harvest, when they are turned out to pick up +what they can along the borders and on the +<i lang="fr">trèf</i> layers.</p> + +<p>The quantity of manure accumulated by keeping +them up is considerable, and no doubt enters +into the farmer’s calculation. Sheep in small +flocks (for I do not see that any large ones are +kept) are taken out to pasture by a shepherd and +two or three dogs—not at all resembling our +sheep-dogs, except in sagacity, but small black +curs with long tails. I have seen one of these +shepherds dozing on a bank by the roadside, +whilst his little flock, grazing in an adjoining +slip of grass-land, was quite as efficiently +watched as if the fellow had been wide awake. +This slip was bounded on three sides by young +wheat, and on each of the dividing borders was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span> +posted one of these curs. As the flock moved +forward or backward so did the dogs; and whilst +they fed, these intelligent animals kept incessantly +running backwards and forwards on their +post like sentinels, instantly darting at any sheep +that attempted to break bounds, and driving it +back into the grass-plot. The day was exceedingly +warm, and their lolling tongues proclaimed +that the little animals had no very +light task of it, whatever their master’s might +be.</p> + +<p>The town of Dendermonde (of which I saw +but little) is situated on the right bank of the +Scheldt, at the point where the little river +Dender flows into it, as the name imports—Dender +mond or mund—<em>Dender mouth</em>. This +river flows through it, and, being backed up by +sluices, forms the basin I noticed on the day of +our arrival. It is not large, and its population +might be about 5000 or 6000—manufacturers of +linens, fustians, &c. &c. The fortifications have +nearly disappeared, the only remnant that I saw +being something like a ravelin on the Alost side. +It is, however, so surrounded by water, and the +country is so flat, that an extensive inundation +could soon be formed to supply their place if<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span> +necessary. The general aspect of the town is +mean and gloomy, but on the side next to St +Gille were several good-looking houses, though +all built of the same dark stone. We saw here +more pretty women, however, than we had yet +met with, always excepting in Zêle.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">Finding all quiet, and that our move hither from +Ghent had only been for the purpose of bringing +us nearer to the cavalry, whose headquarters +were at Ninove, and into a more abundant +country for forage, we now gave ourselves up to +the amusements our situation afforded, as much +as the requisite attention to military duties would +allow. Some made excursions to Brussels and +Antwerp; some passed their mornings knocking +about the balls at a miserable billiard-table upon +the rickety floor of an up-stairs room in a neighbouring +cabaret; whilst others made a sort of +flirting acquaintance with some of the fair damsels +of Dendermonde. The time flew quickly, +because we were happy.</p> + +<p>I was anxious to see Antwerp, and proposed +going thither; but day after day something +occurred to prevent me, and at last I had the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101"></a>[101]</span> +mortifying reflection of having passed six idle +days within eighteen miles of it, and yet never +been there. My only excursion was to Alost, or +Aulst, as they call it. On the 28th Leathes and +I set off on this expedition. Until within a mile +of Alost, the character of the country we traversed +was much the same as that about Dendermonde, +but the villages and farm-houses were less +neat and more poor in their appearance—ragged +thatch instead of slates and tiles, &c.—and the +streets of the villages or hamlets narrower and +dirtier. During the whole ride we saw but one +house that appeared the residence of a gentleman, +and that was a large heavy-looking brick building, +standing in the midst of an old-fashioned +garden, ornamented (if so it may be called) with +painted statues of men and monsters quite in the +Cockney style. <i lang="fr">En effet</i>, this was the <i lang="nl">lusthause</i> +of a wealthy <i lang="nl">bourgmestre</i> of the Ville de Gand. +Approaching Alost, we found the character of +the country changing, and having seen nothing +but a dead level ever since landing at Ostend, +were agreeably surprised at finding ourselves +ascending a gentle slope, and surrounded by +a gently undulating country, yet so slightly so +that we were not aware of it until on it. +Passing a sort of advanced barrier, we soon<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]</span> +reached the town, and rode into a respectable +sort of square, where we dismounted at the +Maison d’Autriche. No accommodation for horses +here, so we were obliged to resort to a carrier’s +in an adjoining street, where we with difficulty +got stable-room, all being crowded with horses +of Louis XVIII.’s cavalry. Being tired when I +returned to Dendermonde, I made no note of my +visit to Aulst, and therefore can say little about +it. All I remember is a fine broad street of +handsome houses running up an ascent; a pretty +public walk (<i lang="fr">en berceau</i>) called L’Allée d’Amour +(as we should say, <i>Love Lane</i>; and what town +or village is there in England which has not its +Allée d’Amour?); a fine church, in which was a +series of paintings (good, I believe) representing +the life and adventures of some saint; the canal +harbour, full of boats laden with corn and hay +for our cavalry, the contractors having established +here their grand depôt, &c. &c.; great +crowding and bustling in the streets, occasioned +partly by this circumstance, partly by the presence +of the Duc de Berri and his troops, and +partly by an unusual influx of travellers. Moreover, +I remember that we got a most delicious +omelet and bottle of very fine Sauterne at the +Maison d’Autriche, for which (<i lang="fr">garçon</i> included)<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span> +we paid only five francs; whilst, <i lang="fr">en revanche</i>, as +it were, we had to pay eight to the villain of a +carrier for the feed of bad oats which our horses +would not eat; that we saddled them ourselves, +and sallied from Alost, expecting, in due time +and without <i lang="fr">contre-temps</i>, to reach St Gille; that +we actually arrived within a mile of Lebbeke, the +spire of whose church was closely seen by us +above the trees, and towards which we attempted +a short cut, which attempt ended in losing ourselves, +and wandering about for an hour within +800 yards of St Gille, and always with the spire +of Lebbeke in view, without being able to reach +one place or the other; and that there we might +have wandered till doomsday, had we not fortunately +fallen in with a patrol (foot) of <i lang="fr">gens-d’armés</i>, +who put us into the right way—such is +the intricacy of this country, intersected as it is +by lanes and ditches, like network, and the view +confined to the neighbouring field by the multitudinous +little woods. We got home! <i lang="fr">Chez moi</i>, +things went on so comfortably that I was quite +happy, my worthy host and his spouse treating +me and mine quite as part of the family. Of +Monsieur, however, I did not see very much, for +every morning, immediately after breakfast, he +went to his office in Dendermonde, where he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span> +remained all day, and he never ventured another +soirée with our party. The last year (1814) my +position in their <i lang="fr">ménage</i> had been occupied by +a French colonel, of whom they spoke in the +highest terms, always winding up with, “<span lang="fr">Ah! il +était brave garçon, celui là.</span>” When taking +leave of them, which the approach of English +troops rendered necessary, he added to his adieux, +“<span lang="fr">Mais pour l’année prochaine;</span>” and both these +good people confidently expected to see him +again, setting it down as certain that the moment +the Emperor advanced the English would hasten +to their ships, never dreaming that we could resist +<em>him</em>. So slipped time away, and my present +comfort approached its end.</p> + +<p><i>May 1st.</i>—I still slept, when, at five o’clock in +the morning, our sergeant-major aroused me to +read a note brought by an orderly hussar. It +was most laconic—<i lang="fr">la voici</i>: “Captain Mercer’s +troop of horse-artillery will march to Strytem +without delay. Signed,” &c. &c.</p> + +<p>Where is Strytem? and for what this sudden +move? These were questions to which I could +get no answer. The hussar knew nothing, and +the people about me less. One thing was positive, +and that was, that we must be under weigh +instanter, and pick out Strytem as best we might.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span> +The sergeant-major, therefore, was despatched to +give the alert; and having given the hussar a +receipt in full for his important despatch, I proceeded +to clothe my person for the journey, having +hitherto been <i lang="fr">en chemise</i>. As the trumpeter +was lodged in a house close by with my own +grooms, the “boot-and-saddle” quickly reverberated +through the village, and set its whole population +in movement. A gentle tap at my door +announced a visitor. What was my surprise on +opening it!—there was Madame la Juge <i lang="fr">tout en +déshabillé</i>, evidently just tumbled out of bed, and +apparently much agitated. Such a scene I did +not expect.</p> + +<p>“<span lang="fr">Ah, Monsieur, vous allez partis!</span>” and she +actually began to sob and cry like a child. Was +she serious, or was this acting? If the latter, +she certainly played her part so well that I could +not but give her credit for being in earnest. It +is so delightful to believe one’s self interesting to a +fine woman. Advancing my toilette, I tried at +the same time to moderate this outbreak of feeling. +She only wept the more. Meantime M. +le Juge arrived on the stage, his old blue frock +carelessly thrown on, and his nether garment occupying +both his hands, one holding it up, and +the other arranging it, the eternal green cap<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span> +stuck on his head, hardly yet quite awake—unwashed, +uncombed: the good man did not present +the most amiable figure by the side of his +neat consort.</p> + +<p>Our people were not accustomed to delay, and +the road in front of the house was already a scene +of bustle from the assembling of the detachments +lying nearer home. Although still lachrymose, +Madame did not stand idle; but, seeing my servant +sufficiently employed packing my portmanteau, +set about preparing breakfast, to which I +soon sat down, whilst the worthy couple waited +on me, recommending this and that, and pressing +me to eat, much in the manner of two fond +parents hanging over the early meal of their darling +boy, about to return to school by the expected +coach. I could not but feel grateful for so much +kindness, and consequently sorrow at so soon +leaving them; and so this breakfast was rather a +melancholy one, although the morning sun did +shine so bright. The good people were unceasing +in their regrets, and repeatedly made me promise +that, if I remained in the country, I would pay +them another visit—a promise I was never able +to fulfil, however.</p> + +<p>To my questions respecting Strytem, Monsieur +could give no satisfactory answers. “It lay in a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span> +very fine country, somewhere in the neighbourhood +of Brussels; and we had better take the road to +that city in the first instance, and trust for further +information to the peasantry as we went along.”</p> + +<p>These people are singularly ignorant in this respect, +having no knowledge, generally speaking, +of any place more than two or three miles from +home. Monsieur, however, invited me to follow +him to his study—a small room all in a litter—over +the gateway, and there, after some hunting +amongst books, old clothes, &c. &c., he rummaged +out the mutilated fragment of an old but very +excellent map, which he insisted on my putting +into my <i lang="fr">sabretache</i>, which I did, and still keep +for his sake.</p> + +<p>At length the moment of departure arrived, the +parade was formed, my horse at the door. The +tears of Madame flowed afresh as she embraced +me. Monsieur led me by the hand to the gateway. +Here the great coarse Flemish cook, the +corner of her apron applied to her eyes, for she +also wept (at the departure of my groom, I suspect), +came running out, her clumsy <i lang="fr">sabots</i> with +their trimmings of rabbit skin clattering along +the stone passage like the hoofs of a cart-horse. +My servant had made her a present for her assistance, +in her eyes so magnificent that she could<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span> +hardly express her gratitude, and so poured on me +a shower of thanks and blessings, and recommendations +to the protection of saints and saintesses, +with a volubility which her usual taciturn, +phlegmatic manner had not led me to expect. +“<em>Prepare to mount!</em>” “<em>Mount!</em>” The trumpets +sound a march, and waiving a last adieu to the group +at the gate of my late home, I turn my back on it +for ever, perhaps. The men were in high spirits, +and horses fat as pigs and sleek as moles—thanks +to rest, good stabling, and abundance of <i lang="fr">trèf</i>. +Most of the peasants on whom many of our men +had been billeted accompanied them to the parade, +and it was interesting to witness the kindness +with which they shook hands at parting, and the +complacency with which, patting the horses on +the neck, they scanned them all over, as if proud of +their good condition. And yet these were Napoleonists, +according to our Juge. For my part, I +believe they were utterly indifferent as to whether +they lived under the rule of Napoleon or the house +of Orange, so long as their agricultural labours +were not interrupted: and this alone, I suspect, +was the cause of their aversion to being militiamen.</p> + +<p>Passing through Lebbeke, we found the three +brigades of 9-pounders also getting on march, and +the whole village astir. The officers told us their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span> +orders were to march direct to Brussels, and they +were fully persuaded the French army had advanced.</p> + +<p>For about seven miles the road lay through a +country differing little from what we had hitherto +seen; but then it became suddenly hilly. Ascending +the first long but not very steep ascent, we +were assailed by a host of beggars, who had stationed +themselves here to take advantage of the +slow pace at which carriages were obliged to +ascend the hill. These were the first I recollect +having seen in the country. The ragged boys +accompanied the column to the top of the hill, endeavouring +to excite, if not compassion, at least +admiration of the agility with which they rolled +themselves along alternately on hands and feet, +like so many wheels—a feat that procured them +some coppers.</p> + +<p>The country had now totally changed its character; +still fertile, highly cultivated, and abundantly +populous, yet presenting scenery of a much +more interesting nature. Fine swells enabled one +to obtain, from time to time, most charming views +of the rich distance, instead of, as hitherto, being +confined to a few hundred yards of meadow, shut +up, as the flat country was, by trees and small +copses.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span></p> + +<p>Villages and large farms appeared in all directions, +intermingled with extensive woods; the +fields exhibited the richest exuberance of crops—wheat, +rye, hops, buckwheat, &c., with their +lighter tints relieving the more sombre tones of +the woodlands. Here the spire of a village +church, there the conical roofs and quaint architecture +of a chateau, peered above the foliage of +the woods, and increased the interest of the +scene. To me this change was delightful. I +thought I had never seen anything half so rich +as the fine landscape spread before me when I +turned to look back on gaining the first summit. +The height, however, was not sufficient to allow +me, at this distance, in a country so thickly +wooded, to see Dendermonde again, though my +eye eagerly sought it. The large village of +Assche (town, I should call it, being marked +bourg in the map) crowned this hill, and here +we found a battery of Belgian Horse-Artillery in +quarters. The men lounging about in undress, or +without their jackets, without any appearance of +a move, induced us to believe our own was, after +all, only another change of quarters—and we +were right. The people here knew Strytem, +which they said was only a few miles distant, to +the southward of the road we were on. Accordingly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span> +I despatched an officer to precede us, and +make the necessary arrangements for our reception; +at the same time quitting the chaussée, we +plunged into a villanous cross-road, all up and +down, and every bottom occupied by a stream +crossed by bridges of loose planks, which to us were +rather annoying from their apparent insecurity, +as well as from the boggy state of the ground +for some yards at either end of them. However, +if the road was bad, the beauty of the country +through which it led made ample amends. Descending +from the hill on which Assche is situated, +we travelled for two or three miles through +a bottom, between two nearly parallel ridges, +whose slopes exhibited all the luxuriance of +vegetation in splendid crops of grain, &c., and +magnificent trees, so peculiar to this country, +whilst an almost continued wood occupied their +summits. This part of our route reminded me +strongly of the valley in which High-Wycombe +lies, though there nothing like this exuberance +is seen. About a mile, as it proved, from +Strytem, for we had not as yet seen anything +like a village, we ascended the hill again, and +were continuing along the summit when a +peasant, in blue smock-frock and white night-cap, +came running after us with a scrap of paper in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span> +his hand, which he presented to me with a most +profound bow, doffing at the same time his dirty +cap. A few lines in pencil from Dr Bell informed +me that the bearer would lead us to +Strytem; and he by signs—for he spoke no +French—gave us to understand that we must +turn back, having passed the road leading +thither. Accordingly a countermarch, by unlimbering, +took place, and, following our guide, +we descended into a most secluded little valley, +green and lovely, the bottom being principally +meadow, everywhere surrounded by stately elms. +The road, however, became worse than ever—deep +tenacious mud, sadly broken up. After marching +a short distance we passed a wheel-wright’s +shop; then came to a broader space, where +stood a small mean-looking church, a miserable +cabaret, a forge, two very large farm establishments, +with a few wretched-looking cottages;—this, +our guide gave us to understand, was Strytem. +Bell’s note spoke of a chateau at the point +we were to make for, but here was nothing of the +sort. All seemed disappointment, for the miserable +place itself was so different from the fine spacious +streets and substantial houses of all the villages +we had hitherto seen, that one could scarcely +imagine it to be the same country. Our guide,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span> +however, led on, and after passing this poor collection +of dwellings, a high stone wall bounding +the road to the left, with a wide gateway in +the centre, announced the chateau, which was so +completely shut in by the woods, &c., that the +first glimpse we got of it was on entering these +gates. A spacious green court sloped down to +the building, a dreary-looking old pile of brick, +forming three sides of a square, and surrounded +by a broad moat—nearly as green as the court, +from the aquatic weeds floating on its stagnant +water. Arched doors; high but narrow windows, +composed of small panes set in lead, and encased +in heavy stone frames; lofty stepped gables, +and a tower occupying one angle of the court, +with a conical roof surmounted by an iron cross +and weather-cock, gave it a most venerable and +somewhat imposing aspect. The sombre effect, +however, was in some measure relieved by the +lively tints of roses and rich verdure of the broad +leaves of a vine trained over a trellis along the +edge of the moat, as well as the fine fruit-trees +everywhere covering the walls of the front court. +A broad gravel-drive descended to the moat, +which was crossed by a stone bridge, substantial, +but not ornamental. On our right were stables, +&c., for about half-way down the court; on<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]</span> +the left the enormous roofs of barns and farm-buildings +appeared over the wall, and beyond +them, again, the rather inelegant spire of the +village church. An arched doorway communicated +on this side with the farmyard. Behind +the chateau the view was bounded by the tufted +and feathery masses of a superb avenue of beeches +and a hill covered with wood seen through the +few openings between them, relieving well the +reddish sombre tone and formal outlines of the +building. Every feature of this place is strongly +impressed on my memory as I then beheld it for +the first time, not without emotions of disgust; +for though rather a picturesque object to look at, +I could not suppress a shudder at the idea of its +becoming my habitation for an indefinite time. +Nothing do I regret more than not having made +a sketch of it from this side, although I did +several from other points.</p> + +<p>The road was so narrow, and the turn so sharp, +that it required all the dexterity of our drivers to +get decently into the court with their six-horse +teams. They did, however, effect it without +carrying away the gate-posts, to the no small +amazement of some half-dozen boors, whom the +novelty of arrival had drawn together, and we +finally formed a very compact little park, three<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span> +pieces and their ammunition-waggons on each +side of the central path. The <i lang="fr">corps de garde</i> was +established in the loft over the stables in which +were lodged the officers’ horses; and the rest of +the troop were billeted on the neighbouring farms, +which, in general, were so large that they took +a subdivision, or thirty-two horses, each, and, if +I mistake not, that adjoining the chateau a whole +division of sixty-four horses. Having despatched +this business, we proceeded to examine our own +quarters. The old gardener, a tall meagre figure, +with a venerable grey head and good-humoured +physiognomy, but somewhat bent by age, accompanied +by his daughter, a pale melancholy-looking +young woman, met us on the bridge, the keys of +his fortalice in one hand and his dirty <i lang="fr">bonnet de +nuit</i> in the other. (Be it here remarked that +although neatness and cleanliness characterise the +dwellings of the Flemish peasantry, yet are they +not over and above particular in this respect as +regards their own persons.) As he could speak +nothing but Flemish, Mademoiselle came to officiate +as his interpreter, but the <i lang="fr">patois</i> in which +she expressed herself was so unintelligible that, +after listening for some time to her long-winded +story, and comprehending nothing more of it +than the constantly-recurring “<span lang="fr">Mon père dit,</span>” &c.,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span> +our politeness gave way, and we begged that the +doors might be forthwith thrown open. The +burden of her song or chant, for such it was, +seemed to be an endeavour to dissuade us from +our purpose of lodging there, though I could not +well comprehend why. Leaving, then, the good +man to replace his bonnet, and Mademoiselle to explain +to him something or another, we proceeded to +examine the interior, in order to select our rooms. +The chateau had been uninhabited for many years, +and, though not ruinous, was in a very dilapidated +state. Nothing could be more chillingly repulsive +than the vast flagged hall into which we first +entered. Several doors led from this, right and +left, into suites of apartments, and one, low and +arched, opposite the entrance, opened on a long +bridge leading over the moat to the garden and +pleasure-grounds, &c. This hall was totally devoid +of furniture. We found the rooms on the +ground-floor large, lofty, and of good proportions, +but only feebly illuminated by high windows sunk +deep in the wall, and of which the heavy stone +mullions intercepted nearly as much light as +entered between them. The walls were hung +with tapestry so ancient and so much decayed +that the figures, landscapes, &c., by which it had +once been ornamented, were nearly obliterated.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span> +In some rooms old family portraits occupied the +places of the wainscot panels, particularly over +the doors. The only furniture in any of them +was a few ponderous tables, and some high-backed +equally ponderous chairs, having both +seats and backs stuffed and covered with tapestry. +On the floor above, a large corridor or hall—for it +was directly over and corresponded in size with +the one below—was hung round with full-length +portraits of the Van Volden family (to whom the +domain belonged), male and female. Some of +these were common enough; but there were others +evidently the production of no ordinary pencil—one +in particular, a lady habited in a costume +such as prevailed about our Charles II.’s time—a +splendidly beautiful creature of some two or +three and twenty years of age, painted in a most +masterly style; and, from being in a much more +magnificent frame than any of the others, apparently +a person of higher consideration. “<i lang="fr">Mon-père-dit</i>” +(as we had christened the gardener’s +pallid daughter), who accompanied us through the +rooms, could give no information respecting this +fair dame—all she knew was that she had been a +person of very high rank, and, she believed, an +ancestress of Madame la Baronne, the present proprietress. +By the way, Madame Van Volden,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]</span> +Baronne Von Lombeke et Strytem (such were her +titles), was at this time residing in Brussels, where +she had a grand mansion—Rue de Dominicans. +She possessed also another estate at or near Vilvorde, +between which and her town residence she +divided her time, so that her Strytem tenants saw +her very rarely. Her son, being <i lang="fr">maire</i> of the +commune, paid an occasional visit to the village, +but then always put up at the farmhouse, so that +the chateau had long been locked up and quite +neglected. To return from this digression. Having +visited the upper apartments, all which were +as dismal as those below, we proceeded to choose +our quarters, much to the chagrin of Mademoiselle +<i lang="fr">Mon-père-dit</i>, who had, no doubt, entertained +hopes that the repulsive appearance of things +would have deterred us from taking up our residence +there. I selected a large salon, immediately +off the hall, on the ground-floor. It might have +been about 30 feet by 26 or 28, very lofty, with +an immense gaping fireplace, but without grate. +Two great stone-cased windows looked into the +front court, a third across the moat and towards +the woods behind the chateau. There were three +visible doors—the one leading into the great hall, +a second into a sort of vestibule or small hall, +whence a staircase ascended to the apartments of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span> +the right wing, and the third into a long, narrow, +but lofty room, in one corner of which I placed +my mattress on an old settee. There was also a +door from this room into the vestibule, and beyond +that another suite of apartments, in which +our surgeon established himself. The walls of +my salon, like most of the others, were covered +with tapestry, and in the compartments between +the windows, over the doors, &c., were grim-looking +portraits of <i lang="fr">ci-devant</i> Van Voldens, each having +the name and date inscribed at the bottom of +it, from which I learned that most of them were of +considerable antiquity; some, I think, dating 1537.</p> + +<p>I have said that there were three <em>visible</em> doors +to this room. I had been in it some time ere, by +accident, I discovered a fourth, concealed under +the tapestry, leading into a very small chapel +fitted up with great neatness (except the altar, +which was rather gaudy), and evidently the only +part of the mansion of which any care had been +taken. Such was my new domicile, in which I +was soon at home, although it contrasted as +strongly with my late cheerful apartment at +Dendermonde as that did with the gloomy hole at +Ghent. Some of our people found a similar contrast, +and could not refrain from grumbling. +“By the Lord, gentlemen,” said old Lieutenant<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120]</span> +Ingleby, “you ought to think yourselves very +fortunate in getting such a quarter. In the +Peninsula the Duke himself would have thought +so, and was often glad to get so good a roof over +his head.” The grumblers were ashamed, and we +heard no more of it. A large salon in the left +wing we chose for our mess-room, and the other +officers established themselves up-stairs. Fires +were soon lighted above and below; servants +running up and down;—all was life and movement, +and the old place had not been so gay for +years before. Indeed, on returning to my room +after visiting the billets, there was an appearance +of home and comfort about it which I did not expect. +A large wood-fire blazed and crackled in +the great chimney. My servant had collected +chairs enough to make a show, ranged round +the walls; on one of the great antique tables in +the centre he had placed my writing apparatus +and one or two books, together with a map of +the Pays Bas I had brought from Ghent, in the +anticipation of country quarters. Clean linen +was airing over the back of one of the tapestry +chairs, with other preparations for dressing for +dinner; whilst coiled up near the blazing hearth +lay my old faithful dog and constant companion +for the last ten years.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121"></a>[121]</span></p> + +<p>Our mess-room was as much changed, and the +preparations for dinner had given it quite another +air to what it had when first seen. Like most of +the others, it was spacious, but, unlike them, inasmuch +as the windows down to the floor were in the +modern French style. Of these there were only +two—one looking over the garden and woods, the +other over a small field or lawn, bounded on two +of its sides by double rows of noble beeches, and +on the other two (round which ran the road or +lane leading to Brussels) by orchards, hop-grounds, +&c. &c. Each had an old iron balcony, so rust-eaten +that they seemed ready to drop into the +water of the moat which lay below them. Over +the elaborately carved antique-looking chimney-piece +was a large painting of a castle, with a +number of men apparently employed clearing the +ditch. The floor had been swept, chairs and +tables collected from different parts of the house, +and one of the latter covered by a clean table-cloth, +and our canteen apparatus laid out for +dinner—the whole looking so much more comfortable +than we expected, that even our grumblers +voted the old chateau not so bad after all, +as they sat themselves down to the well-covered +board. For the feast, not a despicable one, as well +as the arrangement of the salon, we were indebted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span> +to the indefatigable activity and unrivalled skill +of our friend Karl—a worthy whom I have not yet +introduced; so, by way of episode, whilst we are +enjoying the good viands of his preparation, let +me do so.</p> + +<p>On the memorable night of our landing at +Ostend, whilst standing on the sands, I was +accosted by a very handsome youth of about +eighteen or twenty, who asked if I wanted a +servant. His costume indicated that he meant +himself, for he wore a green livery-coat with red +cuffs and collar, and a glazed hat with a cockade +in it. His history was, that he had lived some +time with General Vandamme, and had accompanied +him to Moscow; but on returning into +Saxony, although he had been a great favourite +with the General, this noble personage one day +deserted him most unexpectedly, leaving him, +not only without money, but also without a prospect +of recovering the long arrears of wages due +to him—[there was a mystery in this part of the +story]—and after vainly waiting in hopes still +that the General might return or send for him, he +had set out and found his way thus far towards +France, when the chance of getting employment +amongst <i lang="fr">les officiers Anglais</i> (and no doubt some +of their <i lang="fr">guinées</i>) had occurred to him, and I was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span> +the first he had addressed. His figure was rather +under the middle size, extremely well made; face +beautiful, and address perfect. Moreover, according +to his own account, he was a pearl without +price. He could speak five or six languages, and +cook, cut and dress hair, and a thousand other +things I have forgotten; but the great recommendation +was a talent he had acquired, when +with the French army, of <em>discovering</em> and <em>appropriating</em> +the resources of a country—Anglicé, +<em>plundering</em>. If Monsieur would but try him, he +would find him so attentive, so faithful. For his +part, he was sure he should soon love Monsieur—his +countenance was so amiable. All would +not do—I rejected him; but Leathes took a +liking to and engaged him. So thenceforth he +became one of us, and soon a general favourite; +for although he had sounded his own trumpet, he +<ins class="corr" id="tn-123" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'had in no wise'"> +had nowise</ins> exaggerated his qualifications, nor +even told us all, for in addition he was the +merriest and most kind-hearted creature I ever +met with. He had an inexhaustible fund of stories +and songs, and sang beautifully, and in a most +sweet and melodious voice; was an admirable +mimic, and amongst other things mimicked so +well two flutes, that one day, at Strytem, sitting +smoking my cigar on the parapet of the bridge, I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span> +actually made sure two people were playing a +duet in the kitchen; but upon going thither, found +only Karl, who, seated on a table, was warbling +out a favourite waltz, like a robin on the house-top.</p> + +<p>Our language he had soon added to his stock, +and being now a tolerable proficient, and evidently +so well suited for the office, we had at +once nominated him major-domo (spite of his +youth) this morning on arriving, and placed all +the other servants under his directions. But +although understanding and speaking English +sufficiently for all common purposes, and to communicate +with the other servants, he never would +address any of us but in French. To return +again to the course of our narrative. Our cheerful +meal had been discussed with many an encomium +on the provider, and the circulation of +the bottle had already produced a genial exhilaration +amongst our party, when the door was +abruptly thrown open, and in rushed our friend +Karl, holding his sides, and unable to speak for +laughter. “Why, Karl, what the devil’s the +matter now?” “<span lang="fr">C’est l’adjoint, monsieur, qui +demande à vous parler.</span>” “Well, what of that? +Is there anything very comical in this visit?”—“<span lang="fr">Excusez, +monsieur, il est si drôl—est ce que je<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span> +lui ferai entrer, monsieur,</span>” and the merry young +dog tried to compose his features. I was about +to go out to meet this functionary and learn his +business, but the whole mess cried out with one +voice to bring him in—curiosity being excited by +Karl’s obstreperous laughter; so I desired him to +be admitted. Karl soon returned, ushering in with +most ludicrous gravity the worthy <i lang="fr">maire</i> and his +cortège (for it appeared he had not come alone), +who, each as he crossed the threshold, making a +profound salaam, followed his leader until they +were all drawn up in line across the end of the +room. The appearance of the party was certainly +comic, and for a few moments we contemplated +each other in silent amazement. The +principal figure of this group—he on the right of +the line, Mynheer Jan Evenpoel, <i lang="fr">adjoint-maire</i>—was +a short, fat, square-built man, with a head +like a pumpkin deeply set (<i lang="es">zabullida</i>, the Spaniards +would say) between his broad high shoulders; +countenance stolidity itself; little pig-eyes, half +hid in the swell of his fat cheeks and the thick +overhanging brow; nose pudsy, resembling a +lump of brown clay thrown against his face more +than a nose; a monstrous wide (now half-open) +mouth, showing within a row of fangs standing +apart like palisades; a great fat dew-lap; the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span> +whole phiz finished by two enormous projecting +ears. Such was the object that had excited so +powerfully the risible faculties of young Karl. +Our silent gaze seemed to paralyse him. There he +stood, evidently endeavouring to assume some +sort of an air of office, but trembling visibly, and +as visibly perspiring from his extreme nervousness, +twirling his hat in his hand, looking timidly, +first at me, then at the formidable party round +the table, then inquiringly glancing at his own +party. The poor man’s evident anxiety must +have excited pity, had it not more forcibly excited +our risibility, as well as that of Karl.</p> + +<p>Three peasants, heavy-looking men, with somewhat +more intelligence in their countenances, yet +decidedly equally alarmed, arranged themselves +next to Mynheer Evenpoel. These, as well as +their chief, were all arrayed in their roast-beef +suits—jackets of cotton, unmentionables of black +or bottle-green velveteen, blue-and-white-striped +cotton stockings, clumsy silver knee and shoe +buckles,—such was their costume. The eternal +<i lang="fr">bonnet de nuit</i> for this time had given place to +rather smart round hats, with a profusion of +plush on them. Drawn up on their left stood +the old gardener, his two sons—stout peasants, +clad something like, though more humbly than,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127"></a>[127]</span> +the rest—and Mademoiselle “<i lang="fr">Mon-père-dit</i>,” also +in her best bib and tucker, trying to look amiable, +but evidently most particularly anxious. Lastly, +with a brisk, self-satisfied air, stepped in one of +the most extraordinary-looking personages of the +whole party—a diminutive spare figure with a +complexion like mahogany, but upright, and of a +most martial bearing. He was clad in a short +green uniform coat, with large copper buttons +decorated with the imperial eagle of France, green +pantaloons, and an enormous leathern cocked-hat, +which he touched by way of salute on entering, +but, soldier-like, retained on his head. In +his hand he carried a sort of javelin, or short +hunting-spear. This dignitary, a person of most +decided importance, passing the others, stepped +briskly up and placed himself at the elbow of the +trembling magistrate, who drew a long breath, +and gave unequivocal testimony of satisfaction at +seeing his tutelary genius by his side.</p> + +<p>The important personage just described was +the <i lang="fr">garde-champêtre</i>—or <i lang="fr">garde-village</i>, as he was +more frequently called—a sort of police officer +placed by Napoleon in every village of his +empire. I never could ascertain precisely the +position and duties of these people; they seemed +to be chief police officers, and the <i lang="fr">maires</i> paid<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a>[128]</span> +them great deference, seldom acting in extraordinary +cases without their advice and concurrence. +They acted as gamekeepers and constables, +billeted troops, and exercised a general +surveillance in the commune. No doubt they +noted and made reports of all they saw and +heard, so that H. I. Majesty had an authorised +spy in every village. They were well paid, and +the situation appeared to be a comfortable retreat +for old soldiers, for such we always found them +to be. Our present friend (called familiarly by +the peasantry Petit Jean) had served in a regiment +of the line under Marshal Suchet in Catalonia, +and although still only a middle-aged man, +had been pensioned on account of having lost two +fingers of his left hand, and placed here for life +as <i lang="fr">garde-village</i>. Well, the whole cortège has +entered the room, and ranged themselves in line +across the lower end of it, close to the wall; the +shuffling of feet has ceased, and a profound +silence prevails. We sit staring at them, and +wondering what the deuce they interrupt us for. +Bowing and scraping renewed spontaneously; +again silence, but various glances are shot at and +signs made to Mynheer Evenpoel, which in his +fright he utterly disregards, and stands like an +owl, without a movement except the evident<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_129"></a>[129]</span> +shaking of his limbs. After a while old Ingleby, +who had been leaning over the back of his chair +eyeing the poor devil, utters in his usual gruff +Yorkshire way, “<em>Well, sir?</em>” without reflecting +on the fact of his English not being understood. +The tone is enough, however, and it determines the +party to bolder measures—the quaking magnate is +actually shoved forward to the table. Petit Jean +also advances, and again places himself at the +poor man’s elbow; his right arm, outstretched, +bears upon the upright javelin, the butt of +which he plants firmly, and with an air, on the +floor; in his mutilated left hand he holds up to +us an unfolded sheet of foolscap, which we soon +ascertain to be inscribed by certain characters +calculated to extract hay and corn, &c., from the +lofts and granaries of our clients—in short, the +requisition for forage and provisions, &c., of our +quartermaster-general addressed to the commune +of Strytem. The brown little warrior looks complacently +round the company as though he would +say, “And I also am a soldier; <i lang="fr">Moi!</i>” After +repeated applications of a very scanty blue cotton +handkerchief to his front—<i lang="fr">pour essuyer la +sueur</i>—the worthy magistrate at length, in a +trembling, hesitating voice, opens his oration, gains +courage as he goes on, warms, and even becomes<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a>[130]</span> +rather energetic towards the conclusion of nearly +a quarter of an hour’s talk, to which we have +listened, but understood not a word. Mynheer +salaams, wipes his front, and stands, mouth half-open, +attending the applause due to his exertions, +and our reply to his statements, whatever they +may be. Petit Jean comprehends the dilemma, +steps forward with a military salute, places himself +again in an attitude, and, whilst Mynheer +stares and seems to envy his self-possession, requests +permission of messieurs les officiers to explain +what M. l’Adjoint would wish to say, and +goes off at score—“M. Evenpoel only expresses the +sentiments of the whole commune when he assures +messieurs les officiers that the arrival of the brave +English has diffused throughout its population +the most lively joy. Les Anglais are a people +as generous as they are brave, and M. l’Adjoint +rests satisfied that under the protection of M. le +Commandant the peaceful tranquillity of the +commune will remain undisturbed.” Here, at a +glance from Petit Jean, M. Evenpoel and the +whole cortège salaam together, repeating with one +consent, “<span lang="fr">Mais c’est vrai—c’est vrai! Oui, M. le +Commandant, c’est vrai çà!</span>” Petit Jean resumes. +“<em>But</em>, M. le Commandant, we sensibly +regret the poverty of our commune, and are<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_131"></a>[131]</span> +<i lang="fr">au déséspoir</i> that Milor Wellington should have sent +his brave soldiers to so miserable a place—a place +so incapable of affording them the good cheer +(bon traitement) that they so richly merit, whilst +the surrounding country abounds in rich and +populous villages, fully adequate to lodge them +comfortably (convenablement) and to supply all +their wants. It was only <i lang="fr">l’année passée</i> that this +poor commune was oppressed and impoverished +by being obliged to provide for a corps of Prussians +during several months. These people, undisciplined +and <i lang="fr">bien méchants</i>, plundered us all +without restraint, and wantonly consumed our +whole substance—hardly leaving wherewithal to +support our miserable existence. Thus ruined +and impoverished, M. le Commandant, we feel +assured, will see that, in spite of our good wishes, +we are in an impossibility of supplying the immense +rations of forage, &c., here demanded;” +and here, taking off his chapeau and making +a most profound salaam, he again flourishes before +us the obnoxious sheet of foolscap, whilst M. +l’Adjoint, beginning to fidget, indicates an inclination +to renew his harangue amidst a general buzz +of approbation, and a reiteration of “<span lang="fr">C’est vrai, +mon commandant, c’est bien vrai.</span>” M. le Commandant +silences them by observing, “That a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_132"></a>[132]</span> +soldier must obey orders—that it is for his general +to think and investigate—that Milor Wellington, +or those acting for him, had no doubt +sufficiently informed themselves as to the resources +of the country before they ordered troops +thither—that, having done so, right or wrong, +these troops must live—that it is evident from +the good case of all present, particularly of M. le +Maire, that the commune did produce something +to eat and drink;—consequently, the gentlemen +are invited to allow our partaking with them, or +we must help ourselves, which would be bien +facheux.” A general grunt—“<span lang="fr">Ah, mon Dieu!</span>”—accompanied +by deep sighs on the part of Mademoiselle +“<i lang="fr">Mon-père-dit</i>.” I should have stated +that M. le Maire and a farmer named Walsdragen +were the only two ignorant of French. The former +of these had profited by an offered chair, and +seated himself during the oration of Petit Jean +and my answer. Hearing the concert of sighs +and groans, he opens his little pig-eyes to the +utmost, and casting them about on the surrounding +group, seems to demand an explanation. +Petit Jean communicates the awful purport of +my answer. Agitation recommences, and I am +conjured, for pity’s sake, at least to delay until +an express be sent to Brussels to acquaint Milor<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_133"></a>[133]</span> +Vellington of the utter impossibility of so large +a body of men and horses being supported by so +poor a place. Poor simple people! I should +like to have witnessed the reception of the delegate. +M. le Commandant observes that M. le +Maire may do as to him seemeth best, but cannot +be so unreasonable as to expect that we and our +horses should wait for supper until his messenger +return—ergo, as it is already late, M. le Maire is +again invited to lose no more time in talking, +but to proceed forthwith in collecting the articles +demanded. But, to make a long story short, +after a deal of action and whispering in a corner +of the room, they made a proposition to furnish +one-half the quantity. And here it flashed across +me, that these people must be dealt with like the +Turkish rayah, who, after protesting his incapability +to produce a single egg for a whole hour, +at last, upon the application of the Mikmander’s +whip, brings out a whole store of good things. +So I cut the matter short by sending Karl for +the quartermaster, who was without awaiting the +result of the Maire’s visit. The old veteran +enters, head erect, shoulders thrown back, and +steel scabbard jangling on the floor as he advanced +to the table, and silently made his salute. +The assembled rustics gape and stare at him in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_134"></a>[134]</span> +evident alarm, Mynheer trembles, Petit Jean +draws himself up, as if imitating old Hall’s military +bearing, whilst I, pointing him out to the +assembled multitude, inform them that in five +minutes he will proceed at the head of a foraging-party +to rummage their barns, granaries, and +larders, and help himself. The quartermaster, +having received his orders, makes his salute, +without deigning even a glance at the Maire and +party, amongst whom a precious scene of confusion +now takes place, amidst which out they all +trundle after old Hall, without even the ceremony +of a parting salaam; and we, replenishing our +glasses, drank success to our foray, rejoicing in +having got rid of the noise. Our quiet, however, +was of very short duration, for in the court Hall +was already assembling his party, and neither +understood their remonstrances nor attended to +their grimaces; so with one accord back they +came upon us, bursting into the room as unceremoniously +as they had just left it, bellowing like +so many bulls. A new negotiation opened, and +terminated with a promise that everything should +be brought in if I would give them <em>two hours</em>, +after they had vainly struggled for daybreak—and +away they went. The two hours had nearly +elapsed, and we were still at table, when Petit<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_135"></a>[135]</span> +Jean, foaming with rage, burst into the room +unaccompanied: “<span lang="fr">Ah, mais ces faquins là bas—ils +ne font que se moquer de vous et de votre +bonté, Monsieur le Commandant. Mais excusez, +monsieur, je suis militaire, moi! et je me suis +indigne de voir des militaires se laisser tromper +par des vilains paysans; qui qu’ils sont, connaissent +très bien l’accueil q’ils auraient reçus à +la main d’un officier Prussien, ou même Français. +Avec permission, monsieur, je m’en vais amener +avec moi vos fourrageurs faire un fourrage militairement;</span>” +and, without waiting for an answer, +the little hero bolted, and following to the hall-door, +there we saw him sure enough march out of +the gate perched upon one of our immense gun-horses, +looking for all the world like a monkey +on a dromedary. In two hours bread, forage, +and all—nay, more than we had demanded—were +brought in.</p> + +<p>Meantime our sergeant of the guard comes in +for orders as to what he shall do with the +mayor. “The mayor?—what have you to do with +the mayor?” “Why, we have him safe in the +guard-room, sir.” “The devil you have! and by +whose order?” “Why, sir, we thought it best to +keep him until the foraging-party with <em>Pitty Jan</em> +returned, least he might try to hinder ’em.” Here<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_136"></a>[136]</span> +was a dilemma, should the old man complain to +headquarters. However, on sending an officer to +release him, and explain the mistake, Mynheer was +too frightened to think of anything but rejoicing +at gaining his liberty. Perhaps conscience told +him that he deserved punishment for the imposition +he had attempted to practise on us.</p> + +<p>Petit Jean from that moment became our great +friend and ally. On almost all occasions he sided +with the soldiers in any little difference between +them and the boors. On one occasion a complaint +had been made to me, by a man who lived +near the gate, that one of our gunners had not +only plundered his potato-garden, but had also +otherwise ill-treated him. On my going to investigate +the business on the spot, it turned out that +he had struck the gunner. Petit Jean, who had +accompanied me officially, on hearing this, turned +suddenly on the fellow, “<span lang="fr">You sacré cochon! frapper +un militaire; sacré vilain homme! Quoi!—un +vil paysan frapper un militaire? Ah, que cela me +révolte!</span>”—and seizing a stake from the hedge, +foaming with unfeigned anger, he fell on the poor +devil, and fairly chased him out of sight, belabouring +him all the way. What English soldier +would ever take up the cudgels against his own +countryman because the French soldier was his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_137"></a>[137]</span> +brother-in-arms? Whenever his patrol duty did +not call him out, he was sure to be found in the +guard-room, or somewhere amongst the men. He +might certainly have been a spy in the camp, for +Buonaparte had most accurate information respecting +the state, positions, and numbers of our +army, part of which no doubt was communicated +by these <i lang="fr">gardes-champêtres</i>, who, as before mentioned, +were all old French soldiers, and did not +conceal their attachment to the Emperor. Spy +or no spy, Petit Jean was always extremely obliging, +and frequently of most essential service to us. +Our equipment was in every way too perfect to +leave any care as to what might be reported of +our state; and as to future movements, we were as +ignorant of them as Napoleon himself. But to +return to our story. The row was all over, our +mess party broken up, and I retired to my room; +but, alas! on getting into bed I found sleep impossible—the +moat under my window was peopled +with millions of frogs, and such was the horrid +croaking of these little wretches, that sleep was +out of the question, and the Van Voldens were +avenged.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_138"></a>[138]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">The next morning a most superb breakfast was +on my table when I returned from a stroll in the +woods—the finest milk, eggs, and butter I ever +saw in my life, and in profusion. My servant +had procured them at the adjoining farm, and so +cheap, that he had brought a large soup-plate full +of eggs and an antique jug holding more than +two quarts of milk. During our whole stay at +Strytem there was never any difference in this +respect—always abundance. After breakfast, the +usual watering order parade took place in the +grand avenue, under the shade of stately beeches. +The contented countenances of the men, the sleek +coats and frolicksome spirit of the horses, testified +sufficiently that neither had fared indifferently. +I found, however, that the chateau farm was rather +crowded, and therefore detached the 1st division, +officer and all, to a small village, with a pretty<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_139"></a>[139]</span> +chateau on the hill, about a mile from us—Yseringen. +This move made all hands completely +comfortable, and so we went on. Nothing could +exceed the delicious tranquillity I enjoyed in +Strytem. For those who preferred more bustle +and more society Brussels was at hand, and +thither they frequently repaired; on the other +side Ninove, the headquarters of Lord Uxbridge, +who commanded the cavalry, was only three or +four miles distant, and all the surrounding villages +were full of cavalry or horse-artillery. Every one +breakfasted in his own apartment. At ten <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> +watering order parade and inspection of horses, &c. +Then, after visiting the billets and getting through +any casual business, I was at liberty, and, mounting +my horse, employed the remainder of the +morning in exploring the country. In the evening +we all assembled to our social meal. Those +who had been to Brussels (or, as we used to say, +“Up to town”) usually brought some news, or at +least some gossip, which added zest to the excellent +cheer almost always on our board. How our +table was furnished I do not exactly recollect, my +notes on the subject being silent,<a id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> but believe the +meat was ration brought from Ninove every day<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_140"></a>[140]</span> +by our commissary (Mr Coates), so was the bread. +Poultry, vegetables, &c. &c., we procured in +<ins class="corr" id="tn-140" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'abunance'"> +abundance</ins> amongst our neighbours; our wine came +from Brussels; candles, wood, &c., from Ninove. +After dinner some took a short ride previous to +seeing their horses done up for the night. For +my part, I preferred enjoying the calm beauties of +evening with my cigar under the splendid avenue +of beech in rear of the chateau, and when night +closed in, retired to my antique saloon, which a +blazing fire of fagots and a couple of candles made +tolerably comfortable. Here I busied myself in +Madame de Genlis’s ‘Life of Henri IV.,’ sometimes +until midnight, tranquil and happy. At times, +as I occasionally looked up from my book and +cast my eyes round, no sound interrupting the +solemn stillness save the ticking of my watch as +it lay on the table before me, the croaking of the +frogs, or the moaning of the wind as it eddied +round the old hall, I could almost fancy the deep-toned +portraits of <i lang="fr">ci-devant</i> Van Voldens, in their +sombre velvet suits and stiff ruffs, actually embued +with life, and frowning on my intrusion; or fixing +them on the door of the chapel, I would conjure +up figures of warriors, <i lang="nl">bourgmestres</i>, or damsels +clad all in white, raising the tapestry, and——but +then old Bal, getting up from his place before<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_141"></a>[141]</span> +the fire to scratch himself, or the voice of the sentry +in the outer court solemnly proclaiming “All’s +well,” would suddenly recall me from my reverie +to a consciousness that it was bed-time; and so to +bed I hied me, to sleep as well as the eternal frog-concert +would allow. Such was the general tenor +of our life at Strytem, varied a little at times by +circumstances to be related as they occurred, and +sometimes disturbed for a moment by reports of +hostile movements, or the low murmurs of a distant +cannonade. This last, however, was heard +so frequently, without being followed by any consequences, +that we got accustomed to, and finally +disregarded, it. Subsequently we found that it +proceeded from the practice and exercising of the +Belgic artillery at Mons, or somewhere in that +direction. My rides, after a time, brought me +somewhat acquainted with the neighbouring country, +but only by slow degrees, for surely never +was reconnaissance of any country more difficult,—it +was a perfect labyrinth.</p> + +<p>In the immediate neighbourhood of Strytem +the ground arose in a succession of round-topped +hills, of no very great height, and all very much +alike. Of these, the summits, and frequently the +slopes, were clothed with woods of oak, ash, +beech, &c. &c., intermixed with coppice of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_142"></a>[142]</span> +finest hazel I ever saw, thus forming a number of +little valleys running into each other, but all, +from the profusion of wood and the overlapping +(if I may use the term) of the flanks of the hills, +presenting an appearance of the most perfect +seclusion. Amongst these woods were scattered +large tracts of cultivated ground, laid out in +fields of wheat, rye, barley, buckwheat, hops, +clover, &c. &c., frequently here enclosed by +thick and lofty hedges; quite in the bottoms, and +lying along a small stream of water, which ran +through almost every one of these little valleys, +were meadows of the liveliest verdure, whilst +rows of magnificent elms fringed the banks and +overshadowed the rippling waters of the rivulets. +Villages and detached farms were of constant +recurrence, and in all directions one saw the +modest spires of the village churches rising above +the massed and verdant foliage. Although these +woods were, generally speaking, of no great extent—perhaps +only a few acres—yet were there some +of such extent as to entitle this to the appellation +of a woody, or even forest, country. The Bois de +Liederkerke, for instance, commenced near the +village of Paemêle, and extended no less than +four miles in the direction of Assche; everywhere +two or three miles wide, including a great variety<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_143"></a>[143]</span> +of ground, and in different directions were several +others nearly of the same extent. At first, +one is surprised at finding such vast tracts of +woodland in a country so populous and so assiduously +cultivated; but the thing is easily +explained. In addition to the ordinary demands +for small wood in husbandry, there are large and +numerous hop-grounds requiring a continual +supply of poles; but, above all, the enormous +quantity of fuel required, not only by the peasantry, +but also by the inhabitants of the towns,—wood +being almost exclusively used for that +purpose.</p> + +<p>The kind of country I have been describing +extended northward from us as far as Assche—perhaps +much further, but of that I know not—and +eastward to Brussels. Towards the south the +round hills gradually gave place to longer slopes +and plateaux, and the woods became less frequent, +but the villages were numerous, with the same +careful cultivation everywhere. Toward the west, +and only a few miles distant, we were bounded by +the Dender, holding its course through extensive +flat meadows covered with luxuriant crops of +hay, or affording pasturage to herds of fine cattle. +Beyond the river-valley the country assumed a +different aspect: long and less abrupt slopes;<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_144"></a>[144]</span> +woods fewer and thinner; a total absence of +hedges; altogether presenting an aspect in many +places bare and cheerless, strongly contrasting +with the lovely scenery about Strytem—if I may +call scenery lovely where we find neither rock, +nor mountain, nor precipice, nor torrent; but it +is home scenery, and its character simplicity, +luxuriance, abundance, tranquillity, and repose. +There one saw the rustic dwellings of the peasantry +situated in secluded nooks, and embosomed +in orchards and hop-grounds; the rural village +with its modest church low down in the rich +bottom, surrounded by smiling fields of grain or +clover; a gentle rivulet slowly winding its devious +way amidst the rank luxuriance of vegetation +clothing its overhanging banks; the whole encased, +as it were, by wavy heights, crowned with +thick and verdant woods. One thing, however, +was wanting to complete this picture of rural +wealth and happiness—it wanted the animating +presence of domestic animals, of herds and flocks +dotting the fair surface of its fields. The farms +in this country are not large as with us; the +farmer does not live in a splendid mansion, still +more splendidly furnished, nor does he idle away +his time in shooting or fox-hunting. The Flemish +farmer is a plain honest rustic, clad in homespun<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_145"></a>[145]</span> +grey, a cotton night-cap on his head, wooden +shoes on his feet, and the everlasting short pipe +in his mouth; he himself holds the plough, +guides his team, or assists in thrashing out his +grain. Ignorance of their language prevented +my acquiring more information concerning them +and their affairs than what could be done by +observation of outward appearance; therefore I +could neither learn the extent of their farms, +their ideas on agriculture, the amount of rents, +length of leases, nor the value of land, &c. +Coarsely fed and coarsely clad, still they are +an industrious, hard-working, and contented race; +not very intelligent, I allow, but perhaps they +are the happier for it;—they are kind to their +inferiors, affable and communicative with their +equals, and respectful, almost to servility, to their +superiors, or those they fancy such.<a id="FNanchor_7" href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></p> + +<p>Although many of the farming establishments +in our neighbourhood resembled in plan and +construction those already described about Dendermonde,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_146"></a>[146]</span> +yet were they not universally of this +description. That adjoining the chateau was +really a very fine one—substantial brick house, +barns, out-houses of every kind, all on a great +scale, and, as usual, surrounded by a spacious +court. But others were very different from this; +many were very humble abodes, constructed of +wood or clay, with thatched roofs and small +casement windows, standing along the edges of +the fields, with their barn adjoining but not +united, nor any courtyard for manure, &c., the +outbuildings all on a small scale, as also, I suppose, +were their farms. Others, standing likewise +open in the fields, were again of a different +character. These had high thatched roofs injecting +several feet beyond the walls, and supported +by rough posts, forming a sort of verandah; +this is filled up to the eaves with firewood—some +in logs, some in fagots—which gives to +the exterior a very rude appearance, and must +make the interior very dark, from the great +depth of embrasure thus formed both to door +and window; but to balance this, it keeps +the house cool in summer and warm in winter. +Although the actual village of Strytem consisted +of no more than the chateau, the farm, +and the few mean houses clustered round the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_147"></a>[147]</span> +church, yet the commune was extensive, comprising +not only many fine farms, but also other +and more important villages. The real <i lang="fr">maire</i> +was M. le Baron Von Volden, son of the proprietress +of our chateau. He, however, seldom +came nearer the place than Brussels, leaving to +his worthy <i lang="fr">adjoint</i>, Jan <ins class="corr" id="tn-147" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'Evanpoel'"> +Evenpoel</ins>, the care of +administering the government, and at the time +of our arrival either was in Paris, or had but +just returned from it. Where the <i lang="fr">maire</i> is thus +vested in the person of the <i lang="fr">châtelain</i>, the post +seems to be one of much importance—not confined +to the police of the village alone, but +extending to a general superintendence over the +welfare of the commune, the state of the roads, +&c. &c. Whether owing to the baron being so +much an absentee I know not, but the roads all +about Strytem were hardly passable after heavy +rain (of which we had a pretty good share), not +only from their badness, having no foundations, +and receiving little or no repair, but also from +the unctuous and slippery soil, which makes +riding absolutely dangerous immediately after +rain. Some of the worst sloughs, which otherwise +would be quite impassable, are repaired, as +in Russia, Poland, and America, by laying logs +transversely, and covering them with brushwood,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_148"></a>[148]</span> +and then earth; but these, after a little weathering +and wear and tear, become absolutely dangerous +from horses slipping in between the logs, +sometimes up to the shoulder.</p> + +<p>This was one of the drawbacks upon our enjoyment +in this otherwise pleasant country; and, +having confessed as much, I may as well admit +that there were a few others which prevented us +from living in a state of absolute and unalloyed +happiness. One grievance was the cheapness of +gin—a villanous kind of spirit manufactured in +the country, and on which a man could get +“royal” for twopence; for though our men were +really fine fellows and generally very steady +soldiers, yet, like other Englishmen, they could +not resist a social glass nor avoid its consequences; +and, indeed, if excuse it be, they were +in a measure driven to the use of this pernicious +spirit by the execrable quality of all the beer in +the country, which more resembled a mixture of +cow-dung and water than anything else. The +sale of this poison took place in a small cabaret +near the church, which was usually thronged with +our people every evening after stable-hour; and, +strange to say, where they mixed most sociably +with the boors, to my no small astonishment. +It is a curious fact, that upon inquiry at the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_149"></a>[149]</span> +sergeant-major how they could understand each +other, he replied that the Yorkshire, Lancashire, +and Lincolnshire men, who spoke very +broad, could make themselves understood pretty +well, and in like manner could comprehend the +Flemish of their boon companions. Quarrels +would sometimes arise in this <i lang="fr">tabagie</i>, which occasioned +a temporary derangement of our tranquil +life. But that was a trifle to another grievance +which stuck to us incessantly, and was the most +serious drawback we endured during our sojourn +in the valley of Strytem. I allude to the infernal +and eternal frog-concert that nightly disturbed +our rest more or less, and kept us in a +constant state of irritability. For a few days we +bore this curse very philosophically, then began +to war against the wretches by pelting them with +stones, firing at them with small-shot, beating +the water with poles, &c. &c., but all to no purpose, +for though we killed them by scores, yet did +their numbers never appear to thin nor their +detestable “quoah, quoah” to lessen in intensity. +Then we made the wheeler construct a raft, and +with this some one was always cruising and slaying, +yet still no alleviation to the evil. A council +was held, and it was determined that nothing +short of draining the moat would avail, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_150"></a>[150]</span> +therefore drained it should be. Curiosity had +some hand in this decision, for we had heard +that the moat contained the largest carp ever +seen—a fish several feet in length, and weighing +I know not what. The old gardener, when +acquainted with our resolve and ordered to make +the necessary preparations, was perfectly astounded, +and (as did Mademoiselle and the sons) +used every sort of argument to turn us from +it; amongst others, he assured us that <i lang="fr">l’année +passée</i> the Prussians had attempted to drain the +moat merely to kill all the fish—“<span lang="fr">les sacré +vilains hommes!</span>” but the stench arising from it +when low, quickly obliged them to desist. It would +not do—we were peremptory; and at length the +old man opened the voider, closed the feeder, +and to our delight the work of destruction began. +Day after day the water gradually receded from +the foot of the old walls and from the opposite +bank—already in many places the oozy slime of +the bottom began to appear—already we rejoiced +at the innumerable corpses of our enemies lying +on it everywhere; the upper part of the moat +was already, not dry, but waterless; and we +were on the point of seeing the giant leviathan, +when lo! the weather, hitherto cool and showery, +became superb, and the heat almost insufferable.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_151"></a>[151]</span> +Decomposition, animal and vegetable, commenced +with alarming rapidity, and the mephitic +vapours thus produced pervading every creek and +corner of the chateau, obliged us, <i lang="fr">bongré malgré</i>, +to reclose the voider and reopen the feeder,—and +thus terminated <i lang="fr">la guerre aux grenouilles</i>. But, +alas! our punishment for having resisted the +entreaties and warnings of the old gardener was +not to close with the sluices. The same hot sun +had dried up nearly all the sources whence the +moat had been fed, and many a long day of disgust +and repentance had we to endure ere the +waters again covered the odious slime sufficiently +to relieve us from its nauseous stink, and to +enable the frogs to renew their song, which, when +they did, was to us a song of joy; and we had +the further mortification of finding that, with a +little patience, we might have saved ourselves +all the trouble and suffering, for we had become +so accustomed to it that it fell on our ear innocuous.</p> + +<p>But the charms of a country life have so occupied +my brain as to chase from it all recollection +of being a soldier. To be sure, professional occupations +did not consume a very great portion of +our time, yet still there remain a few little items +worthy of being recorded—<i lang="fr">imprimis</i>, drills. So<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152"></a>[152]</span> +completely is the whole of this country (not +occupied by wood) under tillage, that it was long +after our arrival at Strytem ere we discovered a +spot on which we could even draw out the troop, +much less exercise it. At length, and I cannot +recollect how, we found a piece of scrubby common +of some acres in extent near the village of +Denderhout, some miles off on the other side of +the Dender, and not far from Alost. Thither, +then, we repaired occasionally to practise ourselves, +and prevent our people forgetting entirely +their drills. Thither also came occasionally His +Highness of Berri with his newly-formed corps +of cavalry to learn theirs. We frequently met, +and as the ground was too confined to admit of +both corps working at the same time, the last +comers were obliged to dismount and wait until +the others had done, for we continued our operations +when first on the ground, regardless of the +impatience of the royal drill-master, who, though +he never said anything to us, did not fail to +betray, by a thousand little pettish actions, the +annoyance he felt at our want of due respect. +One day that they had got in possession and we +were obliged to wait, I had a good opportunity +of seeing this curious corps and its savage leader. +The former presented a most grotesque appearance—cuirassiers,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_153"></a>[153]</span> +hussars, grenadiers à cheval, and +chasseurs, dragoons and lancers, officers and privates, +with a few of the new garde de corps, were +indiscriminately mingled in the ranks. One file +were colonels, the next privates, and so on, and +all wearing their proper uniforms and mounted +on their proper horses, so that these were of all +sizes and colours. There might have been about +two hundred men, divided into two or three +squadrons, the commanders of which were generals. +The Prince, as I have said, was drill-master. +A more intemperate, brutal, and (in his situation) +impolitic one, can scarcely be conceived. The +slightest fault (frequently occasioned by his own +blunders) was visited by showers of low-life +abuse—using on all occasions the most odious +language. One unfortunate squadron officer (<em>a +general!</em>) offended him, and was immediately +charged with such violence that I expected a +catastrophe. Reining up his horse, however, close +to the unhappy man, his vociferation and villanous +abuse were those of a perfect madman; +shaking his sabre at him, and even at one time +thrusting the pommel of it into his face, and, as +far as I could see, pushing it against his nose! +Such a scene! Yet all the others sat mute as +mice, and witnessed all this humiliation of their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_154"></a>[154]</span> +comrade, and the degradation of him for whom +they had forsaken Napoleon. Just at this moment +one of our troop-dogs ran barking at the +heels of the Prince’s horse. Boiling with rage +before, he now boiled over in earnest, and, stooping, +made a furious cut at the dog, which, eluding +the weapon, continued his annoyance. The Duke, +quitting the unfortunate <i lang="fr">chêf d’escadron</i>, now +turned seriously at the dog, but he, accustomed +to horses, kept circling about, yapping and snapping, +and always out of reach; and it was not +until he had tired himself with the fruitless pursuit +that, foaming with rage, he returned to his +doomed squadrons, who had sat quietly looking on +at this exhibition. While all this took place, I +had made acquaintance with another general officer +who appeared to be there in the capacity of +aide-de-camp—a gentlemanly sort of man, who, +having been many years in England with Louis +XVIII., spoke English fluently. This man pleased +me much at the time; he was then in adversity. +I met him afterwards in prosperity—<i lang="fr">nous +verrons!</i></p> + +<p>Now that I have got on military affairs, it may +be as well to record the manner in which this +country was occupied—at least as far as my knowledge +on the subject goes. First, then, headquarters<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_155"></a>[155]</span> +of the cavalry and horse-artillery at Ninove, +where was also the principal depôt of forage and +provisions. The reason for assembling the cavalry +thus at some distance from the expected scene of +operations was the great fertility of this part of +Brabant, and the facility of communication with +Alost, to which place, the Dender being navigable, +advantage could be taken of the rich Pays de +Waes. The villages, farms, &c., all round Ninove +were full of troops.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>Okegem.—Major M‘Donald’s troop horse-artillery.</p> + +<p>Paemêle.—Sir Robert Gardiner’s <span class="pad4">do.</span></p> + +<p>Strytem and Yseringen.—Captain Mercer’s do.</p> + +<p>Lombeke, Notre Dame.—Captain Sinclair’s brigade of +9-pounders.</p> + +<p>Lennik, St Martin.—Headquarters of Lieutenant-Colonel +Hawker, Royal Artillery, commanding two batteries +somewhere in his neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>Beyond Ninove, westward, were the troops, horse-artillery, +of Majors Bull, Ramsay, and Webber Smyth—forget +names of villages.</p> + +<p>Liederkerke, Denderlue, and vicinage.—Life Guards +and Blues.</p> + +<p><ins class="corr" id="tn-155" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'Schandelbeke'"> +Schendelbeke</ins> and Vicinage.—The three huzzar regiments, +10th, 15th, 18th.</p> + +<p><ins class="corr" id="tn-155a" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'Lerbeke'"> +Lebbeke</ins>, &c.—23d Light Dragoons.</p> + +<p>Castre, &c.—16th <span class="pad2">do.</span></p> + +<p>Meerbeke.—Headquarters Sir O. Vandeleur with 12th +and 13th Light Dragoons.</p> + +<p>Grammont.—Foot Guards.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_156"></a>[156]</span></p> + +<p>Enghien.—Foot Guards.</p> + +<p>Schaepdale, &c.—Brunswick Infantry; all boys.</p> + +<p>Brussels.—<em>The</em> headquarters—92d Highlanders, Rifles, +Hanoverian infantry, and some Belgian dragoons and +huzzars; grand depôt of forage and provisions, and of +artillery stores, &c. &c.</p> + +<p>Mons.—English artillery and Dutch troops of different +arms.</p> + +<p>Assche.—Troop of Belgian horse-artillery.</p> + +<p>Courtray, Atto, Tournay.—Believe huzzars of the +K.G. Legion.</p> +</div> + +<p>Visitors from England were at this time flocking +over in great numbers, and travelling about +amongst the cantonments; but ours was so secluded, +being distant from every great road, that +none of them found us out, until Sir G. A. Wood +(our Colonel commanding), coming over to review +the horse-artillery, brought with him the Knight +of Kerry and another Irish gentleman (name forgotten), +who passed a day with us in the old +chateau, and were mightily pleased with our +snuggery. The inspection took place on the +little common at Denderhout. Six troops<a id="FNanchor_8" href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> were +drawn out, and made a splendid show—for finer, +as to equipment, men, horses, &c. &c., could not +possibly be seen. Mine was generally allowed to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_157"></a>[157]</span> +be the finest (old G), though there was some +hesitation in deciding between it and Webber +Smyth’s.</p> + +<p>The line was scarcely formed when his Royal +Highness of Berri arrived, and as usual got into +a pet at finding himself forestalled. Sir Augustus +Frazer, however, with his excellent manners and +as excellent French, soothed him by expressions +of regret, &c. &c., and stating that some of our +people had come a long distance, and unless soon +despatched, would hardly be able to get home +before night. Roads bad, &c., otherwise, &c. &c. +&c. The Duke cooled down, and condescended +to accompany Sir G. Wood through the ranks. +We then marched past, and off home.<a id="FNanchor_9" href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p> + +<p>The French officers were all admiration and +astonishment: they had never seen anything so +complete, nor any troop so mounted.</p> + +<p>At Waterloo, on the 18th June, there were +present eight troops of British and two of Hanoverian<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_158"></a>[158]</span> +horse-artillery. The British, as far as I +can recollect, were:—1. Lieutenant-Colonel Sir +Hew D. Ross’s; 2. Major Bull’s; 3. Major M‘Donald’s; +4. Major Ramsay’s; 5. Lieutenant-Colonel +Webber Smyth’s; 6. Lieutenant-Colonel Sir Robert +Gardiner’s; 7. Major Beane’s; 8. Lieutenant-Colonel +Sir A. Dickson, <em>alias</em> Captain Mercer’s; +also Captain Whinyate’s rocket-troop. These +were armed as follows:—Major Bull’s, six heavy +5½-inch howitzers; Lieutenant-Colonel Gardiner’s +and W. Smith’s, five light 6-pounders, and one +light 5½-inch howitzer—these two being attached +to the hussar brigades; Captain Whinyate’s rockets +and light 6-pounders; each of the others had +five 9-pounders and one heavy 5½-inch howitzer; +and these “heavy drags” (as we called them) +were destined, by Sir Augustus Frazer, who commanded +the horse-artillery, together with Bull’s +howitzers, to form a grand battery in reserve, to +be applied as he might find occasion—a formidable +reserve it would have been. However, it +never came into play in that manner; for in the +general orders of the army organising it, we were +all posted to different brigades of cavalry, consequently +Frazer’s <i lang="fr">grande batterie</i> vanished in +smoke. In this allotment I fell to the first division, +Lord Edward Somerset, composed of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_159"></a>[159]</span> +three Household regiments—the Scots Greys, 1st +Dragoon Guards, and 6th or Inniskillings. We +continued, however, at Strytem, neither reporting +to, nor receiving orders from, Lord Edward; nor +did we ever join the division until 21st June, near +Mons, whence we marched with them to Paris, +and then again separated.</p> + +<p>Of the field-artillery I know very little, but remember +that, about the beginning of June, Sir +Augustus Frazer, who was Sir G. Wood’s <em>right-hand +man</em>, told me that, including the horse-artillery, +there were then twenty brigades of British +artillery, or 120 pieces, ready to take the field. +More arrived, I believe, after this; I know Beane’s +troop of horse-artillery did. What number of +Hanoverian, Dutch, Belgic, &c., there might be, +I never knew.</p> + +<p>Whence it originated, I cannot conjecture, but, +certes, much indecision did exist about this time +as to our armament. Shortly after our arrival at +Strytem, we were ordered to send our light 6-pounders +to Ghent, there to be exchanged for <em>heavies</em>. +These, after a few days, were to be sent back and +replaced by the 9-pounders, which eventually we +kept.</p> + +<p>These changes, whilst in progress, cost me considerable +anxiety, from the dread of a move taking<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_160"></a>[160]</span> +place whilst my guns were absent—an event +the more to be dreaded, since the Duke never +attended to any justification if anything went +wrong; nor would he have looked to my superiors, +but myself alone, and thus I should have +borne the whole weight of his anger.</p> + +<p>At length, about the beginning of June we +were complete, when my troop establishment +was as follows, viz.:—</p> + +<table class="autotable fs90 wd80"> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">5 guns, 9-pounders, and 1 heavy 5½-inch howitzer—8 horses each,</td> +<td class="tdrb pad2">48</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">9 ammunition-waggons—viz., 1 to each piece, and a spare one per division—6 horses each,</td> +<td class="tdrb">54</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">1 spare-wheel carriage—6 horses,</td> +<td class="tdrb">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">1 forge, 1 curricle-cart, 1 baggage-waggon—4 horses each,</td> +<td class="tdrb">12</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx"></td> +<td class="tdrb">----</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl pad40pc">Total in draught,</td> +<td class="tdrb">120</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">6 mounted detachments—8 horses each,</td> +<td class="tdrb">48</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">2 staff-sergeants, 2 farriers, 1 collar-maker,</td> +<td class="tdrb">5</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">6 officers’ horses, lent them by the Board of Ordnance,</td> +<td class="tdrb">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">6 officers’ mules, for carrying their baggage,</td> +<td class="tdrb">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx"></td> +<td class="tdrb">----</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl pad40pc">Total,</td> +<td class="tdrb">185</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Additional horses unaccounted for above, spare, &c.,</td> +<td class="tdrb">30</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx"></td> +<td class="tdrb">----</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl pad40pc">General total of animals,</td> +<td class="tdrb"><ins class="corr" id="tn-160" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: '214'"> +215</ins></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx">Besides which, each officer had his own two horses, and the surgeon one, making 11 more—so that, including these, we had</td> +<td class="tdrb">226</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdlx"></td> +<td class="tdrb">===</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_161"></a>[161]</span></p> + +<p>The <em>personnel</em> consisted of—Second Captain, +Mercer, commanding; Captain Pakenham (subsequently +Newland) as Second Captain; Lieutenants +Bell, Hincks, Ingleby, and Leathes—the former +acting as adjutant to Sir A. Frazer, the latter +as supernumerary; and before we left Strytem, +Ingleby exchanged with Lieutenant Breton, and +joined Sir Robert Gardiner’s troop; so that, finally, +it stood: Breton, Hincks, Leathes—surgeon, +Hitchins; 2 staff-sergeants, 3 sergeants, 3 corporals, +6 bombardiers, 1 farrier, 3 shoeing smiths, 2 +collar-makers, 1 wheeler, 1 trumpeter, and 1 acting +do., 80 gunners, 84 drivers—the 1 acting +trumpeter not included. The organisation was +in three divisions, of two subdivisions each—a +subdivision being one piece of ordnance, with its +ammunition-waggon and detachment. Each division +had one spare ammunition-waggon and a +proportion of the other carriages, &c. The division +was commanded by a lieutenant, and the +subdivisions, the right of the division by a sergeant, +the left by a corporal—a bombardier to +each subdivision. On parade, the 5½-inch howitzer +was the right of the centre division. Perhaps +at this time a troop of horse-artillery was the +completest thing in the army; and whether<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_162"></a>[162]</span> +broken up into half-brigades under the first and +second captains, or into divisions under their +lieutenants, or subdivisions under their sergeants +and corporals, still each body was a perfect +whole.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_163"></a>[163]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">I have confessed a little farther back that the +happiness of our sojourn in this lovely country +was not without some alloy; and having done +so, I may add one or two more items to this +balance, <i lang="la">per contra</i>.</p> + +<p>Soon after our arrival at Strytem, an officer of +the commissariat was attached to the troop, for +the purpose of feeding us and our animals. His +first care was to secure a sufficient number of +country waggons, with their drivers and horses, +intending to keep them together ready for a move. +The farmers, finding this a grievance, besieged +me, personally and through Mynheer Evenpoel, +to allow them to remain at home until wanted. +This Mr Coates (who, by the way, was an experienced +and excellent commissary) strongly opposed, +foretelling the consequences but too truly; however, +I yielded, upon a solemn promise of M.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_164"></a>[164]</span> +l’Adjoint that they should be held ready to move +at a moment’s notice. Having committed this +folly, I was well punished for it by the anxiety +I experienced at every report of a move; and at +last when the hour did come, they were called +and found wanting, and poor Mr Coates had to +mount and hunt them up, when they ought to +have been loaded and on the road. This was a +lesson to me.</p> + +<p>Another misery I endured was the constant +apprehension of falling under the Duke’s displeasure +for systematic plundering of the farmers by +our people, which I could not well check without +risk of incurring the same on another score—<i>i.e.</i>, for +not doing it! This is enigmatical; let me explain. +Our allowance of forage, though sufficient to keep +our horses in pretty good condition when idle, +was not sufficient when they were hard worked; +nor was it sufficient at any time to put on them +that load of flesh, and give them that rotundity +of form which Peninsular practice had established +as the <i lang="fr">beau ideal</i> of a horse entering on a campaign, +the maxim being—“The more flesh a +horse carries, the more he has to lose, and the +longer he will be able to bear privation.” To +keep up this, therefore, it was necessary to borrow +from the farmers; and at this time of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_165"></a>[165]</span> +year the superb crops of the <i lang="fr"><ins class="corr" id="tn-165" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'trèfe'"> +trèfle</ins></i> offered themselves +most opportunely. The practice was +general amongst cavalry and artillery, so that all +the horses were equally in good case; and it +would have been a most dangerous proceeding, +by abstaining from it, to let your horses appear +thinner than those of your neighbour. The quick +eye of the Duke would have seen the difference, +asked no questions, attended to no justification, +but condemned the unfortunate victim of samples +as unworthy of the command he held, and perhaps +sent him from the army. We therefore, like +others, plundered the farmers’ fields; with this +difference, however, that we did it in a regular +manner, and without waste—whereas many of the +cavalry regiments destroyed nearly as much as +they carried away, by trampling about the fields. +The dread of this being reported kept me continually +in hot water, for my farmers (who, under +the reign of the Prussians, would never have dared +utter a complaint), hearing how strictly plundering +was forbidden by the Duke, soon became exceedingly +troublesome with their threats of reporting +me.<a id="FNanchor_10" href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> How we escaped it is difficult to say, but<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_166"></a>[166]</span> +certainly we continued helping ourselves; and +latterly St Cyr, and some other farmers, getting +more docile, would themselves mark out where +we were to cut. Our neighbour at the chateau +farm (Walsdragen) was the most troublesome. The +Duke was not partial to our corps, which made +it still more fortunate for me that these people +never put their threats in execution. It is difficult +to say why, but his Grace certainly treated us +harshly, and on many occasions unjustly. Of his +harshness <i lang="fr">voici un exemple</i>. Captain Whinyates +having joined the army with the rocket-troop, the +Duke, who looked upon rockets as nonsense, ordered +that they should be put into store, and the troop +supplied with guns instead. Colonel Sir G. Wood, +instigated by Whinyates, called on the Duke to +ask permission to leave him his rockets as well as +guns. A refusal. Sir George, however, seeing +the Duke was in a particular good-humour, ventured +to say, “It will break poor Whinyate’s heart +to lose his rockets.” “D—n his heart, sir; let +my order be obeyed,” was the answer thundered +in his ear by the Duke, as he turned on the +worthy Sir George. Let me return to the country +and its charms.</p> + +<p>With me one of the most delightful occupations +is the exploring a new country; so<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_167"></a>[167]</span> +that, whilst others could not exist except in +Brussels, I found abundant occupation for my +leisure riding about the neighbourhood of Strytem. +One of my first rides was, as in duty +bound, to Ninove. Instead of taking the main +road from Brussels thither, which runs through +Meerbeke, I took a by one to Liederkerke, and, +turning to the left a short distance from this +place, crossed the gently-flowing Dender, opposite +the little village of Okegem, by a rustic bridge +supported on posts, so narrow and fragile that +it was not without demur, and at last leading +my horse, that I ventured over. I found the +officers of the troop here very humbly lodged—in +mere cottages, and that of a poor description. +Nothing here comparable to our lordly tapestried +saloons at Strytem—to the which, by the way, we +were becoming attached, more particularly since +the fine weather had set in, and taught us to appreciate +their coolness and refreshing <i lang="fr">demi-jour</i>.</p> + +<p>The country, after passing the river, was not +interesting, as I have mentioned elsewhere, but +the scenery improved somewhat on drawing near +Ninove, which place, with the immense monastery +of white stone built on the higher part of +the ground, had a somewhat imposing appearance: +drawing still nearer, some fragments of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_168"></a>[168]</span> +old walls begin to make their appearance amongst +the trees, which now became more numerous, and +we enter the place under a dark-browed picturesque +arch, flanked by two circular towers, +partly in ruins and overgrown with ivy, the +whole half concealed, until one turns short upon +it, by the clustering foliage of some handsome +elms and the thick shrubbery of bushes growing +out of the old walls. As my horse’s feet resounded +under the archway, a flash of romance came +across me, and I thought of the counts of Burgundy +and their romantic court, and pictured in +my mind’s eye some lordly pageant streaming +from out the archway in all its glittering array. +Sober reality soon banished romance. A short +street brought me from the gate to the head of +the principal one—long, broad, clean; houses low, +and of rather a humble description; on the +whole, looking more like the street of an English +country town than anything I had seen in the +Pays Bas here; and standing across it was the +monastery which had formed so conspicuous a +feature in the aspect of the town from without. +This, instead of representing the sort of ecclesiastical +building one would expect a monastery to +be, was a magnificent modern-built house of three +storeys, pierced with numerous large sashed windows,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_169"></a>[169]</span> +looking airy and cheerful—anything rather +than the house of sorrow, repentance, and abstinence. +It is, I suspect, a modern restoration of +the monastery of Premonstrantine monks mentioned +by Blau, and the only one he does mention. +It was suppressed in 1792. Wandering +into the court, which was overrun with grass and +weeds, I met the only remaining brother of the +order, the dress of which he wore. His appearance +was venerable, but whether it was that he was +naturally morose, or because I was a heretic, he +would answer none of my questions, only making +a waive of the hand in answer to my inquiry +whether I might walk over the premises. That +this reserve did not arise from ignorance of +French, his immediately turning and giving directions +to a labourer in that language testified. +Lord Uxbridge and his staff having taken up +their abode here restricted my observations to the +exterior of the building. I saw enough, however, +to learn that the Premonstrantine monks had once +been lodged like princes, and so passed on to +look at the town.</p> + +<p>Ninove is prettily situated on the left bank of +the Dender, from which its spacious street ascends +by a gentle acclivity; and at this time it presented +a very gay and bustling appearance, from the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_170"></a>[170]</span> +presence of the cavalry staff and the active operations +of the commissariat. It may contain about +3000 inhabitants, and was once surrounded by a +wall, with flanking towers, of which some vestiges +still remain. I believe much weaving is +done here, and I saw several mills and tanneries. +Blau says the ancient name was “<span lang="la">Nienevem, +Ninoviam, Ninovam, <i>vulgus</i> Kandrorum; <i>nunc</i> +Ninovam—Gallo belgæ Ninof appellant; Belgia +regalis,</span>” &c. So much for Ninove. For that +time I bid it adieu, and passing the bridge at the +bottom of the street, took my road homewards +through the pretty and interesting country to the +southward of it. Old Blau says there was some +joke against the people of Ninove connected with +its ancient name Ninevem, which he compares +with the Nineveh of Assyria. In my way home, +passing through Meerbeke, I saw a handsome chateau, +where Sir Ormsby Vandeleur had his divisional +headquarters. It was a picturesque object, +and truly Flemish in style, though in situation, +&c., it resembled an English country-house—two +storeys, with numerous large windows, and the +usual double tier of dormitory windows in the +high roof. It was flanked at either end by a +round tower, with the characteristic conical roof. +The grounds were quite English. A level lawn<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_171"></a>[171]</span> +of smooth and verdant turf extended from the +front to the road. Shrubberies of laburnums, +&c., surrounded it on three sides, concealing the +offices, and these were backed by a thick wood +of lofty forest-trees. To judge from externals, an +agreeable quarter.</p> + +<p>The great Bois de Liederkerke afforded me a +fine field for exploration, and many a delightful +ride I took amongst its grateful shades. In one +of these I discovered, in the very heart of it, a +cleared spot of a few acres, part of which was +occupied by the blackened ruins of some building, +and part exhibited the very melancholy appearance +of a once handsome garden, run wild and +gone to decay—even the very ruins were nearly +overrun by brushwood and weeds. A peasant, +whom I met with after leaving the wood, told me +that although he had never seen these ruins, he +supposed they must be the remains of a convent +of nuns which once existed somewhere in the +wood, but had been burned many years ago. +Ignorance of his language prevented my understanding +a long story he told me—partly in Flemish, +partly in French—but I picked out that the +nuns of this convent had all been ladies of considerable, +some of very high, rank.</p> + +<p>The main road to Alost, by Liederkerke and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_172"></a>[172]</span> +Denderlue, runs through this wood, and, emerging +from it on that side, one exchanges the gloomy +obscurity of the forest and confined view amongst +the trees for the broad light of day and a wide +expanse of fine meadows, covered with herds of +cattle, through which the Dender runs brawling +and bubbling along over its pebbly bed, crossed at +this point by a long wooden bridge, immediately +beyond which is the village of Liederkerke, at the +time of my visit full of our Household troops.</p> + +<p>It was a curious sensation that of seeing Lifeguardsmen +lounging about the street and before +the houses—these people are so intimately associated +in one’s mind with London, the Park, +Horse Guards, &c. Nor was the contrast between +their tall full figures and rosy complexions and +the gaunt awkward figures and sallow complexions +of the Flemish peasantry—the smart tight-fitting +scarlet or blue jackets of the one, with the coarse +homely garbs and dingy-coloured smock-frocks of +the other—less curious.</p> + +<p>Both banks of the river, which here approach +each other and are rather steep, are well clothed +with trees, and form a picturesque scene. Immediately +above and below the bridge, these banks, +retiring from each other, leave between their bases +and the river a wide level of meadow-land, which,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_173"></a>[173]</span> +being everywhere bounded by low thickly-wooded +hills, and, as before mentioned, thickly sprinkled +with herds of fine cattle or luxuriant crops of +hay, now almost ready for mowing, afford scenes +of a different but not less pleasing character. On +the right the hills, projecting like a promontory, +and blending themselves with those on the left, +enclose these fine meadows in an amphitheatre +of beautifully variegated and tufted foliage, unbroken +by buildings or any indication of the +haunts of man; whilst the left bank, less thickly +wooded, presents here and there intervening fields, +the high thatched roofs of farms and cottages, and, +pre-eminent amongst the whole, the spire of Denderlue +peeping through the foliage. Amongst +other excursions, one was of a more than commonly +interesting nature, since it brought me +acquainted, not only with a very lovely spot, but +also with a singularly eccentric character—one +whose history is of so romantic a nature, that I +ever regret not having made myself master of it +in all its details; I mean Paul Visconti, Marquis +d’Acornati and Lord of Gaesbeke, the chateau of +which he inhabits. The first notice we had of +this singular man was from some officers of the +23d Light Dragoons, who had been cantoned in +his village. On their first arrival the old gentleman<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_174"></a>[174]</span> +was quite furious at the insult offered him +in sending troops thither at all, but especially +without his having been consulted. The officers, +having quartered their men, proceeded to take up +their own abode in the chateau, and the Marquis, +being aware of this, closed his gates, and made preparations +to resist. His garrison consisted of two +or three ancient domestics and six or eight young +boys. On approaching the gates, the officers were +somewhat surprised at seeing guns pointed at +them from several embrasures, and at the same +time a venerable turbaned head, projecting from +one of them, demanded, in good English, how +they dared trespass on the property of the Marquis +d’Acornati, peremptorily bidding them to depart, +or take the consequences. The captain, a true +English gentleman, having heard something of +the Marquis’s peculiarities from the villagers, instead +of resenting the opposition, humoured the +old man’s whim, and commenced a parley in the +true language and all the forms of chivalry. This +was touching the Marquis in a tender point. +The gates were thrown open, as were his arms, to +these courteous strangers, whom he received and +entertained with the hospitality of the olden +times during their stay, mourned their departure, +and never mentioned them afterwards but in the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_175"></a>[175]</span> +highest terms of praise. Some of my officers had +already visited Gaesbeke, and their accounts excited +my curiosity to see this extraordinary man. +Accordingly one day mounting Nelly I set out. +The road lay through the large village of Lennik +St Martin, remarkable in the distance for its handsome +spire, towering above the more humble ones +of the surrounding villages. Here I found Lieutenant-Colonel +Hawker and his adjutant, Lieutenant +Anderson. The colonel commanded a division +composed of two batteries, 9-pounders, which were +cantoned in his immediate neighbourhood, but +not in Lennik. Hence the country was exquisite—the +scenery acquiring a greater degree of +interest from the increasing height of the hills, +though in luxuriance and verdure, both of arborific +and cereal vegetation, it could not exceed that +which I had left behind me.</p> + +<p>At length, after a pleasant ride of about twelve +miles, on attaining the summit of a hill, the noble +Château de Gaesbeke appeared in front, on the +edge of a deep ravine, which separated me from +it, surrounded by thick woods, the sombre verdure +of which harmonised well with the mellowed +tone of its antique brick walls and towers, whilst +their round tufted tops were finely contrasted +with its sharp angles and pointed conical roofs.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_176"></a>[176]</span> +Crossing the ravine, I arrived on a plateau of rich +velvety turf, ornamented by a few clamps of the +most superb beech-trees I ever saw in my life, +some of their boles rising almost straight forty or +fifty feet, without a twig to break the smooth +rounded surface of their glossy grey bark. Fine +as those composing the great avenue at Strytem +were, still they were far exceeded in size, luxuriance, +and beauty of form by these. Artificial +means are employed to produce these magnificent +ornaments of the park or pleasure-ground. Whilst +the tree is young it is constantly watched, and +every bud carefully eradicated the moment it +pierces the bark, until, having attained a certain +height, nature is permitted to take her course +and push out lateral branches, leaving between +them and the soil a stupendous column of timber. +A broad carriage-road, winding amongst +these clumps, led to the great gate of the chateau, +now unsuspicious of another military invasion, +standing wide open. It was approached by a +stone bridge thrown over a ditch, which, running +along the front of the chateau, imperceptibly lost +itself in the steep declivity to the right and left. +The lofty arched portal was flanked by round +towers, having semicircular embrasures on the +first floor, and above them a row of arched windows<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_177"></a>[177]</span> +with rusty iron balconies, extending across +the gateway also. Toward the right, the two +tiers of large French windows gave a more modern +air to the curtain (if I may so call it), which was +terminated in that direction by an immense elliptical +tower, the steep roof of which finished in a +short ridge with ornamental iron-work, and a +weather-cock at either end. To the left, the +blank wall ended in a round tower of smaller +dimensions, and without the usual conical roof, +its picturesque antique form only partially seen +through the foliage of the trees, which formed a +screen before that front.</p> + +<p>I entered the castle court without seeing a soul, +or any indication of the place being inhabited. +True, there was little of ruin. The old walls +appeared generally in good repair; the glass in +the windows was sound, not a pane broken—yet +a forlorn deserted aspect reigned over all; and +the bent iron ornaments of the roofs, the grass-grown +court, and the shattered remains of two or +three low-wheeled carriages, lying half buried in +the rank vegetation of weeds which had sprung +up around them, added not a little to the cheerless +desolate aspect of the whole. To the right +on entering was a long range of two storeys +(which, from the lofty windows, appeared to be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_178"></a>[178]</span> +the state apartments), terminating at either end +with a tower. From the gateway into the angle +on the same side similar features indicated other +suites of apartments. To the left of the gateway, +extending to the tower on that side, were stables +and coach-houses. From this tower a parapet-wall +followed the outline of the ground along the +edge of the declivity, running out in semicircular +bastions at intervals of about fifty yards, until, +joining the tower at the extremity of the right +wing, it completed the enclosure of the court, +forming an area of an irregular figure, the low +parapet allowing to the windows of the main +building a most striking and extensive view over +the rich country to the westward. The defence +of this front was further increased by a range of +casemated apartments, with narrow loop-holes, +probably intended for arrows; but whether they +extended the whole length of the front, or only +under the bastions, I forget. They are entered +by a narrow staircase from the court above. In +the centre of this court, upon a rude pedestal, +was the fragment of a man in a sitting posture, +of which the Marquis afterwards gave me a +printed explanation, drawn up by himself, tending +to show that this must be a remnant of the celebrated +Torse de Belvedere, and that the whole<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_179"></a>[179]</span> +constituted a figure of Ulysses, seated, and in the +act of discharging an arrow from his bow. But +to return. After taking a cursory glance at the +general arrangement of the buildings, and finding +that the sound of my horse’s feet had no effect in +extracting their inhabitants, I rode up to and +thundered at a low-arched door which stood half-open +in the great tower. The appeal was answered +by a sallow-faced dirty boy of fifteen, with long +uncombed flaxen locks hanging about his ears, and +giving him a peculiarly wild and savage appearance +as he stood staring at me with widely-distended +eyes. To my inquiry if the Marquis were +at home, he only answered by a nod, and then disappeared +in the gloom of the dark vaulted passage +whence he had emerged. Returning almost immediately, +he had found his tongue, and begged +me to go to the principal entrance to the right +wing (what had once been handsome panelled +folding-doors), which he unbolted within, and, +taking my horse as I dismounted, ushered me into +a large and lofty vestibule of handsome proportions, +but quite unfurnished, and in a miserable +state of decay. On the opposite side of this, at +the desire of my guide, I entered a fine lofty room, +with a coved roof, painted in blue and white +stripes in imitation of the interior of a Turkish<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180"></a>[180]</span> +tent, and at the corners, where the drapery was +supposed to be gathered up, ornamented with an +imitation of golden cords and tassels. Round the +walls were suspended trophies formed of swords, +daggers, pistols, &c., all richly mounted, and +almost all Oriental. The furniture consisted of +large ottomans, covered with a striped stuff to +match the pattern of the tent. These were ranged +round the walls, and there was neither chair nor +table in the room, which was lighted by an arched +window opening upon a clumsy wooden balcony, +and commanding a beautiful view over the distant +country and of the deep wooded ravine below. +After waiting here about ten minutes, the object +of my curiosity made his appearance, followed by +a rather vulgar-looking fattish man, with whom +he had been engaged, and whom I discovered to +be a lawyer of Brussels, and his man of business. +This gentleman soon took his leave, and left me +<i lang="fr">tête-à-tête</i> with his client. Let me draw his portrait, +while still fresh in my memory: Below the +middle size, and a little bent by age; thin, light, +and active; a countenance embrowned by southern +suns, if not natural; regular features, and a +face that had evidently once been handsome; +quick, sparkling, intelligent eyes giving to his +physiognomy a vivacious expression, rather at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_181"></a>[181]</span> +variance with the wrinkled cheek of the <i lang="fr">octogènaire</i>. +His costume was completely Turkish. A white +muslin turban, somewhat soiled, but plentifully +beset with precious stones, covered his head; an +ample caftan of blue cloth, vest and trousers of +the same—the former tied across the chest with +strings, the latter large and full-gathered, and at +bottom stuffed into a pair of extremely short +boots, strangers apparently to Day and Martin +or their kindred of the Pays Bas. A crimson +silk sash girded his waist, in which was stuck an +Oriental poignard, having its handle entirely +covered with precious stones, and scabbard tastefully +enchased in silver filigree. In his right +hand he carried a short hunting-spear, and in his +left a small <i lang="fr">cor de chasse</i>. His address, easy and +affable, was evidently that of one accustomed to +the best society. The reception he gave me was +most flattering, and even affectionate; and he incessantly +repeated his admiration of England and +her sons. For my part, I told only half the truth +in stating that the celebrity of his chateau and +gardens had procured him the honour of this +visit, never hinting how great a lion he was himself. +After a short conversation, he proposed +showing me his chateau, &c., and conducting me +through several apartments on the ground-floor,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_182"></a>[182]</span> +we arrived at his own bed-room in the extremity +of the building. Nothing can be conceived more +desolate and cheerless. Superb as to dimensions +and form, these apartments were completely unfurnished, +and in a most melancholy state of dilapidation. +The painting soiled and faded, the +elaborately-moulded ceilings and cornices coming +down piecemeal and covering the floors with their +fragments; these floors themselves rotten, and +sinking in many places into holes. The shutters +of the high and numerous windows, some closed +entirely, others only half; others, again, with one +leaf, perhaps, on the floor, and one hanging by a +single hinge. Such was the appearance of these +once lordly rooms. I shuddered as I traversed +this scene of former splendour—of present degradation. +The mind, always busy on these occasions, +called up the beruffed slashed-sleeve cavalier of +other days; the courtly dame, the stomacher resplendent +with costly jewels, ebon locks falling in +ringlets over her bare, well-turned shoulders and +swelling bosom. How changed the scene! The +lordly <i lang="fr">châtelain</i> has given place to the little +curved Turkish figure before me; the brilliant +assemblage of knights and dames to desolation +and solitude.</p> + +<p>The dormitory of mine host, where at least<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_183"></a>[183]</span> +some comfort might have been expected, was +only of a piece with the rest. Coarse, scanty, +and not very clean-looking bedding, lying in a +confused heap upon a low bedstead of common +deal, without curtains—in short, such a bed as +one sometimes sees in an ostler’s room over the +stables—a rickety deal table, and a couple of old +chairs. None of the appurtenances of the toilet, +nor any apparent means of stowing his wardrobe; +bare walls, and nought else. One might have +imagined it the abode of some poor devil whom +charity had admitted to occupy a nook in the +deserted mansion. The Marquis showed all with +perfect <i lang="fr">sang-froid</i>, unconscious that there was +anything strange in a man of his princely fortune +living like a pauper, and continued leading +me from room to room, until we arrived at one +smaller than the rest, and a little less dilapidated, +which he announced as his study—a title +to which a huge table, occupying the greater part +of it, and covered with a heap of papers, pictures, +and writing material, all intermingled in most +glorious confusion, seemed to give some colour; +and here were also two or three common chairs. +From amongst the litter on the table, after a little +hunting, he rummaged out a small miniature of a +female, which he thrust into my hand with an air<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_184"></a>[184]</span> +of exultation, as much as to say, “There!—what +think you of that?” and evidently supposing me +as intimate with its features as himself, and as +evidently mortified at my asking who the original +might be, whilst, with rather a haughty air, +he informed me that it was the portrait of his +dear mistress (kissing it respectfully), the Empress +Maria Theresa, whom he had had the honour to +serve as an officer of Hungarian hussars many +years. Whilst laying the miniature again on the +table, he hurried out of the room, motioning me +to follow him. The old man was quite chivalric +when speaking on this subject, and apparently +quite in earnest.</p> + +<p>Our next visit was to the kitchen, whither he +took me to see the thickness of the walls, which +were no less than 10 feet. Such a den as this +never before sullied the respected name of kitchen. +From the smallness of the windows, or port-holes, +and the enormous thickness of the walls, it was, +even at this time of day, almost dark enough to +require candles; spacious and vaulted, with a +floor all decayed—and no wonder, for it was in +great part covered by an immense heap of potatoes, +and quite devoid of furniture. Its occupants +were a second Dame Leonarda, and three or four +dirty boys, lounging indolently about. A wood-fire<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_185"></a>[185]</span> +blazed on the ash-encumbered hearth, over +which was suspended an iron pot filled with potatoes. +He then led me through the casemates or +subterraneous defences on the western side, before +mentioned; and having thus completed our survey +of the castle, we sallied from the portal to visit +the gardens and <i lang="fr">pleasaunce</i>, the Marquis stepping +out with all the briskness of youth. We had got +about half-way over the lawn, under one of the +magnificent clumps of beeches, when suddenly +my conductor, stopping, put his horn to his mouth +and blew such a peal as made the woods ring +again. No result followed, and as he had not explained +himself, I was at a loss to conjecture the +meaning of this, unless it were to let me hear the +echo. After waiting impatiently a few minutes, +the sound was repeated, and an instant afterwards +out came all the boys scampering through the portal +and over the turf towards us, with an activity +strongly contrasted with their former listlessness. +This, however, did not satisfy their master, who, +rating them soundly for their inattention to his +first summons, ordered them to bring out the <i lang="fr">carriole</i>. +In a few minutes one of the old carriages +I had seen in the court was drawn out by a +miserable half-starved-looking beast, hardly deserving +the name of a horse, and with harness to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_186"></a>[186]</span> +match—that is, old, rusty, broken, and mended +with bits of cord, &c. Into the suspicious-looking +vehicle we both got, and having exchanged his +hunting-spear for a shabby whip, the Marquis +proceeded to do coachman, and conducted me +through his lovely domain; for lovely it really +was, in spite of the neglect evident in all +directions—a circumstance, however, that one +scarcely regretted, since it threw such an air +of wildness over the scenery as to make it most +charming.</p> + +<p>The ground on which the castle stood ran out +in knolls, with very abrupt slopes, forming deep +ravines, at the bottom of which streams of limpid +water ran bubbling along, until finding their way +to the main trunk, or great ravine, under the +western front, they there united <ins class="corr" id="tn-186" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'there'"> +their</ins> waters and +formed a small lake, whose placid surface was +animated by swans and whole flocks of wildfowl, +which here found an undisturbed retreat. The +whole of the ground above described, excepting +the level lawn in front of the great gate, was +thickly covered with wood—in some parts impervious +from the thick shrubbery of undergrowth, +in others clear from this encumbrance—affording +splendid forest vistas between the boles +of the magnificent trees—the ground beneath<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_187"></a>[187]</span> +carpeted with the most beautiful variety imaginable +of mosses and wild-flowers—innumerable +creepers hanging in festoons from the branches, +with here and there a venerable ruin, fallen +against and only supported by its neighbours, +increasing the wildness and charm of this enchanting +scenery. At times, after following a +path winding through the thick shrubberies, and +overshadowed by the luxuriant branches of the +forest trees, so as to be in perfect twilight, we +suddenly came upon a small cleared space, carpeted +with turf, in the centre of which, perhaps, +was a rustic altar, or the fragment of a column, +the marble of which, stained by damps or the +encroachments of variously-coloured lichens, harmonised +well with the tints of the sylvan scene +around it. Some of these were simple cylinders; +others were angular, with projecting cornices. +Offerings of flowers there were on many of them—evidence +of the feelings and peculiar sentiments +of the noble proprietor, and that, although neglectful +as far as repairs went, he still had eyes +to see and a heart to feel the beauties of his +lovely domain. Again emerging from the <i lang="fr">demi-jour</i> +of the cool <i lang="fr">berceau</i>, the road wound round +the face of a knoll, affording a charming view of +the distant country, with the lordly chateau<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_188"></a>[188]</span> +towering in the foreground; then replunging +into obscurity, it opened again on a scene as +extensive but of a totally different character—the +country towards Hal, with its long and +more thinly-wooded slopes and summits. In +one place, a clearing of three or four acres, bearing +a crop of potatoes, presented precisely such a +scene as one meets with in America—the ground +still encumbered with roots and branches, the +lofty surrounding wall of grey stems, here and +there a tree fallen against its neighbours, or +hanging forward as if ready to come to the +ground at a touch; in short, a scene of such +savage wildness as one would hardly expect to +meet in this land of culture and improvement.</p> + +<p>After a delightful drive, we returned to the +chateau, passing under the ramparts of the garden, +which, lying on the slope of the hill, are +banked up in such a manner as to form a succession +of nearly level terraces. These are laid out +in parterres, ornamented with statues and fragments, +&c. In the centre of these, a circular +wooden tower rises to a great height, forming a +conspicuous object from all the neighbouring +country, over which the gallery on its summit +commands a most extensive view. The walls of +this tower are of open work, and, as well as the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_189"></a>[189]</span> +winding staircase within, are said to be a <i lang="fr">chêf +d’œuvre</i> of carpentry.</p> + +<p>As it was growing late, I was obliged to decline +my host’s invitation to visit his farm in the valley +below; and having, with the assistance of one of +his young pages, saddled my horse, I took leave, +and returned to Strytem highly pleased with my +excursion.</p> + +<p>A few days afterwards the Marquis sent me a +bundle of papers containing the history of Gaesbeke +and its counts; but being unable from want +of leisure to copy any of it, I can only remember +that the chateau was built about the middle of +the thirteenth century by one of the Counts of +Brabant, of whom it long continued to be the +principal residence. Of the present proprietor I +could learn little except what was imparted by +himself during our ride, in substance as follows:—Paul +Acornati Visconti, an Italian by birth, inherits +Gaesbeke in right of his mother, and by the +father’s side is of the celebrated family of Visconti +of Milan. Early in life he entered the Austrian +army, and served as lieutenant and captain +of Hungarian hussars during the Seven Years’ War. +At the peace of 1763, finding himself free, and +in possession of a princely fortune, he gave himself +up to his vagabond propensities, and passed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_190"></a>[190]</span> +his time in wandering over Europe, &c. &c. In +this way he ran over all Germany, France, and +much of Russia and Poland; traversed Denmark, +Sweden, and Lapland as far as the North Cape. +Either Dr Clarke or Acerbi mentions meeting +him at Tornea, or having heard of him there. +He then visited the British Islands, where he remained +some time (I think he told me he had +been twelve times to England), extending his +wanderings to the remotest corners of Ireland, the +Highlands of Scotland, and the Western Isles. +Here (in England) he became acquainted with +many of our celebrated characters—civil, military, +and literary—of whose intimacy he was not a +little proud. He was delighted with England +and its inhabitants, but his fondness for both +yielded to the unaccountable mania with which +he was subsequently seized for Turkey, the Turks, +their manners, their institutions, and everything +belonging to them; and after a prolonged +residence amongst them, only returned to his own +country when the management of his extensive +estates in Italy and the Pays Bas imperatively +required his presence. What his religious sentiments +might have been I know not, but in every +other respect he had become a complete Turk, and +so determined to remain; thus he has always<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_191"></a>[191]</span> +dressed in the Oriental costume, as I found him, +and in every other way conforms to their customs. +I have already described the person of +this curious character. His health and activity +are remarkable; and although a little curved, +there is nothing of the old man in his step, which +is firm, light, and active; his usual pace is a +little trot. His manner of living is extremely +simple; his diet, I believe, principally vegetable, +and his beverage water. He seldom goes to bed +before midnight, rising again at three o’clock in +the morning; and to this habit of early rising he +assured me he was indebted for his good health. +Whether he had ever been married I know not, +but that he had a daughter I know, since in the +note of invitation to a fête he intended giving at +Brussels, he particularly mentioned his wish to +introduce me to her. Amongst the people of the +neighbourhood I found he bore various characters, +some ascribing his eccentricities to a deranged +intellect, others to philosophy. Others believed +him to be a magician, wherefore the peasantry in +general stand in great awe of him. All, however, +allow that he is a most charitable, good man. It is +said that his liberality towards even his most distant +relations is so great, that they amongst them +enjoy more of his wealth than he does himself.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_192"></a>[192]</span> +That he is wealthy is out of the question; his +property is immense. Besides the Gaesbeke estate, +he possesses others both in the Pays Bas and in +Italy. Most of the best houses in Brussels are +his, and the Gaesbeke property alone comprises +seventeen villages and parishes. His own house +in Brussels is said to be a magnificent one; in +it he gave the fête to which I was invited, +which I afterwards heard was very splendid, the +first people of the country and many of our most +distinguished officers having been present. He +seldom resides in Brussels for any length of time, +nor are his visits to that city frequent, as he prefers +retirement and the country.</p> + +<p>The establishment at Gaesbeke consisted only +of a gardener, an old woman as cook, &c., and +some five or six boys, from twelve to sixteen years +of age, whom he sometimes dressed in the Hungarian +hussar uniform, at others as Orientals—so +said the people. Be that as it may, they all wore +the usual dress of the country when I saw them. +After this first visit the lovely domain of Gaesbeke +became a favourite lounge, and I passed +many a delicious morning wandering about its +cool shady walks. Sometimes the Marquis was +at home, sometimes not, but it made little difference—he +always received me with the same kindness,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_193"></a>[193]</span> +and seemed not a little flattered at the pleasure +I took in his favourite woods; but we neither +of us interrupted the pursuits of the other, for if +he were employed he continued his employment, +otherwise he would sometimes accompany me +himself, or send one of his young pages, if there +were anything to be done or seen that required +assistance or a guide. It was not without regret +that, eventually, I was obliged to leave his neighbourhood +without having had an opportunity of +taking leave of him.</p> + +<p>There was another extraordinary character—a +man of great wealth, too—residing within a few +miles of us, at Ternath, or St Ulris Capelle; but +him I only heard of from Leathes, who had visited +him, which I never had an opportunity of doing. +This man differed from Acornati in having his +chateau splendidly furnished and his pleasure-grounds, +described as vieing in beauty with those +of Gaesbeke, kept in most excellent order. He +had, moreover, a choice collection of paintings.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_194"></a>[194]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">Whilst our army thus revelled in luxury in this +fine country, that of the enemy, we understood, +was concentrating on our frontier, preparatory to +the grand blow which was to drive us into the +sea. To meet the threatened invasion, it was +generally understood in the army that the Duke +had made choice of two positions in the neighbourhood +of Brussels—the one a little beyond the +village of Waterloo, the other at Hal, the point +where the roads from Ath and Mons unite. In +one or the other of these, it was said, he intended +to await the attack, according as the enemy might +advance. Frequently, attended only by an orderly +dragoon, he would visit these positions, studying +them deeply, and most probably forming plans +for their occupation and defence. In confirmation, +too, of the reports that the French army +would shortly advance, we about this time received<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_195"></a>[195]</span> +an order to divest ourselves of all superfluous +baggage, and were given to understand that, in +case of passing the frontier, the army must be +prepared to forego all shelter but what would be +carried with it, since the operations were to be of +the most active nature. Curious to see these +positions, I one day rode over to Hal, which was +the nearest to us. The country through which I +passed for a long way was like that about Strytem; +but on approaching Hal it became more open, +free from wood, and without any kind of enclosures. +This little town is situated on the Senne, +here a good deal interrupted in its course by mill-dams, +&c., so that it forms numerous ponds in and +about the place, only to be crossed by the stone +bridge over which the road from Braine le Leud +and Braine le Château, &c., passes, and in the +town unites with the two great roads from Ath +and Mons, which have previously crossed a small +rivulet descending from the north-west, and thus +ascends the steep street in the direction of Brussels. +On this side the ground rises to a considerable +height, giving a great command over the valley and +roads winding through it, which may be seen at a +considerable distance descending from the opposite +hills, which recede so much to the southward as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196"></a>[196]</span> +to be of no avail against the positions, although +considerably higher.</p> + +<p>The town, as already stated, lies on a steep +slope; the houses are of stone, many of them large +and of most respectable appearance; street wide +and airy; many mills, &c., in the lower part, and +tan-yards.</p> + +<p>I was obliged to content myself with a very +superficial view of Hal; for, having miscalculated +the distance from Strytem, I had no time for more +than to ride through it and back again. The only +thing I saw on the road worth notice was a very +pretty villa, small, but exceedingly neat, standing +in the midst of well-kept pleasure-grounds, quite +unlike anything else in the country that I had +hitherto seen.</p> + +<p>I have as yet been so wrapped up in the country +that I have passed over Brussels, to which, +however, I had already made several visits, and to +which I must now devote a page. So—to begin at +the beginning—my first visit was about four or +five days after our arrival at Strytem. The weather +was particularly favourable. It was one of +those lovely days of spring, succeeding rain, when +all nature seems bursting into new life—when we +are ourselves sensible of the renovating effects of +the season, and the elasticity of our spirits is such,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_197"></a>[197]</span> +that everything appears beautiful to our sight—when +all is exhilaration and delight, and we are +disposed to be in good-humour with everything +around us. The country through which my route +lay, rich in the bounties of nature, and exhibiting +a pleasing variety of feature, made this ride +peculiarly agreeable. About half-way, at the villages +of Itterbeke and Dilbeke, the appearance of +several riflemen in grey or black uniforms, round +hats having the brim looped up on one side, and +decorated with pendant green plumes, scattered +about the fields, the roads, and posted behind +trees, somewhat surprised me. Near the roadside, +too, on the point of a green knoll, stood one of those +rude Rembrandt-like mills, so common in this +country; and on the wooden stairs leading up to +the door sat several men, with their rifles in hand +or lying across their knees, whilst their attention +seemed steadily fixed on the surrounding country, +as if something interesting was transacting there. +A dropping shot now and then re-echoing amongst +the woods, seemed to confirm the truth of my +apprehensions that the French army had advanced, +and that I had no time to lose in regaining Strytem. +The sergeant of the party on the mill-steps, +however, dissipated my apprehensions. These +people belonged to the Duke of Brunswick, and,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198"></a>[198]</span> +being all young soldiers, he obliged them to live +in their cantonments, as if in face of an enemy, +with all their videttes and advanced-posts out. +The firing, I found, proceeded from a party practising +with their rifles at targets cut in the shape +of, and painted to resemble, French soldiers. This +was my first interview with men (<em>mere boys!</em>) with +whom subsequently I had to stand shoulder to +shoulder in the great struggle. My approach to +the city was announced by the occurrence of several +pretty country-houses or villas, much in the +same style as that I had seen on the road to Hal, +but no indication in the distance—no towers, +spires, or lofty building towering over the trees—until, +passing the summit of a hill, Brussels suddenly +burst on my sight, covering the slope of +the hills on the opposite side of the valley—a +glorious picture, and one not readily to be erased +from my memory. From this point, and under +such a sky, she showed herself to the utmost advantage, +and the atmosphere was so pure that +even from this distance every detail was distinctly +visible. The cathedral of St Gudule, standing +upon a terrace, formed a striking feature. The +tufted verdure of the trees on the ramparts enclosing +the city enabled one easily to follow their +outline along the summit of the heights, whilst<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_199"></a>[199]</span> +on the face of the slope the ramparts themselves, +with their venerable grey towers, gave additional +interest to the scene; the houses, rising in terraces, +as it were, tier above tier, and everywhere +intermingled with foliage; innumerable churches +and chapels; palaces, too, amongst which, most conspicuous, +was that of Prince d’Aremberg and the +Cour de Flandres, and in the lower town the beautiful +Stadthuys;—all united to form the glorious picture.</p> + +<p>In the vale below, the river Senne wound its +way slowly along amidst green meadows, the +surface of which was broken by long stripes of +white linen, spread there to bleach. In the west +and south it was closed by a belt of black forest—the +ever-memorable Forest of Soigney. The +Senne was ravishing—it seemed as if one could +never tire of looking on it; and as I lingered to +do so, the more prominent features in the history +of that fair city came crowding on my mind, and, +now that the scene of action lay before me, embodied +themselves to my mind’s eye. At first +the city seems to have been confined to the +borders of the marsh, and thence gradually to +have crept up the hillside, until at last it was +circumscribed by a rampart—the lower part of +the town being evidently the older, and of a different +style entirely from the upper.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_200"></a>[200]</span></p> + +<p>Descending the hill, I entered this lower town +by the Barrière de Gand and a long winding +narrow street, bordered on either side by houses +of black stone, three storeys (generally) high, but +of a mean appearance, without <i lang="fr">trottoirs</i> for the foot-passengers, +and the mud above my horse’s fetlocks; +a little farther on I passed the fish-market, and a +fearful penance it was—for the strongest stomach, +I should think, could hardly resist its noisome +smell, arising from a fearful accumulation of garbage +flung beneath the tables.</p> + +<p>Passing along, I found the streets in this part +of the town crowded with commissariat waggons, +coming for or taking supplies to the neighbouring +cantonments, so that between these and the +multitude of Hanoverian soldiers it was not without +difficulty that I made my way along and +reached an expansion of the street where the +Marché aux Herbes is held, much as it used to be +in the fore street at Exeter ere the present market-place +was built. The bustle, gaiety, groups of +females, the colour and smell of flowers and +herbs, &c., always make a vegetable-market an +agreeable scene. This one was enhanced by the +various uniforms of the British, Belgic, and Hanoverian +soldiery, and the handsome shops surrounding +it. These exhibited in their windows<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_201"></a>[201]</span> +every variety of the choicest productions of India +and Europe; and pre-eminent amongst them all +were the jewellers and pipe-sellers, or tobacconists, +with their splendid displays of meerschaums, +Turkish pipes with amber mouth-pieces, rich +tobacco-pouches, &c. &c. The Montagne de la +Cour, though restricted after passing the market, +still a broad street, ascended right in front; and +at the foot of this a large hotel (d’Angleterre) +occurred so opportunely that I rode into its court, +and, leaving my orderly in charge of my horse, set +off at once, eager to explore this new and interesting +ground.</p> + +<p>My first impulse was to seek the park, of +which I had so often heard, and instinctively I +ascended la Montagne de la Cour, which proved +the direct road to it. At the top of the ascent I +found myself in a pretty little square (Place +Royale) surrounded by handsome houses, but +having very much the appearance of pasteboard. +Turning thence into a broad street, I found +myself in a most magnificent square, far exceeding +in beauty, if not in size, any of ours in +London—pretty lawns and thick shrubberies, +with fine trees, &c., enclosed by a handsome +iron railing, and surrounded by fine houses, +the façades ornamented by Ionic pilasters, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_202"></a>[202]</span> +painted in delicate tints of buff, green, &c., or +white, and the whole forming a splendid spectacle +and delicious spot. The park is laid out in +walks winding through shrubberies and dingles, +affording varied and pleasing scenery, some part +of the ground being broken and uneven. In the +centre is a sort of pavilion where refreshments +are sold, and near it is a sheet of water, &c. +<em>Park</em> is a misnomer; consider it a <em>square</em>, in +our acceptation of the term, and it is one of the +most beautiful in Europe. Its beauty is considerably +increased by the old ramparts with +their fine umbrageous trees overtopping by far +those of the park, and completing one side instead +of a row of houses. The glimpse I here got of +those ramparts naturally attracted me thither, +and I was delighted with the lovely, airy, and +commanding promenade they afforded. This promenade +round the ramparts is the most delightful +imaginable, elevated as they are so much above +the highest houses of the city (on the east and +north-east sides), and overshadowed by stately +elms, affording beautiful views over the city and +neighbouring country, always having in the foreground +some imposing and picturesque mass of +ancient masonry, overrun with a rank vegetation +of large-leaved weeds, &c.; some grey and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_203"></a>[203]</span> +venerable tower—a remnant of antiquity. Descending +the hill on either hand, the height of +these ramparts decreases to that of the ordinary +fortifications of the middle ages; but here, in the +lower part, the walls and towers in themselves are +far more picturesque, and exhibit much greater antiquity. +They are here, I suspect, the same that +were built when the city was first fortified in 1044, +whilst those above are the more modern fortifications +of 1379. Above, as I have before mentioned, +the ramparts present a stupendous +mound, with large square towers, this elevation +being there necessary to protect the city—lying +as it does on a declivity—from the higher +ground beyond; whilst here below they are +only of moderate elevation and breadth, with +round or octagonal towers, the masonry time-worn +and sombre, almost to blackness, and eminently +picturesque.</p> + +<p>But this, my first visit, was too short, and +there was too much to see to admit of lingering +long on any one spot; so, reluctantly quitting +the ramparts, I hurried with eager curiosity from +street to street and square to square, catching a +slight, and but a slight, glimpse of anything, yet +delighted, and devouring all. There is a charm +which I cannot describe in the contemplation of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_204"></a>[204]</span> +these heavy and old-fashioned yet picturesque +structures, with their sculptures, pointed gables, +and eccentric variety of windows, such as most +of those (either Gothic, Flemish, or Spanish) with +which La Grande Place is surrounded. Here, too, +is that most beautiful building, the Hôtel de +Ville, flanked by hexagonal towers, and surmounted +by its celebrated belfry, rising to a +height, it is said, of more than 360 feet; its +construction is of open work, and it is impossible +to imagine anything combining at once such +majesty, grace, elegance, and lightness. One +would scarcely imagine that a work so delicate +could be enduring; and yet this lovely tower, +even now in appearance fresh and perfect, has +already stood more than three, nay, nearly four, +centuries—having been built in 1445. The +statue of St Michael which surmounts it would, +in my opinion, be better away; yet this is a +feature more vaunted than the elegant form of +the building or its admirable workmanship. The +saint stands upon one foot, and pirouettes with +every breeze. The Hôtel de Ville was commenced +in 1380. After a lapse of four centuries, +and notwithstanding the boasted “march of intellect,” +where is the man who could now sit +down and conceive such a structure? Many<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_205"></a>[205]</span> +there are, perhaps, who by help of books and +existing examples, might compile something of +the sort, but I doubt whether any modern architect +be capable of the <em>original conception</em>; and I +am sure that, spite of the ‘Mechanic’s Magazine’ +and the present philosophical studies of our +masons, none of them could produce more perfect +or better work. Like painting, architecture has +had its day. Sir Christopher Wren himself acknowledged +his astonishment at the boldness of +the arches of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge, +and confessed his ignorance as to their construction +and mode of placing the key-stones.</p> + +<p>After all, the Hôtel de Ville is irregular in its +construction, and the placing the tower at one +extremity of the façade instead of the centre I +have heard censured as a grievous fault;—I +like it—there is originality even in that. The +general effect is most imposing.</p> + +<p>Nor is the varied throng frequenting this fine +place on market-days unworthy of it,—their +quaint and original costume harmonising well +with the character of the architectural setting +around. Many were my visits to Brussels, and +always was I delighted. If I did not see all +that I now speak of at that first one, <i lang="fr">n’importe</i>. +The effect of St Gudule’s (the cathedral) is in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_206"></a>[206]</span> +this respect very good, situated upon a terrace +to which one ascends by a broad flight of stairs +to the fine Gothic portal, flanked by two handsome +towers, and looking out over the city on +the country beyond. Up this flight of steps I +did ascend with solemn pace and slow, and into +its beautiful nave: but the celebrated sculptured +pulpit obtained from me no more observation or +admiration than those of Ghent and Bruges. +The emotion I feel on entering a Gothic cathedral +is of a nature too solemn to admit of dwelling +upon, or even noticing, such things.</p> + +<p>How strikingly Spanish are the charming +Bruxellaises in their mantillas, gracefully crossed +on the bosom! I have often heard and read that +they are so, but had no recollection of the circumstance +at the moment the fact struck me. +The mantilla itself, so Spanish, has its testimony +of their ancestry confirmed by the brilliant black +eyes sparkling beneath it; and the prevalence of +black dresses amongst the groups frequenting +the park, or <i lang="fr">allée-verte</i>, complete the illusion, and +for a second we forget that these are not Andalusians. +Never having been in company with any +of the fair dames of Brussels, it would be presumption +to say more than what I saw of them +in public; my say, therefore, amounts to the having<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_207"></a>[207]</span> +seen many lovely faces and graceful figures, +though I had once foolishly fancied that all +Flemish women must be of the same breed as +Anne of Cleves, or the strapping wenches with +whom Rubens and others have made us familiar—forgetting +that, as the offspring of some of the +finest men and handsomest women in Europe, +the Austrians, Spaniards, and French, they ought +to show well. From outward appearance it +would be, perhaps, difficult to decide the origin; +but in the ladies the Spanish blood generally +seems to predominate.</p> + +<p>In wandering about Brussels one is struck with +the frequent occurrence of ecclesiastical ruins—these +are generally the remains of monasteries +suppressed at the Revolution in 1793. The extensive, +and apparently once handsome, house of +the Capucines exhibits now only a heap of rubbish, +with about five or six feet of the massive +walls here and there; another, of which the +chapel remained pretty entire, was used by +our commissariat as a magazine for hay, straw, +&c. &c.</p> + +<p>A more striking scene, perhaps, cannot be +imagined than the <i lang="fr"><ins class="corr" id="tn-207" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'allée-vert'"> +allée-verte</ins></i>, with its long vista +overarched by thickly-clothed branches of the +stately elms lining it in double rows on either<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_208"></a>[208]</span> +hand, the broad expanse of calm water covered +by crowded and gaily-painted barges, ornamented +with flags and streamers, and enlivened with +music and singing. The spacious roads on each +bank gay with carriages, equestrians, and numerous +pedestrians—all apparently happy, <ins class="corr" id="tn-208" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'consequenty'"> +consequently</ins> smiling and merry. I took this route +one Sunday with the intention of visiting the +Palace of Lavickens, but, alas! the luxury of +lounging amidst the merry crowd under the +shade of the elms, and amongst these joyous +groups, detained one in such wise that, on arriving +at the first lock, time no longer served, and +my project was necessarily abandoned. As I +turned homeward, the well-known overture to +Lodoiska resounding from a neighbouring cabaret +attracted me thither, and what was my surprise +at finding the orchestra by which it was performed +to consist of two pretty girls, each with +a violin, whilst the old mother accompanied +them on the violoncello. I afterwards heard +these girls at a café near the Park, where, the +audience being more refined, their performance +was more careful. I thought their music exquisite, +as well as their singing, which they sometimes +mingled with it. Had their expressive +black eyes and coquettish <i lang="fr">cornettes</i> of red-striped<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_209"></a>[209]</span> +cotton anything to do with it? In my subsequent +visits to Brussels, instead of continuing to +frequent the Hôtel d’Angleterre, I found a brother +officer whose horses were billeted on the Hôtel +d’Aremberg, and who offered me stalls whenever +I came to town—an arrangement so convenient +that his Highness was patronised by me during +the remainder of my sojourn at Strytem. I am +not sure that I ever saw my princely host, but +believe that a tall, thin, elderly man, with a +powdered head, a most amiable countenance, and +most gentlemanly bearing, who one day crossed +the stable-yard whilst I was there, must have been +the Prince. We looked at, but did not condescend +to bow to, each other. His being on the +wrong side of politics was the cause of his +domain being thus invaded by strangers, and the +billetmaster was careful to keep him full.</p> + +<p>One of our lounges at Brussels now was the +exhibition of paintings just opened—a pleasant +thing enough, as all the world assembled, and +there was a daily squeeze in the rooms. As for +the articles we were supposed to come to look at, +they were below mediocrity—mere daubs, mostly +portraits, and many of British officers.</p> + +<p>The 19th of May 1815 was with us a memorable +day; our friend Sir Augustus Frazer gave a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_210"></a>[210]</span> +grand, and a very good, dinner to all the horse-artillery +officers, English and German, on the +occasion of his being appointed lieutenant-colonel +of that arm. The dinner was at the Hôtel de la +Paix, Place Royale; excellent claret, sauterne, +and champagne flowed in abundance, and the +utmost hilarity prevailed. Many of us then +met for the first time, many after a separation of +years, and many for the last time. My friend +Bolton sat next to me. I had not seen him since +we were cadets together, but a few weeks afterwards +he was gathered to his fathers on the field +of Waterloo. Frazer had promised me a bed at +his friend’s (Lieutenant-Colonel Maxwell, 21st) +lodgings; accordingly, slipping away from the +party, I found my way thither somehow or other, +and his servant showing me my room I was soon +fast asleep. From this I was aroused some time +after by persons coming into the room, and, to +my infinite horror, found that I had occupied the +bed intended for Bob Cairns. A long dialogue +of regrets, &c. &c., ensued, but I continued obstinately +to sleep, as indignant at having been +deceived as they were at my usurpation; so in +the morning I arose early, and left the house and +explanation to Sir Augustus. A few days afterwards +poor Bob also was gathered to his fathers.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_211"></a>[211]</span> +With an aching head I repaired to the beautiful +promenade on the ramparts, and made the circuit +of the city, lingering about in the fresh +morning air until I thought people would be +stirring, and then adjourned to my friend Bell’s, +where, being renovated by an excellent breakfast, +I mounted my horse and returned to Strytem—to +see Brussels no more.</p> + +<p>For some time past it had been generally understood +that our army would advance into the +French territory on or about the 20th June, in +anticipation of which event I sometimes amused +myself speculating on the probable events of the +campaign. I drew out a written plan, in which +we were to fight three battles and arrive in sixteen +days at Paris, finishing by a grand <i lang="fr">embrâsement</i>. +This, as will be seen, was in some measure +prophetic, since three battles were fought +(Quatre Bras, Waterloo, and St Denis by the +Prussians), and we did arrive in sixteen days, +and the catastrophe was with difficulty prevented +by the Duke.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_212"></a>[212]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<p class="noindent"><i>May 29th.</i>—Grand cavalry review near Grammont, +in the fine meadows on the banks of the +Dender, for the use of which, it is said, as much +as £400 or £500 were paid.</p> + +<p>The day was lovely, and we marched from +Strytem in the cool of the morning. The roads, +although pretty good, were in places so cut up +by the passage of other troops before us, that it +became necessary at times to halt until our +men filled up the holes with brushwood and +earth. About noon we arrived on the ground, +than which nothing could be more favourable +for the purpose.</p> + +<p>The Dender, flowing through a broad tract of +rich meadow-land perfectly flat, makes a bend +from Grammont to the village of Jedeghem, the +ground on its left bank rising in a gentle slope, +whilst on the right the meadows extend back<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_213"></a>[213]</span> +for about half a mile, and then terminate at the +foot of an abrupt wooded height, which forms, as +it were, a chord of the arc described by the river. +This was the arena chosen for the review, and a +more favourable one could scarcely have been +chosen. We were formed in three lines. The +first, near the banks of the river, was composed +of hussars in squadrons, with wide intervals +between them, and a battery of horse-artillery +(6-pounders) on either flank. Opposite the centre +of this line was a bridge (temporary, I believe) by +which the cortège was to arrive on the ground, +descending from the village of Schendelbeke. +The second line—compact, or with only the usual +squadron intervals—was composed entirely of +heavy dragoons, having two batteries—the one of +24-pounder howitzers, the other of 9-pounders—in +front of the centre, and a battery of 9-pounders +on either flank. The third was a compact line +like the second, but entirely of light dragoons, +supported also on either flank by a battery of +9-pounders.</p> + +<p>It was a splendid spectacle. The scattered +line of hussars in their fanciful yet <ins class="corr" id="tn-213" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'picturesqe'"> +picturesque</ins> costume; the more sober, but far more imposing, +line of heavy dragoons, like a wall of red brick; +and again the serviceable and active appearance<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_214"></a>[214]</span> +of the third line in their blue uniforms, with +broad lappels of white, buff, red, yellow, and +orange—the whole backed by the dark wood of +the declivity already mentioned—formed, indeed, +a fine picture. There were, I understood, about +6000 men on the field; and as I looked and admired +their fine appearance, complete equipment, +and excellent horses, I wondered how any troops +could withstand their attacks, and wished Napoleon +and his chiefs could but see them as they stood. +My wish was in part gratified, for we afterwards +learned beyond all question that numbers of +French officers had not only been present, but +actually were so in full uniform (many of them of +high rank), and had mingled in the cortège of +the Duke, and so rode through the ranks—the +safest plan they could have pursued, it being impossible +to say whether they did or did not belong +to the corps of the Duc de Berri, who, as I said, still +wore the imperial uniforms in which they had +come over to the royal party; and this was still +more favoured by a ridiculous scene which occasioned +the absence of the French party from the +review. It was as follows: Arriving on the +ground covered with dust, the different corps had +no sooner formed in their position, and dismounted, +than off went belts, canteens, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_215"></a>[215]</span> +havresacks, and a general brushing and scrubbing +commenced; for the Duke, making no allowance +for dusty or muddy roads, expected to see all as +clean as if just turned out: accordingly, we had +not only brought brushes, &c., but even straw to +wisp over the horses. The whole line was in the +midst of this business, many of the men even +with jackets off, when suddenly a forest of plumes +and a galaxy of brilliant uniforms came galloping +down the slope from Schendelbeke towards the +temporary bridge. “The Duke!” “the Duke!” +“the Duke’s coming!” ran along the lines, and +for a moment caused considerable bustle amongst +the people; but almost immediately this was discovered +to be a mistake, and the brushing and +cleaning recommenced with more devotion than +ever; whilst the cavalcade, after slowly descending +to the bridge and debouching on the meadows, +started at full gallop toward the saluting point +already marked out, the Duc de Berri, whom we +now recognised, keeping several yards ahead, no +doubt that he might clearly be seen. At this +point he reined up and looked haughtily and impatiently +about him; and as we were now pretty +intimate with his manner, it was easy to see, even +from our distant position, that he was in a passion. +The brushing, however, suffered no interruption,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_216"></a>[216]</span> +and no notice was taken of his presence. One of +his suite was now called up and despatched to +the front. What further took place I know not, +but, certes! the messenger no sooner returned than +his Highness was off like a comet, his tail streaming +after him all the way up the slope, unable to +keep pace with him, for he rode like a madman, +whilst a general titter pervaded our lines as the +report flew from one to the other that Mounseer +was off in a huff because we did not give him a +general salute. Many were the coarse jokes at his +expense; and I was amused at one of my drivers, +who, holding up the collar from his horses chest +with one hand, whilst with the other he brushed +away under it, exclaimed, laughing aloud, “I +wouldn’t be one of them ’ere French fellows at +drill upon the common to-morrow for a penny; +if they’re not properly bullyragged, I’m d——.” +It turned out afterwards that he had sent his +aide-de-camp to claim the reception due to a +prince of the blood-royal, but Lord Uxbridge +excused himself by saying he had no instructions +on that head, &c. &c. About two +o’clock the Duke of Wellington and Prince +Blucher, followed by an immense cortège, in +which were to be seen many of the most distinguished +officers and almost every uniform in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_217"></a>[217]</span> +Europe, arrived on the ground. Need I say that +the foreigners were loud in praise of the martial +air, fine persons, and complete equipment of the +men and horses, and of the strength and beauty +of the latter? and my vanity on that occasion +was most fully gratified, for on arriving where we +stood, the Duke not only called old Blucher’s +attention to “the <ins class="corr" id="tn-217" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'beautful'"> +beautiful</ins> battery,” but, instead +of proceeding straight through the ranks, as they +had done everywhere else, each subdivision—nay, +each individual horse—was closely scrutinised, +Blucher repeating continually that he had never +seen anything so superb in his life, and concluding +by exclaiming, “<em>Mein Gott, dere is not +von orse in dies batterie wich is not goot for +Veldt Marshal</em>:” and Wellington agreed with +him. It certainly was a splendid collection of +horses. However, except asking Sir George +Wood whose troop it was, his Grace never even +bestowed a regard on me as I followed from +subdivision to subdivision. The review over, +and corps dismissed, I resigned my command +to my second captain, and proceeded direct to +Ninove, Lord Uxbridge having invited all commanding +officers to meet his illustrious guests +at dinner. On repairing to the monastery, I +found a numerous company assembled, comprising<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_218"></a>[218]</span> +some of the most distinguished characters in +Europe.</p> + +<p>The room in which we assembled, as well as +the dining-room, was of splendid dimensions, +but totally void of ornament: plain white stuccoed +walls, and no furniture in the one but a few +travelling articles of our noble hosts; and in the +other the dinner-table, chairs, and benches of the +most ordinary kind, evidently brought in for the +occasion. Long corridors running the whole +length of the two wings (standing at right angles +to each other), with numerous rooms of similar +dimensions opening from them, seemed to be the +plan of the building. I suppose the dining-room +must have been nearly 100 feet long, nearly +square, and about 18 or 20 feet high. In this the +tables were laid horse-shoe fashion. In the centre +of the cross-table sat Lord Uxbridge; on either +hand Blucher and Wellington; then the Duke of +Brunswick; the hereditary Prince of Orange; +his brother Prince Frederick; Gneiseneau; Ziethen; +Kleist; Dornberg; a Danish general +whose name I forget; Sir Frederick Arentschild, +K.G.L. (the Duke of Wellington’s favourite old +hussar); Sir Sidney Smyth; Lords Hill, Pack, +Picton, Elly; and a host of illustrious names, +foreign and British, but not one Frenchman that<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_219"></a>[219]</span> +I recollect. (Perhaps the affair of the morning +might have caused the absence of the Duc de +Berri, &c.) What names!—names familiar to +every ear in the history of those exciting times—names +we pronounce with respect regarding those +who bear them as being removed above everyday +life. But to have sat at table with them, to have +heard them called out in the familiarity of everyday +conversation—how strange! One can hardly +imagine himself thoroughly awake on such occasions. +But to return.</p> + +<p>It was my good fortune to sit between Colonel +Sir F. Arentschild and another no less celebrated +officer of the German Legion, Lieutenant Strenuwitz, +a Pole by birth, who had signalised himself +on more than one occasion in the Peninsula by +attacking and capturing outposts. We broke up +at an early hour (too early, I think, for old +Blucher, who seemed to enjoy himself much), and +retired to another room, where coffee was served, +and after some little conversation we dispersed. +In leaving the dining-room the Duke of Wellington +stopped for a few minutes to converse with +old Arentschild, and, pinned in a corner by them, +I had time to contemplate, well and closely, our +great leader. At that time he certainly had not +a grey hair in his head.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_220"></a>[220]</span></p> + +<p>It was getting dusk when I mounted my horse +to return home, and the people were beginning to +discharge squibs and crackers on the street of +Ninove; the houses were decorated with garlands +of laurel and green boughs, so that everything +wore an air of festivity.</p> + +<p><i>May 30th.</i>—How delightful the tranquillity of +Strytem appears after the stir and bustle of yesterday! +The fields look more gay, the woods and +pleasure-grounds more lovely than ever. Yesterday +morning was passed amidst the din of arms +and pomp of war—amidst crowds of crested warriors +and the clang of martial music—the evening +in festivity, amidst magnates of the earth.</p> + +<p>How differently has this lovely day glided by! +The morning I passed in a quiet peaceable ride +amidst the charming scenery of the neighbourhood—wandering +through corn-fields, orchards, +and hop-grounds, and exploring the shady recesses +of the Bois de Liederkerke; the evening in +voluptuous indolence, sauntering up and down +under the magnificent beeches of the great avenue, +indulging in fairy dreams, and listening to the +rural sound that, from time to time, broke on the +stillness of the hour, whilst the smoke of my +cigar hung in wreaths around me as I occasionally +stopped to contemplate the scene. No living<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_221"></a>[221]</span> +soul interrupted the solitude, except once the +gardener’s son, in his blue smock-frock, wooden +shoes, and dirty night-cap, with a long rusty old +gun under his arm and a short pipe in his mouth, +crossed the avenue, marched up the central path of +the garden, and disappeared amongst the thickets +of the <i lang="fr">pleasaunce</i> beyond. He went, I knew (for +he always said so), to the Chasse aux Lièvres for +the supply of our table; but as that was badly +supplied, we might have fancied our gamekeeper +a bad shot, had not our worthy doctor one evening +(for what purpose he could best say) also +taken a ramble in the said <i lang="fr">pleasaunce</i>, where, to +his infinite surprise, he stumbled upon our chasseur +making love to his sister’s <i lang="fr">adjointe</i> (a great +Flanderkin of a Maritornes), which instantly explained +the deficiency of supply. There he went +then, as I said, for either purpose—his short pipe +leaving a long gossamer-like film of smoke behind +him. And this digression brings me to the close +of this delightful day.</p> + +<p>The genial month of May thus terminated +amidst the delightful enjoyments of a country life, +and June commenced under happy auspices, little +dreaming of the far different scenes we were destined +to witness ere yet another month had passed.</p> + +<p>The only event that marked this period of our<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_222"></a>[222]</span> +tranquil, even-flowing existence was the removal +of our 1st division from the chateau farm, in +compliance with the urgent request of the farmer +(Walsdragen), to the pretty village of Yseringen, +about a mile off, on the hill above us. I regretted +this separation of the troop, but could not withstand +the poor man’s solicitations, who expected +every hour his wife’s <i lang="fr">accouchement</i>. As for the +division, it benefited by the change. The officer +(Leathes) got most excellent quarters in a comfortable +well-furnished chateau, whilst his men +and horses were equally well lodged in the adjoining +farm. Poor Walsdragen, however, could not +enjoy this relief, for, a few days after, the impending +event took place, and he lost his wife. I shall +not forget in a hurry this melancholy circumstance, +for I charged myself with unkindness +towards him in his affliction by having so long +withstood his solicitations to be relieved of our +people. I was walking in the avenue, as usual, +after dinner, enjoying my weed; the evening +was calm and serene, the sun just setting; no +sound disturbed the stillness save the hum of insects +or the croaking of the frogs. Suddenly one +of the most terrific shrieks I ever heard burst +forth, until the woods rang again. At first, startled +as I was, there was no saying whence the sound<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_223"></a>[223]</span> +came, and taking my cigar from my mouth, I had +scarcely assumed a listening attitude when, again +and again, it was repeated in a manner so appalling +as to make my very flesh creep. It evidently +proceeded from the farm; but what could +occasion such horrid cries? This time they were +succeeded by loud lamentations of many voices, +male and female. I hurried towards the farm, +hardly knowing what to conjecture. The first +idea that flashed on me was an irruption of some +French party, who were plundering, murdering, +&c. &c., and this, in the first instance, seemed in +some measure borne out when several men, without +hats, came rushing out of the farmyard with +lamentable cries, and passing by me without +notice, proceeded to the bridge of the chateau, +and there, throwing themselves on their knees +before an image of the Virgin and child standing +in a niche outside the chapel already mentioned, +commenced a most dolorous mixture of lamentation +and half-chanted supplication—part of a +litany, I presume. I stood somewhat puzzled. +After a few minutes of this devotional exercise, +one of them ran away and brought a spade, with +which he cut a large sod, and the whole party +hurried back to the house, carrying it with them. +At this moment St Cyr (one of our farmers, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_224"></a>[224]</span> +the best amongst them) came up, and, making +Mynheer Walsdragen’s compliments, reported from +him, and at his desire, the death of his wife, which +had just taken place—a strange piece of etiquette +at such a moment. The sod, I learned, was to +put under her head, an ancient practice invariably +observed.</p> + +<p>My first idea of an irruption of the enemy did +not seem just now quite so improbable, for we +almost daily heard a good deal of firing in the +direction of Mons, and the peasantry were continually +bringing accounts of movements of the +French army, none of which ever proved true; +and the firing, we afterwards learned, proceeded +from the practice of the Dutch or Belgic artillery +at Mons.</p> + +<p>Our host, the Baron van Lombeke, paid us a +visit about the beginning of this month for the +first time. The ostensible motive for this visit +was an inspection of the roads, which he said +were immediately to be put in a complete state +of repair. He stayed three or four days with us, +during which his excursions never extended further +than the major’s or the curé’s, so that he +saw but little of the roads—which, together with +the circumstance of his having arrived only a +few days before from Paris, induced a suspicion<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_225"></a>[225]</span> +that his real business was of a very different +nature—possibly to ascertain the strength and +positions of our cavalry corps, or something of +the sort.</p> + +<p>It seemed odd enough receiving a man as a +guest in his own house; our servants prepared a +room for him, and he was waited upon by the +old gardener. Of course he dined, or rather +supped, with us; for I believe he usually partook +of the curé’s dinner at one o’clock. Although +what we should call rather vulgar-looking, +yet we found M. le Baron exceedingly well-informed, +perfectly the gentleman in manners, +and upon the whole an agreeable acquisition to +our little party. His gardens, and everything +about the place, he begged us to consider as our +own. We had done so already; however, we took +the thing as it was meant—a mere compliment; +but we felt that there was more sincerity in the +contrast he drew between ourselves and the +Prussians, and the repeated assertions of his satisfaction +in having his chateau occupied by us +instead of by them.</p> + +<p>Finding me in want of books, he kindly promised +to send me some from Brussels; and I was +agreeably surprised at his punctuality, when, a +day or two after his departure, the old gardener<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_226"></a>[226]</span> +brought me the five volumes of ‘The Hermit of +the Chaussée d’Antin’—a work new to me, and to +which I was indebted for several most agreeable +evenings.</p> + +<p>The day marked for our advance into France +now approached; and although no confirmation +of the rumour reached us, yet we began to prepare +for it as confidently as if already given out +in general orders. Meantime, as will be seen, our +friends beyond the border were scrutinising our +intentions pretty closely.</p> + +<p>It was on the evening of the 15th June, and +about sunset or a little later, that an officer of +hussars rode into the village of Yseringen, Leathes +being at the time at dinner with me at our +chateau. He was dressed as our hussars usually +were when riding about the country—blue frock, +scarlet waistcoat laced with gold, pantaloons, and +forage-cap of the 7th Hussars. He was mounted +on a smart pony, with plain saddle and bridle; +was without sword or sash, and carried a small +whip;—in short, his costume and <i lang="fr">monture</i> were +correct in every particular. Moreover, he aped +to the very life that “devil-may-care” <i lang="fr">nonchalant</i> +air so frequently characterising our young +men of fashion. Seeing some of our gunners +standing at the door of a house, he desired them<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_227"></a>[227]</span> +to go for their officer, as he wished to see him. +They called the sergeant, who told him that the +officer was not in the village. In an authoritative +tone he then demanded how many men and +horses were quartered there, whose troop they +belonged to, where the remainder of the troop +was quartered, and of what it consisted? When +all these questions were answered, he told the +sergeant that he had been sent by Lord Uxbridge +to order accommodation to be provided for two +hundred horses, and that ours must consequently +be put up as close as possible. The sergeant +replied that there was not room in the village +for a single additional horse. “Oh, we’ll soon +see that,” said he; pointing to one of the men +who stood by, “Do you go and tell the <i lang="fr">maire</i> to +come instantly to me.” The <i lang="fr">maire</i> came, and +confirmed the sergeant’s statement, upon which +our friend, flying into a passion, commenced in +excellent French to abuse the poor functionary +like a pickpocket, threatening to send a whole +regiment into the village; and then, after a +little further conversation with the sergeant, he +mounted his pony and rode off just as Leathes +returned to the village. Upon reporting the circumstance +to the officer, the sergeant stated that +he thought this man had appeared anxious to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_228"></a>[228]</span> +avoid him, having ridden off rather in a hurry +when he appeared, which, together with a slight +foreign accent, then for the first time excited a +suspicion of his being a spy, which had not +occurred to the sergeant before, as he knew there +were several foreign officers in our hussars, and +that the 10th was actually then commanded by +one—Colonel Quentin. The suspicion was afterwards +confirmed, for upon inquiry I found that +no officer had been sent by Lord Uxbridge on +any such mission. Our friend deserved to escape, +for he was a bold and clever fellow. A brother +emissary, however, who visited Lombeke Notre +Dame the same evening, was not quite so prudent +nor so fortunate, for he was caught by the +sentinel in the act of examining the guns of +Sinclair’s Brigade by aid of a dark-lantern and +made prisoner; but in the hubbub of marching +the next morning made his escape, and was +heard of no more. We afterwards learned that a +number of officers had been sent the same evening +into our cantonments to ascertain whether we +remained quiet, &c. &c.</p> + +<p>Spite of my eagerness for more active service, +it was not without regret that I saw the time +approach when I expected to leave for ever +the tranquil abode of Strytem; and some such<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_229"></a>[229]</span> +thoughts occupied me this very evening (<i>15th</i>), +as I sauntered about the great avenue after +Leathes had left me. Most of the other officers +had gone to the ball at Brussels, and I +remained quite alone. The balmy softness of the +air, the beauty and repose of the scenery, were, I +thought, more exquisite than ever; and I continued +in the avenue until the increasing obscurity +of the evening drove me in to enjoy an hour +or two with ‘The Hermit of the Chaussée D’Antin’; +ere I retired for the night.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_230"></a>[230]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<p class="noindent"><i>June 16th.</i>—It would appear that our Quartermaster-General +of the cavalry took a peculiar +pleasure in disturbing people at very unseasonable +hours. He served me so at Dendermonde, and +now he has done precisely the same at Strytem. +As on that occasion, I was sound asleep when my +servant, bustling into the room, awoke me <i lang="fr">en +sursaut</i>. He brought a note which an orderly +hussar had left, and ridden off immediately. The +note had nothing official in its appearance, and +might have been an invitation to dinner; but the +unceremonious manner in which the hussar had +gone off without his receipt looked curious. My +despatch was totally deficient in date, so that +time and place were left to conjecture; its contents +pithy—they were as follows, viz.:—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_231"></a>[231]</span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>“Captain Mercer’s troop will proceed with the +utmost diligence to Enghien, where he will meet +Major M‘Donald, who will point out the ground +on which it is to bivouac to-night.</p> + +<p class="right"> +<span class="padr2">“Signed, * * *</span><br> +D.A.Q.M.-Gen.”</p> +</div> + +<p>That we were to move forward, then, was certain. +It was rather sudden, to be sure, and all the +whys and wherefores were left to conjecture; but +the suddenness of it, and the importance of arriving +quickly at the appointed place, rather alarmed +me, for upon reflection I remembered that I had +been guilty of two or three imprudences. First, +all my officers were absent; secondly, all my +country waggons were absent; thirdly, a whole +division (one-third of my troop) was absent at +Yseringen. “<em>Send the sergeant-major here</em>,” +was the first order, as I drew on my stockings. +“<em>Send for Mr Coates</em>” (my commissariat officer), +the second, as I got one leg into my overalls. +“<em>William, make haste and get breakfast</em>,” the +third, as I buttoned them up. The sergeant-major +soon came, and received his orders to turn +out instanter, with the three days’ provisions and +forage<a id="FNanchor_11" href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> in the havresacks and on the horses;<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_232"></a>[232]</span> +also to send an express for the first division. He +withdrew, and immediately the fine martial clang +of “boot-and-saddle” resounded through the +village and courts of the chateau, making the +woods ring again, and even the frogs stop to +listen.</p> + +<p>The commissary soon made his appearance. +“What! are we off, sir?” “Yes, without delay; +and you must collect your waggons as quickly as +possible.” “I fear, Captain Mercer, that will take +some time, for St Cyr’s are gone to Ninove.” +My folly here stared me full in the face. Mr +Coates said he would do his utmost to collect +them; and as he was a most active, intelligent, +and indefatigable fellow, I communicated to him +my orders and determination not to wait, desiring +him to follow us as soon as he possibly could. +My first-enumerated care was speedily removed, +for I learned that the officers had just arrived +and were preparing for the march, having known +of it at Brussels ere we did. The two divisions +in Strytem were ready to turn out in a few +minutes after the “boot-and-saddle” had resounded, +but, as I feared, the first kept us waiting +until near seven o’clock before it made its appearance. +This delay allowed us time to make a +hearty breakfast; and, in the uncertainty of when<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_233"></a>[233]</span> +we should get another meal, we each stowed +away a double portion of Walsdragen’s fine eggs. +At length the first division arrived, and the +animating and soul-stirring notes of the “turn-out” +again awoke the echoes of the hills and +woods. Up jumped my old dog Bal, and away +to parade and increase the bustle by jumping at +the horses’ noses and barking, as parade formed. +Away went the officers to inspect their divisions, +and Milward is leading my impatient charger +Cossac up and down the court. I linger to take +a last look of my antique apartment, and bid +farewell to my mute companions the Van +Voldens.</p> + +<p>The gardener, his son, and Mdlle. Mon-père-dit, +with her pale face rendered still paler by the +agitation of the morning, stand drawn up in the +court, precisely in the same order and on the +same ground as on the day of our arrival. With +a profusion of blessings, &c., they thank me for +the great care we have taken of the chateau, and +for the very liberal gratuity which our paymaster, +the doctor (Hitchins), had bestowed upon +them. They wish me all manner of success, but +fear we shall have bloody work. The old man +mutters something about Buonaparte <i lang="fr">capôte</i>, which +I do not understand, but take for granted is<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_234"></a>[234]</span> +something friendly, so return thanks, mount my +horse, and, once more, adieu Strytem.</p> + +<p>We had cleared the village and marched some +miles well enough, being within the range of my +daily rides; but, this limit passed, I was immediately +sensible of another error—that of having +started without a guide, for the roads became +so numerous, intricate, and bad, often resembling +only woodmen’s tracks, that I was sorely puzzled, +spite of the map I carried in my <i lang="fr">sabretache</i>, to +pick out my way. But a graver error still I had +now to reproach myself with, and one that might +have been attended with fatal consequences. +Eager to get on, and delayed by the badness of +the roads, I left all my ammunition-waggons +behind, under charge of old Hall, my quartermaster-sergeant, +to follow us, and then pushed on +with the guns alone, thus foolishly enough dividing +my troops into three columns—viz., the guns, +ammunition-waggons, and the column of provision +waggons under the commissary. For this piece +of folly I paid dearly in the anxiety I suffered +throughout this eventful day, which at times was +excessive.</p> + +<p>Rid of all encumbrances, we trotted merrily on +whenever the road permitted, and, arriving at +Castre (an old Roman legionary station), found<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_235"></a>[235]</span> +there the 23d Light Dragoons just turning out, +having also received orders to march upon +Enghien. A Captain Dance, with whom I rode +a short distance, told me he had been at the ball +at Brussels last night, and that, when he left the +room, the report was that Blucher had been attacked +in the morning, but that he had repulsed the +enemy with great slaughter, was following up +the blow, and that our advance was to support +him. The road for the last few miles had been +upon a more elevated country, not so wooded—a +sort of plateau, consequently hard and dry; but +immediately on passing Castre, we came to a piece +which appeared almost impassable for about a +hundred yards—a perfect black bog, across which +a corduroy road had been made, but not kept in +repair, consequently the logs, having decayed, left +immense gaps. The 23d floundered through this +with difficulty, and left us behind. How we got +through with our 9-pounders, the horses slipping +up to the shoulders between the logs every minute, +I know not; but through we did get, and without +accident, but it took time to do so. About noon, +after threading our way through more mud and +many watery lanes, doubtful if we were in the +right direction, we came out upon a more open and +dry country close to a park, which, upon inquiry,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_236"></a>[236]</span> +proved to be that of Enghien. To the same point +various columns of cavalry were converging, and +under the park wall we found Sir Ormsby Vandeleur’s +brigade of light dragoons, dismounted +and feeding their horses. Here we also dismounted +to await the arrival of Major M‘Donald; +and as I looked upon the day’s march as finished, +deferred feeding until our bivouac should be +established—another folly, for an officer in campaign +should never lose an opportunity of feeding, +watering, or resting his horses, &c. Attracted by +the novelty of the scene and the fineness of the +day, we had numerous gay visitors here—ladies +and gentlemen—who had stationed themselves +within the park, enhancing by their presence the +gaiety of the scene, for we had halted immediately +under the park wall, and at the point where +the road to Braine le Comte by Steenkerke +branched off from the one we were on. All the +corps as they arrived, I observed, took this road, and +continued onwards, which made me somewhat impatient +lest I should have halted short of my destination. +Having waited a good half-hour, and +no Major M‘Donald appearing, I began to look +about for some one who could give me information, +but no staff-officer was to be seen, and no +one else knew anything about the matter. Corps<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_237"></a>[237]</span> +after corps arrived and passed on, generally without +even halting, yet all professing ignorance of +their destination. Pleasant situation this! Sir +Ormsby’s dragoons were by this time bridling up +their horses and rolling up their nosebags, evidently +with the intention of moving off. Seeing +this, I sought out the general, whom I found +seated against the bank, that, instead of a hedge, +bordered the road. Whether naturally a savage, +or that he feared committing himself, I know not, +but Sir Ormsby cut my queries short with an +asperity totally uncalled for. “I know nothing +about you, sir! I know nothing at all about +you!” “But you will perhaps have the goodness +to tell me where you are going yourself?” +“I know nothing at all about it, sir! I told you +already I know nothing at all about <em>you</em>!” and +starting abruptly from his seat, my friend +mounted his horse, and (I suppose by instinct) +took the road towards Steenkerke, followed by +his brigade, leaving me and mine alone in the +road, more disagreeably situated than ever. I +now began to reflect very seriously on the “<em>to +stay</em>” or “<em>not to stay</em>.” In the former case I bade +fair to have the ground all to myself, for although +everybody I spoke to denied having any orders, +yet all kept moving in one and the same direction.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_238"></a>[238]</span> +In the latter case, my orders in writing certainly +were to stay; but circumstances might have +occurred since to change this, and the new order +might not have reached me. Moreover, it was +better to get into a scrape for fighting than keeping +out of the way, so I made up my mind to move +forward too. Accordingly I had already mounted +my people when Sir H. Vivian’s brigade of hussars, +followed by Major Bull’s troop of our horse-artillery, +passed. Bull I found was, like myself, +without orders, but he thought it best to stick +close to the cavalry, and advised me to do the +same, which I did, following him and them on +the road to Steenkerke. The country about this +place appeared more bare and forbidding than +any I had yet seen in the Pays Bas. Just as we +moved off, the column of Household troops made +its appearance, advancing from Ninove, and taking +the same direction.</p> + +<p>It was now that the recollection of my absent +waggons began to torment me, and I actually +feared never to see them again. However, there +was no help for it now, and I continued onward.</p> + +<p>A few miles farther we crossed the Senne by +an old stone bridge, and about four in the afternoon +arrived at Braine le Comte, almost ravenous +with hunger, and roasted alive by the burning<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_239"></a>[239]</span> +sun under which we had been marching all day. +The country had improved and become more +wooded, so that the town looked pretty, surrounded +as it is by gardens and trees. We were +not allowed (why, I know not) to see more; for +on arriving at one end of it we turned into a road +on the left, and so, making a circuit round the +back of the gardens, came out at the other end +on a piece of bare ground, where we found several +regiments drawn up in close columns, dismounted +and feeding. It was somewhere between +Enghien and Braine le Comte that we met +an aide-de-camp (I believe one of the Duke’s) +posting away as fast as his poor tired beast could +get along, and dressed in his embroidered suit, +white pantaloons, &c. &c., having evidently mounted +as he left the ball-room. This, I remember, +struck us at the time as rather odd, but we had +no idea of the real state of our affairs.</p> + +<p>We had formed up, and were feeding also, but +the nosebags were scarcely put on the poor horses’ +heads than the cavalry corps, mounting again, +moved off, one after the other, and we were constrained +to follow ere the animals had half finished. +Here, as before, I could obtain no intelligence respecting +our march, the direction and meaning +of which all I spoke to professed a profound ignorance.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_240"></a>[240]</span> +Whilst halting, Hitchins, slipping into the +town, brought us out a couple of bottles of wine, +the which we passed round from one to the other +without any scruple about sucking it all out of +one muzzle. This renewal of our march was a +sad disappointment, for on finding the cavalry +assembled here, we made sure they were only +waiting until the different bivouacs could be arranged, +when we should settle ourselves for the +night.</p> + +<p>In marching round the town, many of the +houses had a sort of gallery behind them, which +were filled with spectators, particularly many +priests. The gardens were very pretty, and I +could not but contrast the comparative luxury of +these people, snug and comfortable, and sure of +their bed when night came on, with our own +vagabond situation.</p> + +<p>The country beyond Braine le Comte was pretty, +the usual rich and wooded champaign extending +to the foot of an abrupt ridge of hills, covered +with forest to the summit, and toward which our +road lay.</p> + +<p>A little hamlet (Long Tour, I think) lay at +the foot of the hills, the straggling street of which +we found so crowded with baggage-waggons of +some Hanoverian or other foreign corps, that for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_241"></a>[241]</span> +a long while we were unable to pass. The cavalry, +therefore, left us behind, for they broke into +the adjoining fields until they had cleared the +impediment. Although annoyed at being thus +hindered, I could not but admire the lightness, +and even elegance, of the little waggons, with their +neat white tilts, and as neat and pretty <i lang="nl">jungfrauen</i> +who were snugly seated under them. We found +the ascent of the hills more difficult than we expected, +the road, which went up in a zigzag (indeed, +it could not have been otherwise), little +better than a woodman’s track, much cut up, and +exceedingly steep—so much so, that we found it +necessary to double-horse all our carriages, by +taking only half up at once. This delayed us +considerably; but, impatient as I was to get on, +I was pleased at not being hurried through this +charming forest-scenery. The hills, as I said, +rose abruptly, and with a very steep acclivity, +their sides being covered with noble forest-trees, +amongst the boles of which the eye ranged without +impediment—there being little or no underwood—occasionally +catching glimpses through +the foliage of the rich and varied plain which we +had left, and of the grey buildings of Braine le +Comte embosomed in verdure. Groups of dragoons +and hussars, mingling with our guns, &c.,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_242"></a>[242]</span> +all scrambling up the steep ascent, seen amongst +the gigantic trunks of the trees and by the softened +light of the forest, presented delicious pictures. +Nor were these less interesting from the +accompanying sounds—the dull tramp of the +horses, the rattling of sabres, and the voices of +command, all magnified by the echo of the forest, +which was such that one might have fancied himself +speaking under a vault.</p> + +<p>At length the whole of our carriages were on +the summit, but we were now quite alone, all +the cavalry having gone on; and thus we continued +our march on an elevated plateau, still +covered with forest,<a id="FNanchor_12" href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> thicker and more gloomy +than ever—here and there passing a farm and +small clearing of a few fields, and then again +plunging into the cool dark woods. At one of +these farms I got a draught of new milk—very +grateful after such a hot march and long fast. At +length we had crossed the forest, and found ourselves +on the verge of a declivity which stretched +away less abruptly than the one we had ascended, +consequently presenting a more extensive slope, +down which our road continued. A most extensive +view lay before us; and now for the first +time, as emerging from the woods, we became<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_243"></a>[243]</span> +sensible of a dull, sullen sound that filled the air, +somewhat resembling that of a distant water-mill, +or still more distant thunder. On clearing the +wood, it became more distinct, and its character +was no longer questionable—heavy firing of cannon +and musketry, which could now be distinguished +from each other plainly. We could also +hear the musketry in volleys and independent +firing. The extensive view below us was bounded +towards the horizon by a dark line of wood, above +which, in the direction of the cannonade, volumes +of grey smoke arose, leaving no doubt of what +was going on. The object of our march was +now evident, and we commenced descending +the long slope with an animation we had not +felt before.</p> + +<p>It was here that Major M‘Donald overtook us, +and without adverting to the bivouac at Enghien, +of which probably he had never heard, gave me +orders to attach myself to the Household brigade, +under Lord Edward Somerset, but no instructions +where or when. I took care not to tell him they +were in the rear, lest he might order us to halt +for them, which would have been a sore punishment +to people excited as we now were by the +increasing roar of the battle evidently going on, +and hoped that by marching faster they might<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_244"></a>[244]</span> +soon overtake us. Just at this moment a cabriolet, +driving at a smart pace, passed us. In it was +seated an officer of the Guards, coat open and +snuffbox in hand. I could not but admire the +perfect <i lang="fr">nonchalance</i> with which my man was thus +hurrying forward to join in a bloody combat—much, +perhaps, in the same manner, though certainly +not in the same costume, as he might drive +to Epsom or Ascot Heath. The descent terminated +in a picturesque hollow, with a broad pool, +dark and calm, and beyond it an old mill, perfectly +in keeping with the scene. The opportunity +of watering our poor brutes was too good +to be missed, and I accordingly ordered a halt for +that purpose. Whilst so employed, an aide-de-camp, +descending from a singular knoll above us, +on which I had noticed a group of officers looking +out with their glasses in the direction of the battle, +came to summons me to Sir Hussey Vivian, +who was one of them.</p> + +<p>On ascending the knoll, Sir Hussey called to +me in a hurried manner to make haste. “Who +do you belong to?” said he. I told him, as also +that the brigade was yet in the rear. “Well,” +he replied, “never mind; there is something +serious going on, to judge from that heavy firing, +and artillery must be wanted; therefore bring up<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_245"></a>[245]</span> +your guns as fast as you can, and join my hussars: +can you keep up?” “I hope so, sir.” “Well, +come along without delay; we must move smartly.” +In a few minutes our people, guns and all, were on +the hill. The hussars mounted, set off at a brisk +trot, and we followed. Alas! thought I, where are +my ammunition-waggons? Neither this anxiety, +however, nor the excitement of the moment, were +sufficient to shut my eyes to the beautiful picture +on that knoll. Conceive a point of ground standing +forth with precipitous slopes over the hollow +already mentioned, with its picturesque mill and +calm glassy pool; on this ground, happily grouped, +a band of warriors, in dresses not less picturesque, +beneath a huge cross of the rudest workmanship; +a few Salvator-like trees complete the foreground, +the distance presenting a rich and varied scene +of corn-fields (now yellow), and pastures of the +liveliest green, and sombre wood—the whole extending +away till in the distance all the features +are massed and mellowed into indistinctness and +purply vapour. Such was the scene. The hussars, +to lighten their horses, untied the nets containing +their hay, and the mouths of their corn-bags, +which falling from them as they trotted on, the +road was soon covered with hay and oats. We +did not follow their example, and, although dragging<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_246"></a>[246]</span> +with us 9-pounders, preserved our forage, +and also our place in the column.</p> + +<p>By-and-by a large town appeared in front of +us, and the increasing intensity of the cannonade, +and volumes of smoke about the trees, led us to +suppose the battle near at hand, and on the hill +just beyond the town. This town was Nivelle.</p> + +<p>Another beautiful scene, and one full of excitement, +now presented itself. We were descending +by a gentle slope toward Nivelle, which lay +spread out before us—its towers and masses of +building, especially what appeared to be the ruins +of an ancient castle, sweetly touched by the +golden light of the setting sun, whilst the greater +part lay in deep-toned purple obscurity. Fine +trees, with dark overhanging foliage, bordering the +road, formed a foreground and frame, as it were, +to this picture. Beyond the town the ground +rose, also in shadowy obscurity, crowned with +sombre woods, over which ascended the greyish +blue smoke of the battle, now apparently so near +that we fancied we could hear the shouts of the +combatants—a fancy strengthened by crowds of +people on the heights, whom we mistook for troops—inhabitants +of Nivelle, as we soon discovered, +seeking to get a sight of the fearful tragedy then +enacting. Before entering the town we halted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_247"></a>[247]</span> +for a moment, lighted our slow matches, put shot +into our leathern cartouches, loaded the guns with +powder, and stuck priming wires into the vents +to prevent the cartridges slipping forward, and, +thus prepared for immediate action, again moved +on.</p> + +<p>On entering the town what a scene presented +itself! How different from the repose of the +country we had been traversing all day! There +all was peace and tranquillity, undisturbed—absolutely +undisturbed, except by the hurried march +of successive columns along the highroad. There +the rustic pursued his wonted labours as in profound +peace, the mill went its rumbling round, +the birds carolled on the spray. True, the sounds +of battle came borne on the evening breeze—the +brattle of musketry and the boom of cannon +shook the air; but it was distant—very distant—and +might be heard, and the ascending smoke +seen, with that sort of thrilling sensation with +which we witness the progress of the storm when +we ourselves are secure from its effects. Here, +on the contrary, all was confusion, agitation, and +movement. The danger was impending; explosion +after explosion, startling from their vicinity, +and clattering peals of musketry, like those +lengthened thunder-claps which announce to us<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_248"></a>[248]</span> +so awfully the immediate neighbourhood of the +electric cloud. The whole population of Nivelle +was in the streets, doors and windows all wide +open, whilst the inmates of the houses, male and +female, stood huddled together in little groups +like frightened sheep, or were hurrying along with +the distracted air of people uncertain where they +are going, or what they are doing. The scene +was strangely interesting. In a sort of square +which we traversed, a few soldiers, with the air of +citizens (probably a municipal guard), were drawn +up in line, looking anxiously about them at the +numerous bleeding figures which we now began +to meet. Some were staggering along unaided, +the blood falling from them in large drops as they +went. One man we met was wounded in the +head; pale and ghastly, with affrighted looks and +uncertain step, he evidently knew little of where +he was, or what passed about him, though still +he staggered forward, the blood streaming down +his face on to the greatcoat which he wore rolled +over his left shoulder. An anxious crowd was +collecting round him as we passed on. Then +came others supported between two comrades, +their faces deadly pale, and knees yielding at +every step. At every step, in short, we met numbers, +more or less wounded, hurrying along in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_249"></a>[249]</span> +search of that assistance which many would never +live to receive, and others receive too late. Priests +were running to and fro, hastening to assist at +the last moments of a dying man; all were in +haste—all wore that abstracted air so inseparable +from those engaged in an absorbing pursuit. There +were women, too, mingling in this scene of agitation. +Ladies, fair delicate ladies, stood on the steps +at the doors of several handsome houses, their hands +folded before them, as if in the agony of suspense, +and with an air of deprecation, their eyes wandering +over the excited crowd, whilst ever and +anon they would move their lips as if in prayer. +I thought as we passed along they looked at us, +and prayed for our safety and success. I gave +them credit for it, at least, and the very idea had +the effect of inspiration. Strange that the sight—nay, +often the recollection—of all that is tender +and compassionate, of woman, should have the +effect of stimulating us to martial deeds. The +little knots of excited citizens assembled on our +route would cease their energetic declamations, +and turn to look at us as we passed along. Many +would run up, and, patting our horses’ necks, would +call down benedictions on us, and bid us hasten +to the fight ere it were yet too late, or utter +trembling and not loud shouts of “<span lang="fr">Vivent les<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_250"></a>[250]</span> +Anglais!</span>” A few there were who stood apart, +with gloomy discontented looks, eyeing their fellow-citizens +with evident contempt, and us with +scowls, not unmixed with derision, as they marked +our dusty and jaded appearance. Through all +this crowd we held our way, and soon began to +ascend the hill beyond the town, where we entered +a fine chaussée bordered by elms, expecting every +moment to enter on the field of action, the roar +of which appeared quite close to us. It was, however, +yet distant.</p> + +<p>The road was covered with soldiers, many of +them wounded, but also many apparently untouched. +The numbers thus leaving the field +appeared extraordinary. Many of the wounded +had six, eight, ten, and even more, attendants. +When questioned about the battle, and why they +left it, the answer was invariably, “<span lang="fr">Monsieur, +tout est perdu! les Anglais sont abimés, en déroute, +abimés, tous, tous, tous!</span>” and then, nothing +abashed, these fellows would resume their hurried +route. My countrymen will rejoice to learn that +amongst this dastardly crew not one Briton appeared. +Whether they were of Nassau or Belgians, +I know not; they were one or the other—I +think the latter. One red-coat we did meet—not +a fugitive though, for he was severely wounded.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_251"></a>[251]</span> +This man was a private of the 92d (Gordon +Highlanders), a short, rough, hardy-looking fellow, +with the national high cheek-bones, and a +complexion that spoke of many a bivouac. He +came limping along, evidently with difficulty and +suffering. I stopped him to ask news of the battle, +telling him what I had heard from the others. +“Na, na, sir, it’s aw a damned lee; they war +fechtin’ yat an I laft ’em; but it’s a bludy business, +and thar’s na saying fat may be the end on’t. +Oor ragiment was nigh clean swapt off, and oor +Colonel kilt jist as I cam awa.” Upon inquiring +about his own wound, we found that a musket-ball +had lodged in his knee, or near it; accordingly +Hitchins, dismounting, seated him on the +parapet of a little bridge we happened to be +on, extracted the ball in a few minutes, and, +binding up the wound, sent him hobbling along +towards Nivelle, not having extracted a single +exclamation from the poor man, who gratefully +thanked him as he resumed his way. A +little further on, and as it began to grow +dusk, we traversed the village of Hautain le Val, +where a very different scene presented itself. Here, +in a large cabaret by the roadside, we saw through +the open windows the rooms filled with soldiers, +cavalry and infantry; some standing about in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_252"></a>[252]</span> +earnest conversation, others seated round tables, +smoking, carousing, and thumping the board with +clenched fists, as they related with loud voices—what?—most +likely their own gallant exploits. +About the door their poor horses, tied to a rail, +showed by their drooping heads, shifting legs, and +the sweat drying and fuming on their soiled coats, +that their exertions at least had been of no trivial +nature.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_253"></a>[253]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<p class="noindent">The firing began to grow slacker, and even intermitting, +as we entered on the field of Quatre Bras—our +horses stumbling from time to time over +corpses of the slain, which they were too tired to +step over. The shot and shells which flew over +our line of march from time to time (some of the +latter bursting beyond us) were sufficient to enable +us to say we had been <em>in</em> the battle of Quatre +Bras, for such was the name of the place where +we now arrived, just too late to be useful. In all +directions the busy hum of human voices was +heard; the wood along the skirts of which we +marched re-echoed clearly and loudly the tones +of the bugle, which ever and anon were overpowered +by the sullen roar of cannon, or the +sharper rattle of musketry; dark crowds of men +moved in the increasing obscurity of evening, and +the whole scene seemed alive with them. What<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_254"></a>[254]</span> +a moment of excitement and anxiety as we proceeded +amongst all this tumult, and amidst the +dead and dying, ignorant as yet how the affair +had terminated! Arrived at a mass of buildings, +where four roads met (<i lang="fr">les quatre bras</i>), Major +M‘Donald again came up with orders for us to +bivouac on an adjoining field, where, accordingly, +we established ourselves amongst the remains of +a wheat crop.</p> + +<p>Our men dismounted, and the horses tied up to +the wheels of the carriages, every one was despatched +with canteens and water-buckets to a well +at the farm, to procure water for themselves and +horses. This being the only water in the immediate +neighbourhood, the crowd of all arms was +so great about it that our people were employed +fully two hours after halting ere they had completed +watering their horses. They were then +fed with corn, whilst eating which, a patch of +wheat still standing was discovered near our +bivouac. This we immediately cut or pulled up, +and thus saved our hay, for there was sufficient +to employ the poor brutes all night, if they preferred +eating to sleeping.</p> + +<p>Our animals cared for, the next consideration +was ourselves. The men had provisions ready +cooked in their havresacks, and therefore soon<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_255"></a>[255]</span> +made themselves comfortable; but we had nothing, +could procure nothing, and were likely to +go supperless to bed. We had assembled in a +little circle, discussing the events of the day previous +to lying down, when, to our no small joy, +the doctor made his appearance, followed by one +of the servants bearing the remnant of a large +meat-pie that yesterday had formed <em>part</em> of our +dinner at Strytem, and which he, with laudable +zeal and presence of mind, had in the hurry-scurry +of the morning thrust into our little cart, +thinking, good man, it might prove useful. No +one can doubt that it did so in a degree; but the +sixth part of the <em>remnant</em> of a pie went little way +to satisfy the cravings of our stomachs, which had +had so long a holiday. However, it was something, +and we were grateful for it, and thankful to our +worthy Esculapius for having been so provident. +The meal ended and cigars lighted, we sat enveloped +in our cloaks, chatting and listening to the +Babel-like confusion at the well, where crowds +were still struggling for water, until, one by one, +we sank on the ground, overcome by sleep, which +for my part remained unbroken until the grey +dawn began <ins class="corr" id="tn-255" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text unchanged"> +to peep of the</ins></p> + +<p><i>17th June</i>, when a popping fire of <ins class="corr" id="tn-255a" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'musquetry'"> +musketry</ins>, apparently close at hand, aroused me<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_256"></a>[256]</span> +again to consciousness of my situation. At first +I could not imagine where I was. I looked +straight up, and the stars were twinkling over me +in a clear sky. I put out a hand from beneath +my cloak, and felt clods of damp earth and stalks +of straw. The brattle of musketry increased, +and then the consciousness of my situation came +gradually over me. Although somewhat chilly, I +was still drowsy, and, regardless of what might +be going on, had turned on my side and began to +<ins class="corr" id="tn-256" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'dose'"> +doze</ins> again, when one of my neighbours started +up with the exclamation, “I wonder what all that +firing means!” This in an instant dispelled all +desire to sleep; and up I got too, mechanically +repeating his words, and rubbing my eyes as I +began to peer about. One of the first, and certainly +the most gratifying, sights that met my +inquiring gaze, was Quartermaster Hall, who had +arrived during the night with all his charge safe +and sound. He had neither seen nor heard, however, +of Mr Coates and his train of country waggons, +for whom I began now to entertain serious +apprehensions. From whatever the musketry +might proceed, we could see nothing—not even +the flashes; but the increasing light allowed me +to distinguish numberless dark forms on the +ground all around me, people slumbering still,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_257"></a>[257]</span> +regardless of the firing that had aroused me. At +a little distance numerous white discs, which were +continually in motion, changing place and disappearing, +to be succeeded by others, puzzled me +exceedingly, and I could not even form a conjecture +as to what they might be. Watching them +attentively, I was still more surprised when some +of these white objects ascended from the ground +and suddenly disappeared; but the mystery was +soon explained by the increasing light, which +gave to my view a corps of Nassau troops lying +on the ground, having white tops to their shakos. +Daylight now gradually unfolded to us our situation. +We were on a plateau which had been +covered with corn, now almost everywhere trodden +down. Four roads, as already mentioned, +met a little to the right of our front, and just at +that point stood a farmhouse, which, with its +outbuildings, yard, &c., was enclosed by a very +high wall. This was the farm of Quatre Bras. +Beyond it, looking obliquely to the right, the wood +(in which the battle still lingered when we arrived +last night) stretched away some distance along +the roads to Nivelle and Charleroi, which last we +understood lay in front, but far out of sight. +Along the continuation of the Charleroi road, and +in the direction of Brussels, a little in rear of our<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_258"></a>[258]</span> +right, a few cottages scattered along it had their +little gardens enclosed by banks, with here and +there an elder or some such bush growing on +them; and these were the only enclosures to be +seen, all the rest being a wide extent of corn-land +without hedge or wall. On the farther side of +the road, beyond the cottages, the fields were interspersed +with thickets of underwood and a few +clumps of trees, which shut in the view in that +direction. To the rear the country appeared perfectly +naked and open. To the left (I always +speak with reference to the enemy whom we +fronted) the ground descended very gradually for +about two miles, where it appeared bounded by +a long wood extending far away towards Brussels. +In front it descended more abruptly; and then +there was a plain about a mile in breadth extending +along our front, from the wood on the +left to that on the right. The great road from +Nivelle to Namur, crossing that from Brussels to +Charleroi at Quatre Bras, ran along this plain, +whilst the direction of the latter was nearly perpendicular +to our position. Beyond this plain the +ground rose again to a height somewhat superior +to that on which we stood, and another large +wood extended on it from opposite the one on our +left, apparently half-way to that on the right,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_259"></a>[259]</span> +having the declivity towards us laid out in fields +enclosed by pretty thick hedges. Between these +two woods the opening gave us an extensive view +over the country, in the direction of Gembloux +and Namur.</p> + +<p>On the Charleroi road and in the plain was a +small village (Frasnes), with its church, just beyond +which the road ascended the heights, on the +open part of which, between the road and the +wood towards the left, was the bivouac of the +French army opposed to us. Its advanced-posts +were in the valley near Frasnes, and ours opposite +to them—our main body occupying the +ground between Quatre Bras and the wood on +the left. A smart skirmish was going on amongst +the hedges, &c., already mentioned, and this was +the firing we had heard all the morning. Our +infantry were lying about, cleaning their arms, +cooking, or amusing themselves, totally regardless +of the skirmish. This, however, from our position, +was a very interesting sight to me, for the +slope of the ground enabled me to see distinctly +all the manœuvres of both parties, as on a plan. +After much firing from the edge of the wood, +opposite which our riflemen occupied all the +hedges, I saw the French chasseurs suddenly +make a rush forward in all directions, whilst the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_260"></a>[260]</span> +fire of our people became thicker and faster than +ever. Many of the former scampered across the +open fields until they reached the nearest hedges, +whilst others ran crouching under cover of those +perpendicular to their front, and the whole succeeded +in establishing themselves—thus forcing +back and gaining ground on our men. The fire +then again became sharper than ever—sometimes +the French were driven back; and this alternation +I watched with great interest until summoned +to Major M‘Donald, who brought us +orders for the day. From him I first learned the +result of the action of yesterday—the retreat of +the Prussians, and that we were to do so too. +His directions to me were that I should follow +some corps of infantry, or something of the sort; +for what followed caused me to forget it all: +“<em>Major Ramsay’s troop</em>,” he said, “<em>will remain +in the rear with the cavalry, to cover the retreat; +but I will not conceal from you that it falls to +your turn to do this, if you choose it</em>.” The +Major looked rather conscience-stricken as he +made this avowal, so, to relieve him, I begged +he would give the devil his due and me mine. +Accordingly all the others marched off, and as +nothing was likely to take place immediately, we +amused ourselves by looking on at what was doing.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_261"></a>[261]</span> +Just at this moment an amazing outcry arose +amongst the infantry at the farm, who were +running towards us in a confused mass, shouting +and bellowing, jostling and pushing each other. +I made sure the enemy’s cavalry had made a +dash amongst them, especially as the fire of the +skirmishers became thicker and apparently nearer, +when the thing was explained by a large pig, +squealing as if already stuck, bursting from the +throng by which he was beset in all directions. +Some struck at him with axes, others with the +butts of their muskets, others stabbed at him +with bayonets. The chase would have been +amusing had it not been so brutal; and I have +seldom experienced greater horror than I did on +this occasion when the poor brute, staggering +from the repeated blows he received, was at last +brought to the ground by at least half-a-dozen +bayonets plunged into him at once.</p> + +<p>All this time our retreat was going on very +quietly. The corps at Quatre Bras had retired +early in the morning and been replaced by others +from the left, and this continued constantly—every +corps halting for a time on the ground +near Quatre Bras until another from the left +arrived, these moving off on the great road to +Brussels, ceding the ground to the new-comers.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_262"></a>[262]</span></p> + +<p>At first every one, exulting in the success of +yesterday—the having repulsed the enemy with +a handful of men, as it were, unsupported by +cavalry and with very little artillery—anticipated, +now our army was united, nothing less +than an immediate attack on the French position. +We were sadly knocked down, then, when +the certainty of our retreat became known. It +was in vain we were told the retreat was only +a manœuvre of concentration; the most gloomy +anticipations pervaded every breast. About this +time Sir Alexander Dickson paid me a visit, +having just arrived from New Orleans, where +he commanded the artillery, to be our Deputy-Quartermaster-General. +He only stayed a few minutes.</p> + +<p>As the infantry corps on the plateau became +fewer, the fire of the skirmishers amongst the +hedges gradually relaxed, and at length ceased—the +Rifles, &c., being withdrawn, and following +the line of retreat. At last, about noon, I +found myself left with my troop, quite alone, on +the brow of the position, just by the farm of +Quatre Bras—the only troops in sight being a +small picket of hussars, near the village of +Frasnes, in the plain below; a few more in our +rear, but at some little distance, amongst the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_263"></a>[263]</span> +houses; and a brigade of hussars<a id="FNanchor_13" href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> far away to +the left (about two miles), close to the wood in +that quarter. Thus solitary, as it were, I had +ample leisure to contemplate the scene of desolation +around me, so strangely at variance with the +otherwise smiling landscape. Everywhere mementoes +of yesterday’s bloody struggle met the +eye—the corn trampled down, and the ground, +particularly in the plain, plentifully besprinkled +with bodies of the slain. Just in front of the +farm of Quatre Bras there was a fearful scene of +slaughter—Highlanders and cuirassiers lying +thickly strewn about; the latter appeared to +have charged up the Charleroi road, on which, +and immediately bordering it, they lay most +numerously.</p> + +<p>In communicating to me the orders of our retreat, +Major M‘Donald had reiterated that to join +Lord Edward Somerset’s brigade without delay, +but still he could not tell me where this brigade +was to be found. Meantime Sir Ormsby Vandeleur’s +brigade of light dragoons having formed +up in front of the houses, and supposing from +this that all the cavalry must be nigh, as one step +towards finding Lord Edward I crossed the road +to the right of these dragoons, and rode towards<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_264"></a>[264]</span> +the part where, as before stated, the light was +intercepted by trees and bushes. On passing +through these I had an uninterrupted view of +the country for miles, but not a soldier or living +being was to be seen in that direction. As I +pushed on through the thickets my horse, suddenly +coming to a stand, began to snort, and +showed unequivocal symptoms of fear. I drove +him on, however, but started myself when I saw, +lying under the bush, the body of a man stripped +naked. This victim of war was a youth of fair +form, skin delicately white, and face but little +darker; an embryo mustache decorated the upper +lip, and his countenance, even in death, was +beautiful. That he was French I conjectured, +but neither on himself nor his horse was there +a particle of clothing that could indicate to what +nation he belonged. If French, how came he +here to die alone so far in the rear of our lines? +I know not why, but the rencontre with this solitary +corpse had a wonderful effect on my spirits—far +different from what I felt when gazing on the +heaps that encumbered the field beyond. Seldom +have I experienced such despondency—such +heart-sinking—as when standing over this handsome +form thus despoiled, neglected, and about +to become a prey to wolves and carrion crows—the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_265"></a>[265]</span> +darling of some fond mother, the adored of +some fair maid. His horse, stripped like himself, +lay by—they had met their fate at once. Returning +to my troop, I found Sir Augustus Frazer, +who had come to order my ammunition-waggons +to the rear that the retreat might be as little +encumbered as possible, and to tell me that what +ammunition was used during the day would +be supplied by my sending for it to Langeveldt, +on the road to Brussels, where that to Wavre +branches from it.</p> + +<p>Thus divested of our ammunition, it was evident +that our retreat must be a rapid one, since +with only fifty rounds a-gun (the number in the +limbers), it could not be expected that we could +occupy any position longer than a few minutes. +In the end, this measure had nearly led to very +disagreeable results, as will be seen anon.</p> + +<p>It was now about one o’clock. My battery +stood in position on the brow of the declivity, +with its right near the wall of the farm, all alone, +the only troops in sight being, as before mentioned, +the picket and a few scattered hussars in +the direction of Frasnes, Sir O. Vandeleur’s light +dragoons two or three hundred yards in our rear, +and Sir H. Vivian’s hussars far away to the left. +Still the French army made no demonstration of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_266"></a>[266]</span> +an advance. This inactivity was unaccountable. +Lord Uxbridge and an aide-de-camp came to the +front of my battery, and, dismounting, seated himself +on the ground; so did I and the aide-de-camp. +His lordship with his glass was watching the +French position; and we were all three wondering +at their want of observation and inactivity, +which had not only permitted our infantry to retire +unmolested, but also still retained them in +their bivouac. “It will not be long now before +they are on us,” said the aide-de-camp, “for they +always dine before they move; and those smokes +seem to indicate that they are cooking now.” He +was right; for not long afterwards another aide-de-camp, +scouring along the valley, came to report +that a heavy column of cavalry<a id="FNanchor_14" href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> was advancing +through the opening between the woods to the +left from the direction of Gembloux. At the +same moment we saw them distinctly; and Lord +Uxbridge, having reconnoitered them a moment +through his glass, started up, exclaiming, in a +joyful tone, “By the Lord, they are Prussians!” +jumped on his horse, and, followed by the +two aides, dashed off like a whirlwind to meet<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_267"></a>[267]</span> +them. For a moment I stood looking after them +as they swept down the slope, and could not help +wondering how the Prussians came there. I was, +however, not left long in my perplexity, for, turning +my eyes towards the French position, I saw +their whole army descending from it in three or +four dark masses, whilst their advanced cavalry +picket was already skirmishing with and driving +back our hussars. The truth instantly flashed +on my mind, and I became exceedingly uneasy for +the safety of Lord Uxbridge and his companions, +now far advanced on their way down the valley, +and likely to be irretrievably cut off. My situation +now appeared somewhat awkward: left +without orders and entirely alone on the brow of +our position—the hussar pickets galloping in and +hurrying past as fast as they could—the whole +French army advancing, and already at no great +distance. In this dilemma, I determined to retire +across the little dip that separated me from Sir +O. Vandeleur, and take up a position in front of +his squadrons, whence, after giving a round to +the French advance as soon as they stood on our +present ground, I thought I could retire in sufficient +time through his intervals to leave the +ground clear for him to charge. This movement +was immediately executed; but the guns were<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_268"></a>[268]</span> +scarcely unlimbered ere Sir Ormsby came furiously +up, exclaiming, “What are you doing here, +sir? You encumber my front, and we shall not +be able to charge. Take your guns away, sir; +instantly, I say—take them away!” It was in vain +that I endeavoured to explain my intentions, and +that our fire would allow his charge to be made +with more effect. “No, no; take them out of my +way, sir!” was all the answer I could get; and, +accordingly, I was preparing to obey, when up +came Lord Uxbridge, and the scene changed in a +twinkling. “Captain Mercer, are you loaded?” +“Yes, my lord.” “Then give them a round as they +rise the hill, and retire as quickly as possible.” +“Light dragoons, threes right; at a trot, march!” +and then some orders to Sir Ormsby, of whom I +saw no more that day. “They are just coming +up the hill,” said Lord Uxbridge. “Let them get +well up before you fire. Do you think you can +retire quick enough afterwards?” “I am sure of +it, my lord.” “Very well, then, keep a good +look-out, and point your guns well.” I had often +longed to see Napoleon, that mighty man of war—that +astonishing genius who had filled the world +with his renown. Now I saw him, and there +was a degree of sublimity in the interview rarely +equalled. The sky had become overcast since the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_269"></a>[269]</span> +morning, and at this moment presented a most +extraordinary appearance. Large isolated masses +of thundercloud, of the deepest, almost inky +black, their lower edges hard and strongly defined, +lagging down, as if momentarily about to +burst, hung suspended over us, involving our +position and everything on it in deep and gloomy +obscurity; whilst the distant hill lately occupied +by the French army still lay bathed in brilliant +sunshine. Lord Uxbridge was yet speaking, +when a single horseman,<a id="FNanchor_15" href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> immediately followed +by several others, mounted the plateau I had left +at a gallop, their dark figures thrown forward in +strong relief from the illuminated distance, making +them appear much nearer to us than they +really were. For an instant they pulled up and +regarded us, when several squadrons, coming +rapidly on the plateau, Lord Uxbridge cried out, +“Fire!—fire!” and, giving them a general discharge, +we quickly limbered up to retire, as they dashed +forward supported by some horse-artillery guns, +which opened upon us ere we could complete the +manœuvre, but without much effect, for the only +one touched was the servant of Major Whinyates,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_270"></a>[270]</span> +who was wounded in the leg by the splinter of a +howitzer shell.</p> + +<p>It was now for the first time that I discovered +the Major and his rocket-troop, who, +annoyed at my having the rear, had disobeyed +the order to retreat, and remained somewhere +in the neighbourhood until this moment, hoping +to share whatever might be going on. The +first gun that was fired seemed to burst the +clouds overhead, for its report was instantly followed +by an awful clap of thunder, and lightning +that almost blinded us, whilst the rain came down +as if a water-spout had broken over us. The +sublimity of the scene was inconceivable. Flash +succeeded flash, and the peals of thunder were +long and tremendous; whilst, as if in mockery of +the elements, the French guns still sent forth +their feebler glare and now scarcely audible reports—their +cavalry dashing on at a headlong +pace, adding their shouts to the uproar. We +galloped for our lives through the storm, striving +to gain the enclosures about the houses of the +hamlets, Lord Uxbridge urging us on, crying, +“Make haste!—make haste! for God’s sake, gallop, +or you will be taken!” We did make haste, and +succeeded in getting amongst the houses and gardens, +but with the French advance close on our<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_271"></a>[271]</span> +heels. Here, however, observing the chaussée +full of hussars, they pulled up. Had they continued +their charge we were gone, for these hussars +were scattered about the road in the utmost +confusion, some in little squads, others singly, +and, moreover, so crowded together that we had +no room whatever to act with any effect—either +they or us.</p> + +<p>Meantime the enemy’s detachments began to +envelop the gardens, which Lord Uxbridge observing, +called to me, “Here follow me with two +of your guns,” and immediately himself led the +way into one of the narrow lanes between the +gardens. What he intended doing, God knows, +but I obeyed. The lane was very little broader +than our carriages—there was not room for a horse +to have passed them! The distance from the +chaussée to the end of the lane, where it debouched +on the open fields, could scarcely have +been above one or two hundred yards at most. +His lordship and I were in front, the guns and +mounted detachments following. What he meant +to do I was at a loss to conceive: we could +hardly come to action in the lane; to enter on +the open was certain destruction. Thus we had +arrived at about fifty yards from its termination +when a body of chasseurs or hussars appeared<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_272"></a>[272]</span> +there as if waiting for us. These we might have +seen from the first, for nothing but a few elder +bushes intercepted the view from the chaussée. +The whole transaction appears to me so wild and +confused that at times I can hardly believe it to +have been more than a confused dream—yet true +it was;—the general-in-chief of the cavalry exposing +himself amongst the skirmishers of his +rear-guard, and literally doing the duty of a +cornet! “By God! we are all prisoners” (or +some such words), exclaimed Lord Uxbridge, +dashing his horse at one of the garden-banks, +which he cleared, and away he went, leaving us +to get out of the scrape as best we could. There +was no time for hesitation—one manœuvre alone +could extricate us if allowed time, and it I +ordered. “Reverse by unlimbering” was the +order. To do this the gun was to be unlimbered, +then turned round, and one wheel run up the +bank, which just left space for the limber to +pass it. The gun is then limbered up again and +ready to move to the rear. The execution, however, +was not easy, for the very reversing of the +limber itself in so narrow a lane, with a team of +eight horses, was sufficiently difficult, and required +first-rate driving. Nothing could exceed the +coolness and activity of our men; the thing was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_273"></a>[273]</span> +done quickly and well, and we returned to the +chaussée without let or hindrance. How we +were permitted to do so, I am at a loss to imagine; +for although I gave the order to reverse, I +certainly never expected to have seen it executed. +Meantime my own situation was anything but a +pleasant one, as I sat with my back to the gentlemen +at the end of the lane, whose interference +I momentarily expected, casting an eye from time +to time over my shoulder to ascertain whether +they still kept their position. There they sat +motionless, and although thankful for their inactivity, +I could not but wonder at their stupidity. +It seemed, however, all of a piece that day—all +blunder and confusion; and this last I found +pretty considerable on regaining the chaussée. His +lordship we found collecting the scattered hussars +together into a squadron for our rescue, for which +purpose it was he had so unceremoniously left +us. Heavy as the rain was and thick the +weather, yet the French could not but have seen +the confusion we were in, as they had closed up +to the entrance of the enclosure; and yet they did +not at once take advantage of it. Things could +not remain long in this state. A heavy column +of cavalry approached us by the chaussée, whilst +another, skirting the enclosures, appeared pushing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_274"></a>[274]</span> +forward to cut us off. Retreat now became imperative. +The order was given, and away we +went, helter-skelter—guns, gun-detachments, and +hussars all mixed <i lang="fr">pêle-mêle</i>, going like mad, and +covering each other with mud, to be washed off +by the rain, which, before sufficiently heavy, +now came down again as it had done at first in +splashes instead of drops, soaking us anew to the +skin, and, what was worse, extinguishing every +slow-match in the brigade. The obscurity caused +by the splashing of the rain was such, that at one +period I could not distinguish objects more than +a few yards distant. Of course we lost sight of +our pursuers altogether, and the shouts and halloos, +and even laughter, they had at first sent forth were +either silenced or drowned in the uproar of the +elements and the noise of our too rapid retreat; +for in addition to everything else the crashing +and rattling of the thunder were most awful, and +the glare of the lightning blinding. In this +state we gained the bridge of Genappe at the +moment when the thundercloud, having passed +over, left us in comparative fine weather, although +still raining heavily.</p> + +<p>The town of Genappe stands on the slope of a +hill rising immediately from the little verdant +valley through which the Lys flows—here little<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_275"></a>[275]</span> +better than a brook. Arrived at the bridge, we +slackened our pace, and ascended leisurely the +narrow winding street, in which not a living soul +was visible. The shutters were all closed, and +stream of water pouring from the roofs formed a +perfect torrent of the gutter running down the +middle of it. This solitude was rather a disappointment, +for I had hoped here to have got fire +to relight our slow-match.</p> + +<p>For the last mile or so we had neither seen +nor heard anything of our lively French friends, +and now silently wound our way up the deserted +street, nothing disturbing its death-like stillness +save the iron sound of horses’ feet, the rumbling +of the carriages, and the splashing of water +as it fell from the eaves,—all this was stillness +compared with the hurly-burly and din from +which we had just emerged.</p> + +<p>On gaining the high ground beyond the town, +we suddenly came in sight of the main body of +our cavalry drawn up across the chaussée in two +lines, and extending away far to the right and +left of it.</p> + +<p>It would have been an imposing spectacle at any +time, but just now appeared to me magnificent +and I hailed it with complacency, for here I thought +our fox-chase must end. “Those superb Life<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_276"></a>[276]</span> +Guards and Blues will soon teach our pursuers a +little modesty.” Such fellows!—surely nothing +can withstand them. Scarcely had these thoughts +passed through my mind ere an order from his +lordship recalled us to the rear. On debouching +from the town, seeing nothing in the country +right and left of us, and fearful of impeding the +retreat, whilst our hussars retired skirmishing +through the street (the French having again come +up), we had continued onward to gain the position +occupied by our heavy cavalry, from which +we were still separated by a small dip of the +ground. We returned then to the end of the +town, where the flight of shot and shells over us +(the road was here sunk between two high banks) +gave very intelligible information as to the reason +of our recall. The enemy’s horse-artillery, having +taken up a position in the meadows near the +bridge, were annoying our dragoons as they debouched +from the town. The ground was heavy +from the rain, and very steep, so that it was only +by great exertion that we succeeded at last in +getting our guns into the adjoining field. The +moment we appeared the French battery bestowed +on us its undivided attention, which we quickly +acknowledged by an uncommonly well-directed +fire of spherical case. Whilst so employed, Major<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_277"></a>[277]</span> +M‘Donald came up and put me through a regular +catechism as to length of fuze, whether out of bag +A or B, &c. &c. Although much vexed at such +a schooling just now, yet the Major appeared so +seriously in earnest that I could not but be +amused; however, to convince him we knew what +we were about, I directed his attention to our +excellent practice, so superior to that of our antagonist, +who was sending all his shot far over our +heads. The French seemed pretty well convinced +of this too, for after standing a few rounds they +quitted the field, and left us again without +occupation. The Major vanishing at the same +time, I sent my guns, &c., to the rear, and set off +to join Lord Uxbridge, who was still fighting in +the street. Our ammunition was expended, the +waggons having been taken away by Sir Augustus +Frazer at Quatre Bras.</p> + +<p>On regaining my troop, I found Major M‘Donald +and the rockets with it. They were in position +on a gentle elevation, on which likewise were +formed the lines of cavalry extending across the +chaussée. Immediately on our left, encased in +the hollow road, the Blues were formed in close +column of half-squadrons, and it was not long ere +Lord Uxbridge, with those he had retained at +Genappe, came sweeping over the hill and joined<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_278"></a>[278]</span> +us. They were closely followed by the French +light cavalry, who, descending into the hollow, +commenced a sharp skirmish with our advanced-posts. +Soon squadron after squadron appeared +on the hill we had passed, and took up their positions, +forming a long line parallel to ours, whilst +a battery of horse-artillery, forming across the +chaussée, just on the brow of the declivity, opened +its fire on us, though without much effect. To +this we responded, though very slowly, having no +more ammunition than what remained in our +limbers. In order to amuse the enemy and our +own cavalry, as well as to prevent the former +noticing the slackness of our fire, I proposed to +Major M‘Donald making use of the rockets, which +had hitherto done nothing. There was a little +hesitation about this, and one of the officers +(Strangways) whispered me, “No, no—it’s too +far!” This I immediately told the Major, proposing +as a remedy that they should go closer. +Still there was demur; but at last my proposition +was agreed to, and down they marched into +the thick of the skirmishers in the bottom. Of +course, having proposed the measure myself, I +could do no less than accompany them. Whilst +they prepared their machinery, I had time to +notice what was going on to the right and left of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_279"></a>[279]</span> +us. Two double lines of skirmishers extended all +along the bottom—the foremost of each line were +within a few yards of each other—constantly in +motion, riding backwards and forwards, firing +their carbines or pistols, and then reloading, still +on the move. This fire seemed to me more dangerous +for those on the hills above than for us +below; for all, both French and English, generally +stuck out their carbines or pistols as they continued +to move backwards and forwards, and discharged +them without taking any particular aim, +and mostly in the air. I did not see a man fall on +either side; the thing appeared quite ridiculous; +and but for hearing the bullets whizzing overhead, +one might have fancied it no more than a sham-fight.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the rocketeers had placed a little +iron triangle in the road with a rocket lying on +it. The order to fire is given—portfire applied—the +fidgety missile begins to sputter out sparks +and wriggle its tail for a second or so, and then +darts forth straight up the chaussée. A gun +stands right in its way, between the wheels of +which the shell in the head of the rocket bursts, +the gunners fall right and left, and, those of the +other guns taking to their heels, the battery is +deserted in an instant. Strange; but so it was.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_280"></a>[280]</span> +I saw them run, and for some minutes afterwards +I saw the guns standing mute and unmanned, +whilst our rocketeers kept shooting off rockets, +none of which ever followed the course of the first; +most of them, on arriving about the middle of the +ascent, took a vertical direction, whilst some actually +turned back upon ourselves—and one of +these, following me like a squib until its shell +exploded, actually put me in more danger than +all the fire of the enemy throughout the day. +Meanwhile the French artillerymen, seeing how +the land lay, returned to their guns and opened +a fire of case-shot on us, but without effect, for +we retreated to our ridge without the loss of a +man, or even any wounded, though the range +could not have been above 200 yards. As we had +overtaken the rear of our infantry, it became necessary +to make a stand here to enable them to +gain ground. Major M‘Donald therefore sent me +in pursuit of my ammunition-waggons, since all +in our limbers was expended. Having before sent +for these, we calculated that they could not now +be very far off. In going to the rear I passed +along the top of the bank, under which, as I have +said, the Blues were encased in the hollow road. +Shot and shells were flying pretty thickly about +just then, and, sometimes striking the top of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_281"></a>[281]</span> +bank, would send down a shower of mud and +clods upon them.</p> + +<p>The ammunition-waggons I found coming up, +and was returning with them when I met my +whole troop again retiring by the road, whilst the +cavalry did so by alternate regiments across the +fields. The ground offering no feature for another +stand, we continued thus along the road. The +infantry had made so little progress that we again +overtook the rear of their column, composed of +Brunswickers—some of those same boys I used to +see practising at Schäpdale in my rides to Brussels. +These poor lads were pushing on at a great rate. +As soon as their rear divisions heard the sound +of our horses’ feet, without once looking behind +them, they began to crowd and press on those in +front, until at last, hearing us close up to them, +and finding it impossible to push forward in the +road, many of them broke off into the fields; and +such was their panic that, in order to run lighter, +away went arms and knapsacks in all directions, +and a general race ensued, the whole corps being +in the most horrid confusion. It was to no purpose +that I exerted my little stock of German to +make them understand we were their English +friends—a frightened glance and away, was all +the effect of my interference, which drove many<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_282"></a>[282]</span> +of them off. We, however, still kept on our way, +and soon after passed a few houses by the roadside, +which I afterwards found was La Belle Alliance. +Hence we crossed another valley, and on +rising the opposite hill I found a capital position +on the top of an old gravel-pit, which I occupied +without loss of time. Behind the ground on which +my guns were formed was a long hedge<a id="FNanchor_16" href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> (a <i lang="la">rara +avis</i> in this country), which prevented our seeing +anything beyond; and as no troops were in sight +except those following us across the valley, we had +then no idea that we had arrived in the position +where our whole army was assembled, nor that we +then stood upon ground which, ere to-morrow’s +sun were set, would for ever be celebrated throughout +all generations!</p> + +<p>We did not long remain idle, for the guns were +scarcely loaded ere the rear of our cavalry came +crowding upon the infantry corps we had passed, +and which were then only crossing the valley, the +French advance skirmishing with these, whilst +their squadrons occupied the heights. We waited +a little until some of their larger masses were +assembled, and then opened our fire with a range +across the valley of about 1200 yards. The echo<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_283"></a>[283]</span> +of our first gun had not ceased, when, to my +astonishment, a heavy cannonade, commencing +in a most startling manner from behind our hedge, +rolled along the rising-ground, on part of which +we were posted. The truth now flashed on me; +we had rejoined the army, and it is impossible to +describe the pleasing sense of security I felt at +having now the support of something more stanch +than cavalry.</p> + +<p>The French now brought up battery after battery, +and a tremendous cannonading was kept +up by both sides for some time. The effect was +grand and exciting. Our position was a happy +one, for all their shot which grazed short, came +and struck in the perpendicular bank of our gravel-pit—and +only one struck amongst us, breaking +the traversing handspike at one of the guns, but +neither injuring man nor horse. Our fire was +principally directed against their masses as +<ins class="corr" id="tn-283" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'we we'"> +we</ins> could see them, which was not always the +case from the smoke that, for want of wind, hung +over them; then against their smaller parties +that had advanced into the valley to skirmish +with the rear-guard of our cavalry. Here for +the second and last time I saw Napoleon, though +infinitely more distant than in the morning. +Some of my non-commissioned officers pointed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_284"></a>[284]</span> +their guns at the numerous cortège accompanying +him as they stood near the road by Belle Alliance; +and one, pointed by old Quartermaster Hall, fell +in the midst of them. At the moment we saw +some little confusion amongst the group, but it +did not hinder them from continuing the reconnaissance.</p> + +<p>Whilst we were thus engaged, a man of no +very prepossessing appearance came rambling +amongst our guns, and entered into conversation +with me on the occurrences of the day. He was +dressed in a shabby old drab greatcoat and a +rusty round hat. I took him at the time for +some amateur from Brussels (of whom we had +heard there were several hovering about), and +thinking many of his questions rather impertinent, +was somewhat short in answering him, and +he soon left us. How great was my astonishment +on learning soon after that this was Sir +Thomas Picton! The enemy, finding us obstinate +in maintaining our position, soon slackened, and +then ceased firing altogether; and we were immediately +ordered to do the same, and establish +ourselves in bivouac for the night. This we +proceeded to obey as a most welcome order, and +retiring from our position down the hill, came to +a large farm, where, breaking through a quickset<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_285"></a>[285]</span> +hedge, we formed our park in the adjoining orchard, +preferring its green turf to the plashy, +muddy fields around, that morning covered with +fine crops of wheat, now little better than sloughs. +We were not long, however, in discovering that +it was only exchanging the frying-pan for the +fire, since our smiling turf was nearly ankle-deep in +water, the orchard lying low and hollow, somewhat +below the level of the road. But it was +already growing dark, consequently too late to +hunt out another, so we were obliged to put up +with it.</p> + +<p>Thoroughly wet—cloaks, blankets, and all—comfort +was out of the question, so we prepared +to make the best of it.</p> + +<p>Our first care was of course the horses, and +these we had ample means of providing for, since, +in addition to what corn we had left, one of our +men had picked up and brought forward on an +ammunition-waggon a large sack full, which he +found in the road near Genappe. Thus they, at +least, had plenty to eat, and having been so well +drenched all day, were not much in need of water. +For ourselves we had nothing!—absolutely nothing! +and looked forward to rest alone to restore our +exhausted strength. Rather a bore going supperless<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_286"></a>[286]</span> +to bed after such a day, yet was there no help +for it.</p> + +<p>But our poor animals were not all of them +destined to repose, and much as they had undergone +during the last six-and-thirty hours, some +of them were yet obliged to pass the night on +the road, and in harness. Completing our limbers +with ammunition from two of the ammunition-waggons, +a non-commissioned officer was despatched +with these, as soon as the horses had +been fed, to Langeveldt near Brussels, where Sir +Augustus Frazer had told me in the morning we +should find a depôt from whence to supply what +had been expended during the day.</p> + +<p>These cared for, came the care of ourselves. Our +gunners, &c., soon stowed themselves away beneath +the carriages, using the painted covers as additional +shelter against the rain, which now set in +again as heavy as ever. We set up a small tent, +into which (after vain attempts at procuring food +or lodgings in the farm or its outbuildings, all of +which were crammed to suffocation with officers +and soldiers of all arms and nations) we crept, +and rolling ourselves in our wet blankets, huddled +close together, in hope, wet as we were, and wet +as the ground was, of keeping each other warm. +I know not how my bed-fellows got on, as we all<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_287"></a>[287]</span> +lay for a long while perfectly still and silent—the +old Peninsular hands disdaining to complain +before their Johnny Newcome comrades, and these +fearing to do so lest they should provoke some +such remarks, as “Lord have mercy on your poor +tender carcass! what would such as you have +done in the Pyrenees?” or “Oho, my boy! this +is but child’s play to what <em>we</em> saw in Spain.” So +all who did not sleep (I believe the majority) +pretended to do so, and bore their suffering with +admirable heroism. For my part, I once or twice, +from sheer fatigue, got into something like a doze; +yet it would not do. There was no possibility of +sleeping, for besides being already so wet, the tent +proved no shelter, the water pouring through the +canvas in streams; so up I got, and, to my infinite +joy, found that some of the men had managed +to make a couple of fires, round which they were +sitting smoking their short pipes in something +like comfort. The hint was a good one, and at +that moment my second captain joining me, we +borrowed from them a few sticks, and choosing +the best spot under the hedge, proceeded to make +a fire for ourselves. In a short time we succeeded +in raising a cheerful blaze, which materially +bettered our situation. My companion had an +umbrella (which, by the way, had afforded some<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_288"></a>[288]</span> +merriment to our people on the march); this we +planted against the sloping bank of the hedge, +and seating ourselves under it, he on one side of +the stick, me on the other, we lighted cigars and +became—comfortable. Dear weed! what comfort, +what consolation dost thou not impart to +the wretched!—with thee a hovel becomes a +palace. What a stock of patience is there not +enveloped in one of thy brown leaves! And +thus we sat enjoying ourselves, puffing forth into +the damp night air streams of fragrant smoke, +being able now deliberately to converse on what +had been, and probably would be. All this time +a most infernal clatter of musketry was going on, +which, but for the many quiet dark figures seated +round the innumerable fires all along the position, +might have been construed into a night-attack. +But as these gentlemen were between us +and the enemy, we felt assured of timely warning, +and ere long learned that all this proceeded as +before from the infantry discharging and cleaning +their pieces. Our conversation naturally turned +on our present position; and after discussing all +the pros. and cons., we made up our minds to recommence +the retreat with to-morrow’s sun; but +when that retreat was to terminate, baffled all our +powers of conjecture.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_289"></a>[289]</span></p> + +<p>Whilst so employed, a rustling in the hedge +behind attracted our attention, and in a few +minutes a poor fellow belonging to some Hanoverian +regiment, wet through like everybody else, +and shivering with cold, made his appearance, +and modestly begged permission to remain a short +time and warm himself by our fire. He had somehow +or other wandered from his colours, and had +passed the greater part of the night searching for +them, but in vain. At first he appeared quite +exhausted, but the warmth reinvigorating him, he +pulled out his pipe and began to smoke. Having +finished his modicum, and carefully disposed of the +ashes, he rose from his wet seat to renew his +search, hoping to find his corps before daylight, +he said, lest it should be engaged. Many thanks +he offered for our hospitality; but what was our +surprise when, after fumbling in his havresack for +some time, he pulled out a poor half-starved +chicken, presented it to us, and marched off. This +was a god-send, in good truth, to people famished +as we were; so calling for a camp-kettle, our prize +was on the fire in a twinkling. Our comrades in +the tent did not sleep so soundly but that they +heard what was going on, and the kettle was +hardly on the fire ere my gentlemen were assembled +round it, a wet and shivering group, but all<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_290"></a>[290]</span> +eager to partake of our good fortune—and so +eager that, after various betrayals of impatience, +the miserable chicken was at last snatched from +the kettle ere it was half-boiled, pulled to pieces, +and speedily devoured. I got a leg for my share, +but it was not one mouthful, and this was the +only food I tasted since the night before.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_291"></a>[291]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + +<p class="noindent"><i>June 18th.</i>—Memorable day! Some time before +daybreak the bombardier who had been despatched +to Langeveldt returned with a supply of +ammunition. He reported that he had been much +impeded by the confusion on the road, which was +everywhere crowded with waggons, &c. Many +he had seen overturned, and many plundered, or +being plundered; but his account by no means +justified those who stated the road to be blocked +up in such a manner as to be impassable. Indeed, +considering all things, he had performed his +journey in sufficiently reasonable time.</p> + +<p>With the providence of an old soldier, he had +picked up and brought on a considerable quantity +of beef, biscuit, and oatmeal, of which there was +abundance scattered about everywhere. Casks of +rum, &c., there were, and having broached one of +these—he and his drivers—every one filled his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_292"></a>[292]</span> +canteen—a most considerate act, and one for +which the whole troop was sincerely thankful. +Nor must I omit to remark that, amidst such +temptations, his men had behaved with the +most perfect regularity, and returned to us +<em>quite sober</em>!</p> + +<p>The rum was divided on the spot; and surely +if ardent spirits are ever beneficial, it must be +to men situated as ours were; it therefore came +most providentially. The oatmeal was converted +speedily into stirabout, and afforded our people a +hearty meal, after which all hands set to work to +prepare the beef, make soup, &c. Unfortunately, +we preferred waiting for this, and passed the stirabout, +by which piece of folly we were doomed +to a very protracted fast, as will be seen. Whilst +our soup was cooking, it being now broad daylight, +I mounted my horse to reconnoitre our +situation. During the night another troop (I +think Major Ramsay’s) had established itself in +our orchard, and just outside the hedge I found +Major Bean’s, which had also arrived during the +night, direct from England. Ascending from the +farm towards the ground we had left yesterday +evening, the face of the slope, as far as I could see, +to the right and left, was covered with troops <i lang="fr">en +bivouac</i>—here, I think, principally cavalry. Of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_293"></a>[293]</span> +these some were cleaning their arms, some cooking, +some sitting round fires smoking, and a few, +generally officers, walking about, or standing in +groups conversing. Many of the latter eagerly +inquired where I was going, and appeared very +anxious for intelligence, all expecting nothing less +than to recommence our retreat. I continued on +to the position we had occupied last, and thence +clearly saw the French army on the opposite hill, +where everything appeared perfectly quiet—people +moving about individually, and no formation +whatever. Their advanced-posts and vedettes in +the valley, just beyond La Haye Sainte, were also +quiet. Having satisfied my curiosity, I returned +the way I came, communicating my observations +to the many eager inquirers I met with. Various +were the speculations in consequence. Some +thought the French were afraid to attack us, +others that they would do so soon, others that the +Duke would not wait for it, others that he would, +as he certainly would not allow them to go to +Brussels; and so they went on speculating, whilst +I returned to my people. Here, finding the mess +not yet ready, and nothing to be done, I strolled +into the garden of the farm, where several Life +Guardsmen were very busy digging potatoes—a +fortunate discovery, which I determined to profit<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_294"></a>[294]</span> +by. Therefore calling up some of my men, to work +we went without loss of time.</p> + +<p>Whilst thus employed, I noticed a very heavy +firing going on in front, but this did not make us +quit our work. Shortly after, to my great astonishment, +I observed that all the bivouacs on the +hillside were deserted, and that even Ramsay’s +troop had left the orchard without my being +aware of it, and my own was left quite alone, not +a soul being visible from where I stood in any +direction, the ground they had quitted presenting +one unbroken muddy solitude. The firing became +heavier and heavier. Alarmed at being thus left +alone, when it was evident something serious was +going on, I hastened back and ordered the horses +to be put to immediately.</p> + +<p>Away went our mess untasted. One of the +servants was desired to hang the kettle with its +contents under an ammunition-waggon. The stupid +fellow hung the kettle as desired, but first emptied +it. Without orders, and all alone, the battle (for +now there was no mistaking it) going on at the +other side of the hill, I remained for a few minutes +undecided what to do. It appeared to me +we had been forgotten. All, except only ourselves, +were evidently engaged; and labouring +under this delusion, I thought we had better get<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_295"></a>[295]</span> +into the affair at once. As soon, therefore, as the +troop was ready, I led them up the hill on the +highroad, hoping to meet some one who could +give me directions what to do. We had not proceeded +a hundred yards, when an artillery officer +came furiously galloping down towards us. It +was Major M‘Lloyd, in a dreadful state of agitation—such, +indeed, that he could hardly answer +my questions. I learned, however, that the battle +was very serious and bloody. Their first attack +had been on that part of our position where his +battery stood; but now the principal efforts were +making against our right. All this was told +in so hurried and anxious a manner, that one +could hardly understand him. “But where are +you going?” he added. I told him my plan. +“Have you no orders?” “None whatever; I +have not seen a soul.” “Then, for God’s sake, +come and assist me, or I shall be ruined. My +brigade is cut to pieces, ammunition expended, +and, unless reinforced, we shall be destroyed.” He +was dreadfully agitated, and when I took his +hand and promised to be with him directly, +seemed transported with joy; so, bidding me +make haste, he darted up the hill again, and went +to receive that death-stroke which, ere long, was +to terminate his earthly career. I trust before<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_296"></a>[296]</span> +that termination he heard the reason why I never +fulfilled that promise; for weeks elapsed ere he +died, no doubt—otherwise he must have set me +down for a base poltroon. My destiny led me +elsewhere. My tutelary spirit was at hand: the +eternal Major M‘Donald made his appearance, +and, giving me a sharp reprimand for having +quitted my bivouac, desired me instantly to return +to the foot of the hill, and there wait for orders. +Sulkily and slowly we descended, and forming in +line on the ground opposite the farm of Mont St +Jean, with our left to the road, I dismounted the +men that they might be a little less liable to be +hit by shot and shells which, coming over the +hill, were continually plunging into the muddy +soil all around us. This was a peculiarly dismal +situation—without honour or glory, to be knocked +on the head in such a solitude, for not a living +being was in sight.</p> + +<p>It was while thus standing idle that a fine tall +upright old gentleman, in plain clothes, followed +by two young ones, came across our front at a +gallop from the Brussels road, and continued on +towards where we supposed the right of our army +to be. I certainly stared at seeing three unarmed +civilians pressing forward into so hot a fight. +These were the Duke of Richmond and his two<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_297"></a>[297]</span> +sons. How long we had been in this position, I +know not, when at length we were relieved from +it by our adjutant (Lieutenant Bell), who brought +orders for our removal to the right of the second +line. Moving, therefore, to our right, along the +hollow, we soon began a very gentle ascent, and +at the same time became aware of several corps +of infantry, which had not been very far from us, +but remained invisible, as they were all lying +down. Although in this move we may be said +to have been always under a heavy fire, from the +number of missiles flying over us, yet were we +still so fortunate as to arrive in our new position +without losing man or horse. In point of seeing, +our situation was much improved; but for danger +and inactivity, it was much worse, since we were +now fired directly at, and positively ordered not +to return the compliment—the object in bringing +us here being to watch a most formidable-looking +line of lancers drawn up opposite to us, and threatening +the right flank of our army. A scientific relation +of this great struggle, on which the fate of +Europe hinged, I pretend not to write. I write +neither history, nor ‘Mémoires pour servir à l’Histoire,’ +&c. &c., but only pure simple gossip for my +own amusement—just what happened to me and +mine, and what I <em>did</em> see happen to others about me.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_298"></a>[298]</span> +Depend upon it, he who pretends to give a general +account of a great battle from his own observation +deceives you—believe him not. He can +see no further (that is, if he be personally engaged +in it) than the length of his nose; and how is he +to tell what is passing two or three miles off, with +hills and trees and buildings intervening, and all +enveloped in smoke? Busaco might have been +tolerably described, but there are no Busacos in +the Pays Bas. The back of the principal ridge on +which our army was posted descended by a pretty +regular slope in the direction of Waterloo, and +but just in rear of its right another shorter and +lower ridge ran a little way almost parallel to it. +The highroad to Nivelle passed along the hollow +between the two. Both ridges terminated in a +ravine that enclosed our right flank, running +down from the Château de Hougoumont (although +it be pretended now that the name is +“Goumont,” I persist in the orthography which is +found in all the old maps of this department) in +the direction of Merke Braine; in short, a contracted +continuation of the greater valley lying +between the two armies and nearly at right angles +to it.</p> + +<p>The sides of this ravine (much steeper than +any other ground near), as far as I can recollect,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_299"></a>[299]</span> +were partially covered with bushes; and, from the +summit of the one opposite to us, the ground +ascended by a very gradual slope for about 800 +or 1000 yards; and there, on what appeared as the +height of the land, there were several small clumps +of wood. This slope itself was still covered with +fine crops of standing corn. The crest was occupied +by the long line of lancers already spoken of, +whose movements I was ordered to watch, but on +no account to interfere with, unless they attempted +to pass the ravine.<a id="FNanchor_17" href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> Such was our front view.</p> + +<p>To the right we looked over a fine open country, +covered with crops and interspersed with +thickets or small woods. There all was peaceful +and smiling, not a living soul being in sight. +To our left, the main ridge terminated rather +abruptly just over Hougoumont, the back of it +towards us being broken ground, with a few old +trees on it just where the Nivelle road descended +between high banks into the ravine. Thus we +were formed <i lang="fr">en potence</i> with the 1st line, from +which we (my battery) were separated by some<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_300"></a>[300]</span> +hundred yards. In our rear the 14th Regiment +of infantry (in square, I think) lay on the ground. +In our front were some light dragoons of the +German Legion, who from time to time detached +small parties across the ravine. These pushed +cautiously up the slope towards the line of lancers +to reconnoitre. The corn, down to the edge of +the ravine nearer the Nivelle road and beyond it, +was full of French riflemen; and these were +warmly attacked by others<a id="FNanchor_18" href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> from our side of the +ravine, whom we saw crossing and gradually +working their way up through the high corn, the +French as gradually retiring. On the right of +the lancers, two or three batteries kept up a continued +fire at our position; but their shot, which +could have been only 4-pounders, fell short—many +not even reaching across the ravine. Some, however, +did reach their destination; and we were particularly +plagued by their howitzer shells with +long fuses, which were continually falling about +us, and lay spitting and sputtering several seconds +before they exploded, to the no small annoyance of +man and horse. Still, however, nobody was hurt; +but a round-shot, striking the ammunition-boxes +on the body of one of our waggons, penetrated +through both and lodged in the back of the rear<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_301"></a>[301]</span> +one, with nearly half its surface to be seen from +without—a singular circumstance! In addition +to this front fire, we were exposed to another on +our left flank—the shot that passed over the main +ridge terminating their career with us. Having +little to occupy us here, we had ample leisure to +observe what was passing there. We could see +some corps at the end near us in squares—dark +masses, having guns between them, relieved from +a background of grey smoke, which seemed to +fill the valley beyond, and rose high in the air +above the hill. Every now and then torrents of +French cavalry of all arms came sweeping over +the ridge, as if carrying all before them. But, +after their passage, the squares were still to be seen +in the same places; and these gentry, who we +feared would next fall on us, would evaporate, +nobody could well say how. The firing still increased +in intensity, so that we were at a loss to +conjecture what all this could mean.</p> + +<p>About this time, being impatient of standing +idle, and annoyed by the batteries on the Nivelle +road, I ventured to commit a folly, for which I +should have paid dearly had our Duke chanced +to be in our part of the field. I ventured to disobey +orders, and open a slow deliberate fire at +the battery, thinking with my 9-pounders soon to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_302"></a>[302]</span> +silence his 4-pounders. My astonishment was +great, however, when our very first gun was responded +to by at least half-a-dozen gentlemen +of very superior calibre, whose presence I had +not even suspected, and whose superiority we +immediately recognised by their rushing noise +and long reach, for they flew far beyond us. I +instantly saw my folly, and ceased firing, and +they did the same—the 4-pounders alone continuing +the cannonade as before. But this was +not all. The first man of my troop touched was +by one of these confounded long shot. I shall +never forget the scream the poor lad gave when +struck. It was one of the last they fired, and +shattered his left arm to pieces as he stood between +the waggons. That scream went to my +very soul, for I accused myself as having caused +his misfortune. I was, however, obliged to conceal +my emotion from the men, who had turned +to look at him; so, bidding them “stand to their +front,” I continued my walk up and down, whilst +Hitchins ran to his assistance.</p> + +<p>Amidst such stirring scenes, emotions of this +kind are but of short duration; what occurred +immediately afterwards completely banished Gunner +Hunt from my recollection. As a counterbalance +to this tragical event, our firing produced<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_303"></a>[303]</span> +one so comic as to excite all our risibility. Two +or three officers had lounged up to our guns to +see the effect. One of them was a medico, and +<em>he</em> (a shower having just come on) carried an +umbrella overhead. No sooner did the heavy +answers begin to arrive amongst us than these +gentlemen, fancying they should be safer with their +own corps, although only a few yards in the rear, +scampered off in double-quick, doctor and all, he +still carrying his umbrella aloft. Scarcely, however, +had he made two paces when a shot, as he +thought, passing rather too close, down he dropped +on his hands and knees—or, I should rather say, +hand and knees, for the one was employed in +holding the silken cover most pertinaciously over +him—and away he scrambled like a great baboon, +his head turned fearfully over his shoulder, as if +watching the coming shot, whilst our fellows +made the field resound with their shouts and +laughter.</p> + +<p>I think I have already mentioned that it was +not until some days afterwards that I was able +to resume my regular journal, consequently that +everything relative to these three days is written +from memory. In trying to recollect scenes of +this nature, some little confusion is inevitable; +and here I confess myself somewhat puzzled to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_304"></a>[304]</span> +account for certain facts of which I am positive. +For instance, I remember perfectly Captain Bolton’s +brigade of 9-pounders being stationed to the +left of us, somewhat in advance, and facing as we +did, consequently not far from the Nivelle road. +Bolton came and conversed with me some time, +and was called hastily away by his battery commencing +a heavy fire. Query—Who, and what, +was he firing at? That he was himself under a +heavy fire there is equally no doubt, for whilst +we were not losing a man, we saw many, both of +his men and horses, fall, and but a few minutes +after leaving me, he was killed himself—this is a +puzzle. I have no recollection of any troops +attempting to cross the ravine, and yet his fire +was in that direction, and I think must have +been toward the Nivelle road. A distressing circumstance +connected with this (shall I confess it?) +made even more impression on my spirits than +the misfortune of Gunner Hunt. Bolton’s people +had not been long engaged when we saw the men +of the gun next to us unharness one of the horses +and chase it away, wounded, I supposed; yet the +beast stood and moved with firmness, going from +one carriage to the other, whence I noticed he +was always eagerly driven away. At last two or +three gunners drove him before them to a considerable<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_305"></a>[305]</span> +distance, and then returned to their +guns. I took little notice of this at the time, +and was surprised by an exclamation of horror +from some of my people in the rear. A sickening +sensation came over me, mixed with a deep +feeling of pity, when within a few paces of me +stood the poor horse in question, side by side +with the leaders of one of our ammunition-waggons, +against which he pressed his panting +sides, as though eager to identify himself as of +their society—the driver, with horror depicted on +every feature, endeavouring by words and gestures +(for the kind-hearted lad could not strike) +to drive from him so hideous a spectacle. A +cannon-shot had completely carried away the +lower part of the animal’s head, immediately +below the eyes. Still he lived, and seemed fully +conscious of all around, whilst his full, clear eye +seemed to implore us not to chase him from his +companions. I ordered the farrier (Price) to put +him out of misery, which, in a few minutes, he +reported having accomplished, by running his +sabre into the animal’s heart. Even <em>he</em> evinced +feeling on this occasion. Meantime the roar of +cannon and musketry in the main position never +slackened; it was intense, as was the smoke arising +from it. Amidst this, from time to time, was to be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_306"></a>[306]</span> +seen still more dense columns of smoke rising +straight into the air like a great pillar, then +spreading out a mushroom-head. These arose +from the explosions of ammunition-waggons, +which were continually taking place, although +the noise which filled the whole atmosphere was +too overpowering to allow them to be heard.</p> + +<p>Amongst the multitudes of French cavalry +continually pouring over the front ridge, one +corps came sweeping down the slope entire, and +was directing its course straight for us, when +suddenly a regiment of light dragoons (I believe +of the German Legion) came up from the ravine +at a brisk trot on their flank. The French had +barely time to wheel up to the left and push their +horses into a gallop, when the two bodies came in +<ins class="corr" id="tn-306" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'collison'"> +collision</ins>. They were at a very short distance from +us, so that we saw the charge perfectly. There +was no check, no hesitation, on either side; both +parties seemed to dash on in a most reckless +manner, and we fully expected to have seen a +horrid crash—no such thing! Each, as if by +mutual consent, opened their files on coming +near, and passed rapidly through each other, +cutting and pointing, much in the same manner +one might pass the fingers of the right hand +through those of the left. We saw but few fall.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_307"></a>[307]</span> +The two corps re-formed afterwards, and in a +twinkling both disappeared, I know not how or +where. It might have been about two o’clock +when Colonel Gould, R.A., came to me, perhaps +a little later. Be that as it may, we were conversing +on the subject of our situation, which +appeared to him rather desperate. He remarked +that in the event of a retreat, there was but one +road, which no doubt would be instantly choked +up, and asked my opinion. My answer was, “It +does indeed look very bad; but I trust in the +Duke, who, I am sure, will get us out of it somehow +or other.” Meantime gloomy reflections +arose in my mind, for though I did not choose to +betray myself (as we spoke before the men), yet +I could not help thinking that our affairs <em>were</em> +rather desperate, and that some unfortunate catastrophe +was at hand. In this case I made up +my mind to spike my guns and retreat over the +fields, draught-horses and all, in the best manner +I could, steering well from the highroad and +general line of retreat.</p> + +<p>We were still talking on this subject, when +suddenly a dark mass of cavalry appeared for an +instant on the main ridge, and then came sweeping +down the slope in swarms, reminding me of +an enormous surf bursting over the prostrate hull<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_308"></a>[308]</span> +of a stranded vessel, and then running, hissing +and foaming, up the beach. The hollow space +became in a twinkling covered with horsemen, +crossing, turning, and riding about in all directions, +apparently without any object. Sometimes +they came pretty near us, then would retire a +little. There were lancers amongst them, hussars, +and dragoons—it was a complete <i lang="fr">mêlée</i>. +On the main ridge no squares were to be seen; +the only objects were a few guns standing in a +confused manner, with muzzles in the air, and +not one artilleryman. After caracoling about for +a few minutes, the crowd began to separate and +draw together in small bodies, which continually +increased; and now we really apprehended being +overwhelmed, as the first line had apparently +been. For a moment an awful silence pervaded +that part of the position to which we anxiously +turned our eyes. “I fear all is over,” said Colonel +Gould, who still remained by me. The thing +seemed but too likely, and this time I could not +withhold my assent to his remark, for it did indeed +appear so. Meantime the 14th, springing from +the earth, had formed their square, whilst we, +throwing back the guns of our right and left +divisions, stood waiting in momentary expectation +of being enveloped and attacked. Still they<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_309"></a>[309]</span> +lingered in the hollow, when suddenly loud and +repeated shouts (not English hurrahs) drew our +attention to the other side. There we saw two +dense columns of infantry pushing forward at a +quick pace towards us, crossing the fields, as if +they had come from Merke Braine. Every one, +both of the 14th and ourselves, pronounced them +French, yet still we delayed opening fire on +them. Shouting, yelling, and singing, on they +came, right for us; and being now not above +800 or 1000 yards distant, it seemed folly allowing +them to come nearer unmolested. The +commanding officer of the 14th, to end our +doubts, rode forward and endeavoured to ascertain +who they were, but soon returned, assuring +us they were French. The order was already +given to fire, when, luckily, Colonel Gould recognised +them as Belgians. Meantime, whilst +my attention was occupied by these people, the +cavalry had all vanished, nobody could say how +or where.</p> + +<p>We breathed again. Such was the agitated +state in which we were kept in our second position. +A third act was about to commence of a +much more stirring and active nature.</p> + +<p>It might have been, as nearly as I can recollect, +about three <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, when Sir Augustus Frazer<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_310"></a>[310]</span> +galloped up, crying out, “Left limber up, and +as fast as you can.” The words were scarcely +uttered when my gallant troop stood as desired in +column of subdivisions, left in front, pointing towards +the main ridge. “At a gallop, march!” +and away we flew, as steadily and compactly as +if at a review. I rode with Frazer, whose face +was as black as a chimney-sweep’s from the +smoke, and the jacket-sleeve of his right arm +torn open by a musket-ball or case-shot, which +had merely grazed his flesh. As we went along, he +told me that the enemy had assembled an enormous +mass of heavy cavalry in front of the point to +which he was leading us (about one-third of the +distance between Hougoumont and the Charleroi +road), and that in all probability we should immediately +be charged on gaining our position. +“<em>The Duke’s orders, however, are positive,” he +added, “that in the event of their persevering +and charging home, you do not expose your men, +but retire with them into the adjacent squares of +infantry.</em>” As he spoke, we were ascending the +reverse slope of the main position. We breathed +a new atmosphere—the air was suffocatingly hot, +resembling that issuing from an oven. We were +enveloped in thick smoke, and, <i lang="fr">malgré</i> the incessant +roar of cannon and musketry, could distinctly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_311"></a>[311]</span> +hear around us a mysterious humming +noise, like that which one hears of a summer’s +evening proceeding from myriads of black beetles; +cannon-shot, too, ploughed the ground in all +directions, and so thick was the hail of balls and +bullets that it seemed dangerous to extend the +arm lest it should be torn off. In spite of the +serious situation in which we were, I could not +help being somewhat amused at the astonishment +expressed by our kind-hearted surgeon +(Hitchins), who heard for the first time this sort of +music. He was close to me as we ascended the slope, +and, hearing this infernal <i lang="fr">carillon</i> about his ears, +began staring round in the wildest and most comic +manner imaginable, twisting himself from side to +side, exclaiming, “My God, Mercer, what <em>is</em> that? +What <em>is</em> all this noise? How curious!—how +very curious!” And then when a cannon-shot +rushed hissing past, “<em>There!—there!</em> What <em>is</em> +it all?” It was with great difficulty that I persuaded +him to retire: for a time he insisted on +remaining near me, and it was only by pointing +out how important it was to us, in case of being +wounded, that he should keep himself safe to be +able to assist us, that I prevailed on him to +withdraw. Amidst this storm we gained the +summit of the ridge, strange to say, without<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_312"></a>[312]</span> +a casualty; and Sir Augustus, pointing out our +position between two squares of Brunswick infantry, +left us with injunctions to remember the +Duke’s order, and to <ins class="corr" id="tn-312" title="Transcriber’s Note—Original text: 'enconomise'"> +economise</ins> our ammunition. +The Brunswickers were falling fast—the +shot every moment making great gaps in their +squares, which the officers and sergeants were +actively employed in filling up by pushing their +men together, and sometimes thumping them ere +they could make them move. These were the +very boys whom I had but yesterday seen throwing +away their arms, and fleeing, panic-stricken, +from the very sound of our horses’ feet. To-day +they fled not bodily, to be sure, but spiritually, +for their senses seemed to have left them. There +they stood, with recovered arms, like so many +logs, or rather like the very wooden figures which +I had seen them practising at in their cantonments. +Every moment I feared they would +again throw down their arms and flee; but their +officers and sergeants behaved nobly, not only +keeping them together, but managing to keep +their squares closed in spite of the carnage made +amongst them. To have sought refuge amongst +men in such a state were madness—the very +moment our men ran from their guns, I was convinced, +would be the signal for their disbanding.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_313"></a>[313]</span> +We had better, then, fall at our posts than in +such a situation. Our coming up seemed to reanimate +them, and all their eyes were directed to +us—indeed, it was providential, for, had we not +arrived as we did, I scarcely think there is a +doubt of what would have been their fate.<a id="FNanchor_19" href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> Our +first gun had scarcely gained the interval between +their squares, when I saw through the +smoke the leading squadrons of the advancing +column coming on at a brisk trot, and already +not more than one hundred yards distant, if so +much, for I don’t think we could have seen so +far. I immediately ordered the line to be formed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_314"></a>[314]</span> +for action—<em>case-shot!</em> and the leading gun was +unlimbered and commenced firing almost as soon +as the word was given: for activity and intelligence +our men were unrivalled. The very first +round, I saw, brought down several men and +horses. They continued, however, to advance. I +glanced at the Brunswickers, and that glance told +me it would not do; they had opened a fire from +their front faces, but both squares appeared too +unsteady, and I resolved to say nothing about +the Duke’s order, and take our chance—a resolve +that was strengthened by the effect of the remaining +guns as they rapidly succeeded in coming +to action, making terrible slaughter, and in +an instant covering the ground with men and +horses. Still they persevered in approaching us +(the first round had brought them to a walk), +though slowly, and it did seem they would ride +over us. We were a little below the level of the +ground on which they moved—having in front of +us a bank of about a foot and a half or two feet +high, along the top of which ran a narrow road—and +this gave more effect to our case-shot, all of +which almost must have taken effect, for the carnage +was frightful.<a id="FNanchor_20" href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> I suppose this state of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_315"></a>[315]</span> +things occupied but a few seconds, when I observed +symptoms of hesitation, and in a twinkling, +at the instant I thought it was all over with +us, they turned to either flank and filed away +rapidly to the rear. Retreat of the mass, however, +was not so easy. Many facing about and +trying to force their way through the body of the +column, that part next to us became a complete +mob, into which we kept a steady fire of case-shot +from our six pieces. The effect is hardly +conceivable, and to paint this scene of slaughter +and confusion impossible. Every discharge was +followed by the fall of numbers, whilst the survivors +struggled with each other, and I actually saw +them using the pommels of their swords to fight +their way out of the <i lang="fr">mêlée</i>. Some, rendered desperate +at finding themselves thus pent up at the muzzles<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_316"></a>[316]</span> +of our guns, as it were, and others carried +away by their horses, maddened with wounds, +dashed through our intervals—few thinking of +using their swords, but pushing furiously onward, +intent only on saving themselves. At last the rear +of the column, wheeling about, opened a passage, +and the whole swept away at a much more rapid +pace than they had advanced, nor stopped until +the swell of the ground covered them from our +fire. We then ceased firing; but as they were +still not far off, for we saw the tops of their caps, +having reloaded, we stood ready to receive them +should they renew the attack.</p> + +<p>One of, if not the first man who fell on our +side was wounded by his own gun. Gunner +Butterworth was one of the greatest pickles in +the troop, but, at the same time, a most daring, +active soldier; he was No. 7 (the man who +sponged, &c.) at his gun. He had just finished +ramming down the shot, and was stepping back +outside the wheel, when his foot stuck in the +miry soil, pulling him forward at the moment the +gun was fired. As a man naturally does when +falling, he threw out both his arms before him, +and they were blown off at the elbows. He +raised himself a little on his two stumps, and +looked up most piteously in my face. To assist<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_317"></a>[317]</span> +him was impossible—the safety of all, everything, +depended upon not slackening our fire, and I was +obliged to turn from him. The state of anxious +activity in which we were kept all day, and the +numbers who fell almost immediately afterwards, +caused me to lose sight of poor Butterworth; +and I afterwards learned that he had succeeded +in rising and was gone to the rear; but on inquiring +for him next day, some of my people +who had been sent to Waterloo told me that they +saw his body lying by the roadside near the farm +of Mount St Jean—bled to death! The retreat +of the cavalry was succeeded by a shower of shot +and shells, which must have annihilated us had +not the little bank covered and threw most of +them over us. Still some reached us and knocked +down men and horses.</p> + +<p>At the first charge, the French column was +composed of grenadiers à cheval<a id="FNanchor_21" href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> and cuirassiers, +the former in front. I forget whether they had or +had not changed this disposition, but think, from +the number of cuirasses we afterwards found, that +the cuirassiers led the second attack. Be this as it +may, their column reassembled. They prepared<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_318"></a>[318]</span> +for a second attempt, sending up a cloud of skirmishers, +who galled us terribly by a fire of carbines +and pistols at scarcely 40 yards from our +front. We were obliged to stand with port-fires +lighted, so that it was not without a little difficulty +that I succeeded in restraining the people +from firing, for they grew impatient under such +fatal results. Seeing some exertion beyond words +necessary for this purpose, I leaped my horse up +the little bank, and began a promenade (by no +means agreeable) up and down our front, without +even drawing my sword, though these fellows +were within speaking distance of me. This +quieted my men; but the tall blue gentlemen, +seeing me thus dare them, immediately made a +target of me, and commenced a very deliberate +practice, to show us what very bad shots they +were and verify the old artillery proverb, “The +nearer the target, the safer you are.” One fellow +certainly made me flinch, but it was a miss; so I +shook my finger at him, and called him <i lang="fr">coquin</i>, +&c. The rogue grinned as he reloaded, and again +took aim. I certainly felt rather foolish at that +moment, but was ashamed, after such bravado, +to let him see it, and therefore continued my +promenade. As if to prolong my torment, he +was a terrible time about it. To me it seemed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_319"></a>[319]</span> +an age. Whenever I turned, the muzzle of his +infernal carbine still followed me. At length +bang it went, and whiz came the ball close to the +back of my neck, and at the same instant down +dropped the leading driver of one of my guns +(Miller), into whose forehead the cursed missile +had penetrated.</p> + +<p>The column now once more mounted the +plateau, and these popping gentry wheeled off +right and left to clear the ground for their charge. +The spectacle was imposing, and if ever the word +sublime was appropriately applied, it might surely +be to it. On they came in compact squadrons, +one behind the other, so numerous that those of +the rear were still below the brow when the head +of the column was but at some sixty or seventy +yards from our guns. Their pace was a slow but +steady trot. None of your furious galloping +charges was this, but a deliberate advance, at a +deliberate pace, as of men resolved to carry their +point. They moved in profound silence, and the +only sound that could be heard from them amidst +the incessant roar of battle was the low thunder-like +reverberation of the ground beneath the simultaneous +tread of so many horses. On our part +was equal deliberation. Every man stood steadily +at his post, the guns ready, loaded with a round-shot<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_320"></a>[320]</span> +first and a case over it; the tubes were in +the vents; the port-fires glared and sputtered behind +the wheels; and my word alone was wanting +to hurl destruction on that goodly show of +gallant men and noble horses. I delayed this, +for experience had given me confidence. The +Brunswickers partook of this feeling, and with +their squares—much reduced in point of size—well +closed, stood firmly, with arms at the recover, +and eyes fixed on us, ready to commence their +fire with our first discharge. It was indeed a +grand and imposing spectacle! The column<a id="FNanchor_22" href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> +was led on this time by an officer in a rich uniform, +his breast covered with decorations, whose +earnest gesticulations were strangely contrasted +with the solemn demeanour of those to whom +they were addressed. I thus allowed them to +advance unmolested until the head of the column +might have been about fifty or sixty yards from +us, and then gave the word, “Fire!” The effect +was terrible. Nearly the whole leading rank fell +at once; and the round-shot, penetrating the +column, carried confusion throughout its extent.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_321"></a>[321]</span> +The ground, already encumbered with victims of +the first struggle, became now almost impassable. +Still, however, these devoted warriors struggled +on, intent only on reaching us. The thing was +impossible. Our guns were served with astonishing +activity, whilst the running fire of the +two squares was maintained with spirit. Those +who pushed forward over the heaps of carcasses +of men and horses gained but a few paces in advance, +there to fall in their turn and add to the +difficulties of those succeeding them. The discharge +of every gun was followed by a fall of +men and horses like that of grass before the +mower’s scythe. When the horse alone was killed, +we could see the cuirassiers divesting themselves +of the encumbrance and making their escape on +foot. Still, for a moment, the confused mass (for +all order was at an end) stood before us, vainly +trying to urge their horses over the obstacles presented +by their fallen comrades, in obedience to +the now loud and rapid vociferations of him +who had led them on and remained unhurt. As +before, many cleared everything and rode through +us; many came plunging forward only to fall, +man and horse, close to the muzzles of our guns; +but the majority again turned at the very moment +when, from having less ground to go over, it<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_322"></a>[322]</span> +were safer to advance than retire, and sought a +passage to the rear. Of course the same confusion, +struggle amongst themselves, and slaughter +prevailed as before, until gradually they disappeared +over the brow of the hill. We ceased +firing, glad to take breath. Their retreat exposed +us, as before, to a shower of shot and shells: these +last, falling amongst us with very long fuses, +kept burning and hissing a long time before they +burst, and were a considerable annoyance to man +and horse. The bank in front, however, again +stood our friend, and sent many over us innocuous.</p> + +<p>Lieutenant Breton, who had already lost two +horses, and had mounted a troop-horse, was conversing +with me during this our leisure moment. +As his horse stood at right angles to mine, the +poor jaded animal dozingly rested his muzzle on +my thigh; whilst I, the better to hear amidst the +infernal din, leant forward, resting my arm between +his ears. In this attitude a cannon-shot +smashed the horse’s head to atoms. The headless +trunk sank to the ground—Breton looking pale +as death, expecting, as he afterwards told me, +that I was cut in two. What was passing to the +right and left of us I know no more about than +the man in the moon—not even what corps were<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_323"></a>[323]</span> +beyond the Brunswickers. The smoke confined +our vision to a very small compass, so that my +battle was restricted to the two squares and my +own battery; and, as long as we maintained our +ground, I thought it a matter of course that others +did so too. It was just after this accident that +our worthy commanding officer of artillery, Sir +George Adam Wood, made his appearance through +the smoke a little way from our left flank. As I +said, we were doing nothing, for the cavalry were +under the brow re-forming for a third attack, and +we were being pelted by their artillery. “D—n +it, Mercer,” said the old man, blinking as a man +does when facing a gale of wind, “you have hot +work of it here.” “Yes, sir, pretty hot;” and I +was proceeding with an account of the two +charges we had already discomfited, and the prospect +of a third, when, glancing that way, I perceived +their leading squadron already on the +plateau. “There they are again!” I exclaimed; +and, darting from Sir George <i lang="fr">sans cérémonie</i>, was +just in time to meet them with the same destruction +as before. This time, indeed, it was child’s +play. They could not even approach us in any +decent order, and we fired most deliberately; it +was folly having attempted the thing. I was +sitting on my horse near the right of my battery<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_324"></a>[324]</span> +as they turned and began to retire once more. +Intoxicated with success, I was singing out, +“Beautiful!—beautiful!” and my right arm was +flourishing about, when some one from behind, +seizing it, said quietly, “Take care, or you’ll strike +the Duke;” and in effect our noble chief, with +a serious air, and apparently much fatigued, +passed close by me to the front, without seeming +to take the slightest notice of the remnant of +the French cavalry still lingering on the ground. +This obliged us to cease firing; and at the same +moment I, perceiving a line of infantry ascending +from the rear, slowly, with ported arms, and uttering +a sort of feeble, suppressed hurrah—ankle-deep +in a thick tenacious mud, and threading +their way amongst or stepping over the numerous +corpses covering the ground, out of breath +from their exertions, and hardly preserving a line, +broken everywhere into large gaps the breadth +of several files—could not but meditate on the +probable results of the last charge had I, in +obedience to the Duke’s order, retired my men +into the squares and allowed the daring and formidable +squadrons a passage to our rear, where +they must have gone thundering down on this +disjointed line. The summit gained, the line was +amended, files closed in, and the whole, including<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_325"></a>[325]</span> +our Brunswickers, advanced down the slope +towards the plain.</p> + +<p>Although the infantry lost several men as they +passed us, yet on the whole the cannonade began +to slacken on both sides (why, I know not), and, +the smoke clearing away a little, I had now, for +the first time, a good view of the field. On the +ridge opposite to us dark masses of troops were +stationary, or moving down into the intervening +plain. Our own advancing infantry were hid +from view by the ground. We therefore recommenced +firing at the enemies’ masses, and the +cannonade, spreading, soon became general again +along the line. Whilst thus occupied with our +front, we suddenly became sensible of a most destructive +flanking fire from a battery which had +come, the Lord knows how, and established itself +on a knoll somewhat higher than the ground we +stood on, and only about 400 or 500 yards a little +in advance of our left flank. The rapidity and +precision of this fire were quite appalling. Every +shot almost took effect, and I certainly expected +we should all be annihilated. Our horses and +limbers, being a little retired down the slope, had +hitherto been somewhat under cover from the +direct fire in front; but this plunged right amongst +them, knocking them down by pairs, and creating<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_326"></a>[326]</span> +horrible confusion. The drivers could hardly extricate +themselves from one dead horse ere another +fell, or perhaps themselves. The saddle-bags, in +many instances, were torn from the horses’ backs, +and their contents scattered over the field. One +shell I saw explode under the two finest wheel-horses +in the troop—down they dropped. In some +instances the horses of a gun or ammunition-waggon +remained, and all their drivers were killed.<a id="FNanchor_23" href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> +The whole livelong day had cost us nothing like +this. Our gunners too—the few left fit for duty +of them—were so exhausted that they were unable +to run the guns up after firing, consequently at +every round they retreated nearer to the limbers; +and as we had pointed our two left guns towards +the people who were annoying us so terribly, they +soon came altogether in a confused heap, the +trails crossing each other, and the whole dangerously +near the limbers and ammunition-waggons, +some of which were totally unhorsed, and others in +sad confusion from the loss of their drivers and +horses, many of them lying dead in their harness +attached to their carriages. I sighed for my poor +troop—it was already but a wreck.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_327"></a>[327]</span></p> + +<p>I had dismounted, and was assisting at one of +the guns to encourage my poor exhausted men, +when through the smoke a black speck caught my +eye, and I instantly knew what it was. The conviction +that one never sees a shot coming towards you +unless directly in its line flashed across my mind, +together with the certainty that my doom was +sealed. I had barely time to exclaim “Here it is +then!”—much in that gasping sort of way one does +when going into very cold water takes away the +breath—“whush” it went past my face, striking +the point of my pelisse collar, which was lying +open, and smash into a horse close behind me. I +breathed freely again.</p> + +<p>Under such a fire, one may be said to have had +a thousand narrow escapes; and, in good truth, I +frequently experienced that displacement of air +against my face caused by the passing of shot +close to me; but the two above recorded, and a +third which I shall mention, were remarkable +ones, and made me feel in full force the goodness +of Him who protected me among so many dangers. +Whilst in position on the right of the second line, +I had reproved some of my men for lying down +when shells fell near them until they burst. Now +my turn came. A shell, with a long fuse, came +slop into the mud at my feet, and there lay fizzing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_328"></a>[328]</span> +and flaring, to my infinite discomfiture. After +what I had said on the subject, I felt that I must +act up to my own words, and, accordingly, there I +stood, endeavouring to look quite composed until +the cursed thing burst—and, strange to say, without +injuring me, though so near. The effect on my +men was good. We had scarcely fired many +rounds at the enfilading battery when a tall man +in the black Brunswick uniform came galloping +up to me from the rear, exclaiming, “Ah! mine +Gott!—mine Gott! vat is it you doos, sare? Dat is +your friends de Proosiens; an you kills dem! Ah, +mine Gott!—mine Gott! vill you no stop, sare?—vill +you no stop? Ah! mine Gott!—mine Gott! vat +for is dis? De Inglish kills dere friends de Proosiens! +Vere is de Dook von Vellington?—vere is +de Dook von Vellington? Oh, mine Gott!—mine +Gott!” &c. &c., and so he went on raving like +one demented. I observed that if these were our +friends the Prussians they were treating us very +uncivilly; and that it was not without sufficient +provocation we had turned our guns on them, +pointing out to him at the same time the bloody +proofs of my assertion. Apparently not noticing +what I said, he continued his lamentations, and, +“Vill you no stop, sare, I say?” Wherefore, +thinking he might be right, to pacify him I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_329"></a>[329]</span> +ordered the whole to cease firing, desiring him to +remark the consequences. <i lang="fr">Psieu, psieu, psieu</i>, +came our <em>friends’</em> shot, one after another; and our +friend himself had a narrow escape from one of +them. “Now, sir,” I said, “you will be convinced; +and we will continue our firing, whilst +you can ride round the way you came, and tell +them they kill their friends the English; the +moment their fire ceases, so shall mine.” Still he +lingered, exclaiming, “Oh, dis is terreebly to see +de Proosien and de Inglish kill vonanoder!” At +last darting off I saw no more of him.<a id="FNanchor_24" href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> The fire +continued on both sides, mine becoming slacker +and slacker, for we were reduced to the last extremity, +and must have been annihilated but for +the opportune arrival of a battery of Belgic artillery +a little on our left, which, taking the others<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_330"></a>[330]</span> +in flank nearly at point blank, soon silenced and +drove them off. We were so reduced that all our +strength was barely sufficient to load and fire +three guns out of our six.</p> + +<p>These Belgians were all beastly drunk, and, +when they first came up, not at all particular as +to which way they fired; and it was only by keeping +an eye on them that they were prevented +treating us, and even one another. The wretches +had probably already done mischief elsewhere—who +knows? My recollections of the latter part +of this day are rather confused; I was fatigued, +and almost deaf. I recollect clearly, however, +that we had ceased firing—the plain below being +covered with masses of troops, which we could +not distinguish from each other. Captain Walcot +of the horse-artillery had come to us, and we +were all looking out anxiously at the movements +below and on the opposite ridge, when he suddenly +shouted out, “Victory!—victory! they fly!—they +fly!” and sure enough we saw some of the +masses dissolving, as it were, and those composing +them streaming away in confused crowds over the +field, whilst the already desultory fire of their +artillery ceased altogether. I shall never forget +this joyful moment!—this moment of exultation! +On looking round I found we were left almost<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_331"></a>[331]</span> +alone. Cavalry and infantry had all moved forward, +and only a few guns here and there were +to be seen on the position. A little to our right +were the remains of Major M‘Donald’s troop under +Lieutenant Sandilands, which had suffered much, +but nothing like us. We were congratulating +ourselves on the happy results of the day, when +an aide-de-camp rode up, crying “<em>Forward, sir!—forward! +It is of the utmost importance that +this movement should be supported by artillery!</em>” +at the same time waving his hat much in the +manner of a huntsman laying on his dogs. I +smiled at his energy, and, pointing to the remains +of my poor troop, quietly asked, “<em>How, sir?</em>” +A glance was sufficient to show him the impossibility, +and away he went.</p> + +<p>Our situation was indeed terrible: of 200 fine +horses with which we had entered the battle, +upwards of 140 lay dead, dying, or severely +wounded. Of the men, scarcely two-thirds of +those necessary for four guns remained, and these +so completely exhausted as to be totally incapable +of further exertion. Lieutenant Breton had +three horses killed under him; Lieutenant Hincks +was wounded in the breast by a spent ball; Lieutenant +Leathes on the hip by a splinter; and +although untouched myself, my horse had no less<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_332"></a>[332]</span> +than eight wounds, one of which—a graze on the +fetlock joint—lamed him for ever. Our guns and +carriages were, as before mentioned, altogether +in a confused heap, intermingled with dead and +wounded horses, which it had not been possible +to disengage from them. My poor men, such at +least as were untouched, fairly worn out, their +clothes, faces, &c., blackened by the smoke and +spattered over with mud and blood, had seated +themselves on the trails of the carriages, or had +thrown themselves on the wet and polluted soil, +too fatigued to think of anything but gaining a +little rest. Such was our situation when called +upon to advance! It was impossible, and we +remained where we were. For myself, I was +also excessively tired—hoarse, to making speech +painful, and deaf from the infernal uproar of the +last eleven hours. Moreover, I was devoured by +a burning thirst, not a drop of liquid having +passed my lips since the evening of the 16th; +but although, with the exception of the chicken’s +leg last night, I may be said to have eaten nothing +for two whole days, yet did I not feel the least +desire for food.</p> + +<p>The evening had become fine, and but for an +occasional groan or lament from some poor +sufferer, and the repeated piteous neighing of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_333"></a>[333]</span> +wounded horses, tranquillity might be said to +reign over the field. As it got dusk, a large body +of Prussian artillery arrived, and formed their +bivouac near us. There was not light to see +more of them than that their brass guns were +kept bright, and that their carriages were encumbered +with baggage, and, besides, appeared but +clumsy machines when compared with ours. All +wore their greatcoats, which apparently they had +marched in. As they looked at us rather scowlingly, +and did not seem inclined to hold any +communication with us, I soon returned to my +own people, whom I found preparing to go +supperless to bed—the two remaining officers, +the non-commissioned officers and men having +all got together in a heap, with some painted +covers spread under and others drawn over +them—at a distance from our guns, &c., the +neighbourhood of which, they said, was too +horrible to think of sleeping there. For my part, +after standing all day amongst all these horrors, +I felt no squeamishness about sleeping amongst +them; so pulling down the painted cover of a +limber over the footboard in the manner of a +tent roof, I crept under it, and endeavoured to +sleep. The cramped situation in which I lay, +and the feverish excitement of my mind, forbade,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_334"></a>[334]</span> +however, my obtaining that sound and refreshing +sleep so much needed—I only dozed. From one +of these dozes I awoke about midnight, chilled +and cramped to death from the awkward doubled-up +position imposed upon me by my short and +narrow bed. So up I got to look around and +contemplate a battle-field by the pale moonlight. +The night was serene and pretty clear; a few +light clouds occasionally passing across the moon’s +disc, and throwing objects into transient obscurity, +added considerably to the solemnity of the +scene. Oh, it was a thrilling sensation thus to +stand in the silent hour of the night and contemplate +that field—all day long the theatre of noise +and strife, now so calm and still—the actors +prostrate on the bloody soil, their pale wan faces +upturned to the moon’s cold beams, which caps +and breastplates, and a thousand other things, +reflected back in brilliant pencils of light from +as many different points! Here and there some +poor wretch, sitting up amidst the countless dead, +busied himself in endeavours to stanch the flowing +stream with which his life was fast ebbing +away. Many whom I saw so employed that +night were, when morning dawned, lying stiff +and tranquil as those who had departed earlier. +From time to time a figure would half raise<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_335"></a>[335]</span> +itself from the ground, and then, with a despairing +groan, fall back again. Others, slowly and +painfully rising, stronger, or having less deadly +hurt, would stagger away with uncertain steps +across the field in search of succour. Many of +these I followed with my gaze until lost in the +obscurity of distance; but many, alas! after staggering +a few paces, would sink again on the +ground, probably to rise no more. It was heart-rending—and +yet I gazed! Horses, too, there +were to claim our pity—mild, patient, enduring. +Some lay on the ground with their entrails hanging +out, and yet they lived. These would occasionally +attempt to rise, but, like their human +bed-fellows, quickly falling back again, would +lift their poor heads, and, turning a wistful gaze +at their side, lie quietly down again, to repeat the +same until strength no longer remained, and then, +their eyes gently closing, one short convulsive +struggle closed their sufferings. One poor animal +excited painful interest—he had lost, I believe, +both his hind legs; and there he sat the long +night through on his tail, looking about, as if in +expectation of coming aid, sending forth, from +time to time, long and protracted melancholy +neighing. Although I knew that killing him at +once would be mercy, I could not muster courage<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_336"></a>[336]</span> +even to give the order. Blood enough I had +seen shed during the last six-and-thirty hours, +and sickened at the thought of shedding more. +There, then, he still sat when we left the ground, +neighing after us, as if reproaching our desertion +of him in the hour of need.</p> + +<p>The Prussian bivouac near at hand offered a +far different and more cheering scene. There all +was life and movement. Their handsome horses, +standing harnessed and tied to the carriages, sent +forth neighings of another character. Dark +forms moved amongst them; and by the bivouac-fires +sat figures that would have furnished studies +for a Salvator. Dark, brown, stern visages, rendered +still sterner by the long drooping mustache +that overshadowed the mouth, from which appended +their constant companion, the pipe. +Many there were, too, busily occupied with the +first great care of all animals—cooking, or eating +the mess already cooked. Save these I have +mentioned, no living being moved on the moon-lit +field; and as I cast up my eyes at the +lustrous lamp of heaven, I thought on the thousand +dear connections far, far away, on whose +peaceful dwelling it now looked down, their +inmates sleeping in tranquil security, ignorant as +yet of the fatal blow which had now for ever<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_337"></a>[337]</span> +severed them from those they loved, whose bodies +encumbered the ground around me. And here, +even here, what a contrast between this charnel-house +and the distant landscape within my ken! +Over it the same fair planet shed her mild beams, +illuminating its groves and yellow corn-fields, its +still and quiet villages, whose modest spires here +and there arose from the horizon—emblems of +peace, tranquillity, and repose. Long I continued +to gaze on this sad and solemn scene; and all +this slaughter, I said, to gratify the ambition of +one man, and that man—whom?—one who has +risen from a station humble as my own, has +already devastated Europe, and filled it with +blood and mourning—who only recently left +behind him 400,000 gallant men, a prey to the +sword and the intemperance of a northern clime—fearful +holocaust on the altar of that ambition!</p> + +<p>At length I again crept into my cell, and again +slept by fits and starts, until the first blush of +day reddened the eastern sky, and aroused us all +to new exertion. As I emerged from under my +cover a shudder crept over me, when the stronger +light of day enabled me to see the corpse of one +of my drivers lying mangled and bloody beneath +my lair.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_338"></a>[338]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<p class="noindent"><i>19th.</i>—The cool air of the morning lasted not +long; the rising sun soon burst in all his glory +over our bloody bivouac, and all nature arose into +renewed life, except the victims of ambition which +lay unconscious of his presence. I had not been +up many minutes when one of my sergeants came +to ask if they might bury Driver Crammond. +“And why particularly Driver Crammond?” +“Because he looks frightful, sir; many of us have +not had a wink of sleep for him.” Curious! I +walked to the spot where he lay, and certainly a +more hideous sight cannot be imagined. A cannon-shot +had carried away the whole head except +barely the visage, which still remained attached +to the torn and bloody neck. The men said they +had been prevented sleeping by seeing his eyes +fixed on them all night; and thus this one dreadful +object had superseded all the other horrors<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_339"></a>[339]</span> +by which they were surrounded. He was of +course immediately buried, and as immediately +forgotten. Our first care after this was to muster +the remaining force, to disentangle our carriages +from each other, and from the dead and dying +animals with which they were encumbered. Many +sound or only slightly-wounded horses, belonging +to different corps of both armies, were wandering +about the field. Of these we caught several in +the course of the morning, and thus collected, +with what remained of our own fit for work, sufficient +to horse four guns, three ammunition-waggons, +and the forge. Of men we had nearly +enough for these at reduced numbers, so we set +to work equipping ourselves without delay. Although +supplies of ammunition had been sent to +us during the action, yet little remained. The +expenditure had been enormous. A return had +been called for yesterday evening just as we were +lying down to rest, but, fatigued as we all were, it +was impossible to give this correctly. As near as +I could ascertain, we must have fired nearly 700 +rounds per gun. Our harness, &c., was so cut to +pieces, that but for the vast magazines around us +from which we could pick and choose, we should +never have got off the field. Soon after daybreak +an officer came from headquarters to desire me to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_340"></a>[340]</span> +send all my superfluous carriages to Lillois, where +a park was forming, and to inform me that a supply +of ammunition would be found in the village +of Waterloo. Accordingly the carriages were sent +without delay; but this requiring all the horses, +they were obliged to make a second trip for the +ammunition. Whilst this was doing I had leisure +to examine the ground in our immediate vicinity. +Books and papers, &c., covered it in all directions. +The books at first surprised me, but upon examination +the thing was explained. Each French +soldier, it appeared, carried a little accompt-book +of his pay, clothing, &c. &c. The scene was now +far from solitary; for numerous groups of peasants +were moving about busily employed stripping the +dead, and perhaps finishing those not quite so. +Some of these men I met fairly staggering under +the enormous load of clothes, &c., they had collected. +Some had firearms, swords, &c., and +many had large bunches of crosses and decorations; +all seemed in high glee, and professed unbounded +hatred of the French.</p> + +<p>I had fancied we were almost alone on the field, +seeing only the remains of Major Bull’s troop of +horse-artillery not far from us (the Prussians had +gone forward about, or a little before, daybreak); +but in wandering towards the Charleroi road I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_341"></a>[341]</span> +stumbled on a whole regiment of British infantry +fast asleep, in columns of divisions, wrapped in +their blankets, with their knapsacks for pillows. +Not a man was awake. There they lay in regular +ranks, with the officers and sergeants in their +places, just as they would stand when awake. +Not far from these, in a little hollow beneath a +white thorn, lay two Irish light-infantry men +sending forth such howlings and wailings, and +oaths and execrations, as were shocking to hear. +One of them had his leg shot off, the other a +thigh smashed by a cannon-shot. They were certainly +pitiable objects, but their vehement exclamations, +&c., were so strongly contrasted with the +quiet resolute bearing of hundreds, both French +and English, around them, that it blunted one’s +feelings considerably.</p> + +<p>I tried in vain to pacify them; so walked away +amidst a volley of abuse as a hardhearted wretch +who could thus leave two poor fellows to die like +dogs. What could I do? All, however, though +in more modest terms, craved assistance; and +every poor wretch begged most earnestly for +water. Some of my men had discovered a good +well of uncontaminated water at Hougoumont, +and filled their canteens; so I made several of +them accompany me and administer to the most<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_342"></a>[342]</span> +craving in our immediate vicinity. Nothing could +exceed their gratitude, or the fervent blessings +they implored on us for this momentary relief. +The French were in general particularly grateful; +and those who were strong enough, entered into +conversation with us on the events of yesterday, +and the probable fate awaiting themselves. All +the non-commissioned officers and privates agreed +in asserting that they had been deceived by their +officers and betrayed; and, to my surprise, almost +all of them reviled Buonaparte as the cause of their +misery. Many begged me to kill them at once, +since they would a thousand times rather die by +the hand of a soldier than be left at the mercy of +those villanous Belgic peasants. Whilst we stood +by them, several would appear consoled and become +tranquil; but the moment we attempted to +leave, they invariably renewed the cry, “<span lang="fr">Ah, +Monsieur, tuez moi donc! Tuez moi, pour l’amour +de Dieu!</span>” &c. &c. It was in vain I assured them +carts would be sent to pick them all up. Nothing +could reconcile them to the idea of being left. +They looked on us as brother soldiers, and knew +we were too honourable to harm them: “But the +moment you go, those vile peasants will first insult, +and then cruelly murder us.” This, alas! I +knew, was but too true. One Frenchman I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_343"></a>[343]</span> +found in a far different humour—an officer of +lancers, and desperately wounded; a strong square-built +man, with reddish hair and speckled complexion. +When I approached him he appeared +suffering horribly—rolling on his back, uttering +loud groans. My first impulse was to raise and +place him in a sitting posture; but, the moment +he was touched, opening his eyes and seeing me, +he became perfectly furious. Supposing he mistook +my intention, I addressed him in a soothing +tone, begging he would allow me to render him +what little assistance was in my power. This +only seemed to irritate him the more; and on my +presenting him the canteen with water, he dashed +it from him with such a passionate gesture and +emphatic “<i lang="fr">Non!</i>” that I saw there was no use +in teasing, and therefore reluctantly left him. +Returning towards our position, I was forcibly +struck by the immense heap of bodies of men +and horses which distinguished it even at a distance; +indeed, Sir Augustus Frazer told me the +other day, at Nivelles, that in riding over the +field, “<em>he could plainly distinguish the position of +G troop from the opposite height by the dark +mass which, even from that distance, formed a +remarkable feature in the field</em>.” These were +his very words. One interesting sufferer I had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_344"></a>[344]</span> +nearly forgotten. He was a fine young man of +the grenadiers à cheval, who had lain groaning +near us all night—indeed scarcely five paces from +my bed; therefore was the first person I visited +as soon as daylight came. He was a most interesting +person—tall, handsome, and a perfect +gentleman in manners and speech; yet his costume +was that of a private soldier. We conversed +with him some time, and were exceedingly pleased +with his mild and amiable address. Amongst +other things he told us that Marshal Ney had +led the charges against us. In this, however (if +we understood him rightly), he must have been +mistaken, since that Marshal is an infantry general. +Be that as it may, we all felt deeply interested +for our unfortunate prisoner, and did all in our +power for him, which consisted in kind words +and sending two careful men to lead him to the +village—a most painful undertaking, for we now +found that, besides one ball in the forehead, he +had received another in his right thigh, which, +together with his being barefooted, could not but +render his journey both tedious and painful.</p> + +<p>I now began to feel somewhat the effects of my +long fast in a most unpleasant sense of weakness +and an inordinate craving for food, which there +were no means of satisfying. My joy, then, may<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_345"></a>[345]</span> +be imagined when, returning to our bivouac, I +found our people returned from Lillois, and, better +still, that they had brought with them a quarter +of veal, which they had found in a muddy ditch, +of course in appearance then filthy enough. What +was this to a parcel of men who had scarcely eaten +a morsel for three days? In a trice it was cut up, +the mud having been scraped off with a sabre, a +fire kindled and fed with lance-shafts and musket-stocks; +and old Quartermaster Hall, undertaking +the cooking, proceeded to fry the dirty lumps +in the lid of a camp-kettle. How we enjoyed the +savoury smell! and, having made ourselves seats +of cuirasses,<a id="FNanchor_25" href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> piled upon each other, we soon had +that most agreeable of animal gratifications—the +filling our empty stomachs. Never was a meal more +perfectly military, nor more perfectly enjoyed.</p> + +<p>We had not yet finished our meal, when a +carriage drove on the ground from Brussels, the +inmates of which, alighting, proceeded to examine +the field. As they passed near us, it was amusing +to see the horror with which they eyed our +frightful figures; they all, however, pulled off +their hats and made us low bows. One, a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_346"></a>[346]</span> +smartly-dressed middle-aged man, in a high +cocked-hat, came to our circle, and entered into +conversation with me on the events of yesterday. +He approached holding a delicately white perfumed +handkerchief to his nose; stepping carefully +to avoid the bodies (at which he cast fearful +glances <i lang="fr">en passant</i>), to avoid polluting the glossy +silken hose that clothed his nether limbs. May +I be pardoned for the comparison: Hotspur’s +description of a fop came forcibly to my mind as +we conversed; clean and spruce, as if from a +bandbox, redolent of perfume, he stood ever and +anon applying the ’kerchief to his nose. I was +not leaning on my sword, but I arose to receive +him from my seat of armour, my hands and face +begrimed and blackened with blood and smoke—clothes +too. “I do remember when the fight was +done,” &c. &c. It came, as I said, forcibly to my +mind as I eyed my friend’s costume and sniffed +the sweet-scented atmosphere that hovered round +him. The perfumed handkerchief, in this instance, +held the place of Shakespeare’s “pouncet-box”—the +scene was pleasant to remember! With +a world of bows my man took leave, and proceeded, +picking his steps with the same care as +he followed the route of his companions in the +direction of Hougoumont.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_347"></a>[347]</span></p> + +<p>Having despatched our meal, and then the +ammunition-waggons to Waterloo, and leaving +the people employed equipping as best they +could, I set off to visit the Château likewise; for +the struggle that had taken place there yesterday +rendered it an object of interest. The same scene +of carnage as elsewhere characterised that part of +the field over which I now bent my steps. The +immediate neighbourhood of Hougoumont was +more thickly strewn with corpses than most +other parts of the field—the very ditches were +full of them. The trees all about were most +woefully cut and splintered, both by cannon-shot +and musketry. The courts of the Château presented +a spectacle more terrible even than any I +had yet seen. A large barn had been set on fire, +and the conflagration had spread to the offices, +and even to the main building. Here numbers, +both of French and English, had perished in the +flames, and their blackened swollen remains lay +scattered about in all directions. Amongst this +heap of ruins and misery many poor devils yet +remained alive, and were sitting up endeavouring +to bandage their wounds. Such a scene of +horror, and one so sickening, was surely never +witnessed.</p> + +<p>Two or three German dragoons were wandering<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_348"></a>[348]</span> +among the ruins, and many peasants. One +of the former was speaking to me when two of +the latter, after rifling the pockets, &c., of a dead +Frenchman, seized the body by the shoulders, +and, raising it from the ground, dashed it down +again with all their force, uttering the grossest +abuse, and kicking it about the head and face—revolting +spectacle!—doing this, no doubt, to +court favour with us. It had a contrary effect, +which they soon learned. I had scarcely uttered +an exclamation of disgust, when the dragoon’s +sabre was flashing over the miscreants’ heads, +and in a moment descended on their backs and +shoulders with such vigour that they roared +again, and were but too happy to make their +escape. I turned from such scenes and entered +the garden. How shall I describe the delicious +sensation I experienced!</p> + +<p>The garden was an ordinary one, but pretty—long +straight walks of turf overshadowed by fruit-trees, +and between these beds of vegetables, the +whole enclosed by a tolerably high brick wall. +Is it necessary to define my sensations? Is it +possible that I am not understood at once? Listen +then. For the last three days I have been in a +constant state of excitement—in a perfect fever. +My eyes have beheld nought but war in all its<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_349"></a>[349]</span> +horrors—my ears have been assailed by a continued +roar of cannon and cracking of musketry, +the shouts of multitudes and the lamentations of +war’s victims. Suddenly and unexpectedly I find +myself in solitude, pacing a green avenue, my +eyes refreshed by the cool verdure of trees and +shrubs; my ear soothed by the melody of feathered +songsters—yea, of sweet Philomel herself—and +the pleasing hum of insects sporting in the +genial sunshine. Is there nothing in this to excite +emotion? Nature in repose is always lovely: +here, and under such circumstances, she was delicious. +Long I rambled in this garden, up one +walk, down another, and thought I could dwell +here contented for ever. Nothing recalled the +presence of war except the loopholed wall and +two or three dead Guardsmen;<a id="FNanchor_26" href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> but the first +caused no interruption, and these last lay so concealed +amongst the exuberant vegetation of turnips +and cabbages, &c., that, after coming from the +field of death without, their pale and silent forms +but little deteriorated my enjoyment. The leaves<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_350"></a>[350]</span> +were green, roses and other flowers bloomed forth +in all their sweetness, and the very turf when +crushed by my feet smelt fresh and pleasant. +There was but little of disorder visible to tell of +what had been enacted here. I imagine it must +have been assailed by infantry alone; and the +havoc amongst the trees without made by our +artillery posted on the hill above to cover the +approach to it—principally, perhaps, by Bull’s +howitzer battery.</p> + +<p>I had satisfied my curiosity at Hougoumont, and +was retracing my steps up the hill, when my +attention was called to a group of wounded +Frenchmen by the calm, dignified, and soldier-like +oration addressed by one of them to the rest. I +cannot, like Livy, compose a fine harangue for +my hero, and, of course, I could not retain the +precise words, but the import of them was to exhort +them to bear their sufferings with fortitude; +not to repine, like women or children, at what +every soldier should have made up his mind to +suffer as the fortune of war, but, above all, to +remember that they were surrounded by Englishmen, +before whom they ought to be doubly careful +not to disgrace themselves by displaying such +an unsoldierlike want of fortitude. The speaker +was sitting on the ground, with his lance stuck<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_351"></a>[351]</span> +upright beside him—an old veteran, with a thick +bushy grizly beard, countenance like a lion—a +lancer of the Old Guard, and no doubt had fought +in many a field. One hand was flourished in the +air as he spoke, the other, severed at the wrist, +lay on the earth beside him; one ball (case-shot, +probably) had entered his body, another had +broken his leg. His suffering, after a night of +exposure so mangled, must have been great: yet +he betrayed it not. His bearing was that of a +Roman, or perhaps of an Indian warrior, and I could +fancy him concluding appropriately his speech in +the words of the Mexican king, “And I too; am +I on a bed of roses?” I could not but feel the +highest veneration for this brave man, and told +him so, at the same time offering him the only consolation +in my power—a drink of cold water, and +assurances that the waggons would soon be sent +round to collect the wounded. He thanked me +with a grace peculiar to Frenchmen, and eagerly +inquired the fate of their army. On this head I +could tell him nothing consolatory, so merely +answered that it had retired last night, and turned +the conversation to the events of yesterday. This +truly brave man spoke in most flattering terms of +our troops, but said they had no idea in the +French army we should have fought so obstinately,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_352"></a>[352]</span> +since it was generally understood that the English +Government had, for some inexplicable reason, +connived at Napoleon’s escape from Elba, and +therefore had ordered their army only to make a +show of resistance. After a very interesting conversation, +I begged his lance as a keepsake, observing +that it never could be of further use to him. +The old man’s eyes kindled as I spoke, and he +emphatically assured me that it would delight him +to see it in the hands of a brave soldier, instead of +being torn from him, as he had feared, by those +vile peasants. So I took my leave, and walked +away with the lance in my hand.<a id="FNanchor_27" href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> Ever since<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_353"></a>[353]</span> +my groom (Milward) has been transformed into +my lancer-orderly; and I propose, if ever I return +to England, consecrating it to the memory of the +interesting old hero. In passing Bull’s bivouac +it was my fate to witness another very interesting +scene. A wounded hussar had somehow or another +found his way there from another part of +the field, and, exhausted by the exertion, had just +fainted. Some of those collected round him cried +out for water, and a young driver, who, being +outside the throng, had not yet seen the sufferer, +seized a canteen, and ran away to fill it. Whilst +he was absent the hussar so far recovered as to be +able to sit up. The driver returned at this moment, +and, pushing aside his comrades, knelt +down to enable the hussar to drink, holding the +canteen to his lips, and in so doing recognised a +brother whom he had not seen for years! His +emotion was extreme, as may be supposed.</p> + +<p>On regaining my own bivouac I found the ammunition +arrived, and, what was still more satisfactory, +Mr Coates with his whole train of Flemish +waggons—our baggage and provisions. He +had got intelligence in time of the battle of Quatre +Bras and its results, and therefore altered his route +to meet us on our retreat. On approaching the +Charleroi road he had been swept away by the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_354"></a>[354]</span> +torrent of fugitives, and actually carried, <i lang="fr">malgré +lui</i>, beyond Brussels, some way on the road to +Antwerp, before he could succeed in disentangling +his train from the rabble rout, which he described +as exceeding all imagination. As he brought the +wherewithal, &c., of course his joining was hailed +with joy by every one.</p> + +<p>Since the order to send away my carriages I +had received none; but as my diminished troop +was completed as far as could be done here, I resolved +to move off this horrid place; and accordingly, +at three <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, we joyfully took to the Nivelles +road—by instinct, perhaps, for I knew nothing of +the movements of the army, nor by what road +they had gone forward.<a id="FNanchor_28" href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> About a mile or so +from the field I formed our bivouac for the night +in a sweet and wholesome orchard near the road, +with a turf-like velvet, and perfectly dry. This +in itself was a luxury; it was a luxury to breathe +pure uncontaminated air; it was a luxury to be +out of hearing of groans, cries, and lamentations. +This was not all. Mr Coates brought us a ham<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_355"></a>[355]</span> +and a cheese; the neighbouring farmhouse supplied +us with eggs, milk, and cider: so that in +due time we sat down to an excellent dinner, +seasoned with that sauce which no cook, however +<em>scientific</em>, has yet learned to equal—hunger. +Hilarity reigned at our board—if we may so +term the fresh turf at the foot of an apple-tree; +and over our grog and cigars we managed to pass +a most pleasant evening. Previously, I had caused +my servant to bring me a bucket of water, and +prepared myself for our repast by the enjoyment +of that first of luxuries, a thorough wash and +clean clothes. This was the first time I had undressed +since leaving Strytem—four whole days +and three whole nights. It may be imagined +with what joy I got rid of my bloody garments. +Like the birds, we all retired to rest with the +close of day, and the delicious sleep I enjoyed it +is impossible to describe.</p> + +<p><i>20th.</i>—Awoke early, and at first could not +imagine where I was. The cheerful sunbeams +were playing amongst the leaves and branches +overhead. The farmer’s people were moving out +with their cattle to commence their daily labours. +All was peace and rural tranquillity. The events +of the last four days passed across my recollection, +and I could for a moment scarcely believe<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_356"></a>[356]</span> +them other than a troubled dream; but I raised +myself on my elbow, and there was the battle-field, +still encumbered with the slain. Ah! there it +lay, bathed in the full blaze of sunshine. Starting +up, I roused our people, and would have immediately +recommenced the march, but upon +inquiry, found that, although the farriers had +worked throughout the night, they had not yet +completed the shoeing. It was ten o’clock before +they did so; and then we put ourselves in movement +on the road to Nivelles, amidst crowds of +stragglers, sutlers, &c., all pushing forward to +overtake the army. It was like the highroad to +some great fair. Every one appeared light-hearted, +and it was delight to leave <em>that</em> field +behind one.</p> + +<p>Arrived at the gate of Nivelles, we found such +a throng that there were no hopes of passing for +at least some hours. I therefore drew up my +troop in a pretty meadow by the roadside, where, +besides being out of the dust, we could enjoy the +cool shelter of the fine umbrageous elms by which +it was surrounded, and water and feed our cattle. +Mr Coates had preceded us and procured a fat cow, +which one of our men slaughtered and cut up; +and the meat being distributed, we were provided +with the needful wherever we might bivouac.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_357"></a>[357]</span> +Up to this point I had no orders, nor did I know +anything of the armies—English, Prussian, or +French. We knew, to be sure, that the latter +had been defeated on the 18th, and retired, followed +by the other two; but we had no notion +of the extent of the defeat, and therefore expected +to find them again in position. Here I expected +to get some information when I could get into the +town; but the gate still continued so choked with +waggons that it was impossible even for an individual +to enter except in turn.</p> + +<p>An order overtook us here to send back an +officer to take charge of the guns and carriages +we had left behind, until they could be rehorsed +and forwarded to us again. Lieutenant Hincks, +who rejoined us yesterday, being far from well, +and suffering much from his contusion, I with some +difficulty persuaded him to take this duty. On +the opposite side of the road was a neat house, +standing in a shrubbery, apparently deserted. +Some of my men, wandering into the yard, +discovered here three privates of the Guards. I +forget what account they gave of themselves, but +remember they complained of having eaten nothing +for three days. We gave them a lump of +beef and some bread, not reflecting at the time on +the strange circumstance of their being thus left<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_358"></a>[358]</span> +behind. I have since thought they remained +here with the intention of deserting as soon as +the coast was clear.</p> + +<p>At length I effected my own entrance into the +town, hoping to gain some information, or even +meet some one who could give me orders. The +first thing that struck me on passing the gates +was the contrast the present aspect of the streets +presented to that when we passed through on the +evening of the 16th. Then all was sadness, despair, +and lamentation; now all joy, confidence, +and revel. The countenance of every one you +met beamed exultation and triumph, Belgians +as well as English. Men came up with frankness, +took our hands, and paid us some compliment. +The women, by smiles and kind looks, testified +their sympathy; whilst the lower orders, in the +joy of their hearts, would slap one on the thigh, +<i lang="fr">en passant</i>, with an emphatic <span lang="fr">“Bon!” “Brave +garçon!” “Brave Anglais!” “Bon!”</span> Or, if a +number were collected at some corner, they would +demonstrate their feelings by a cheer of “<span lang="fr">Vivent +les Anglais!</span>” The numerous cafés and cabarets +(of which every door and window was open on +account of the oppressive heat) were crammed +with officers and soldiers of every arm and of +every nation, eating, drinking, swearing, singing,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_359"></a>[359]</span> +and smoking. Music of some sort increased the +<i lang="fr">bouhara</i> in most of them. In many private +houses, too, of the first appearance, large parties +of officers were regaling themselves; and even in +the streets many little assemblages of soldiers +were to be seen enjoying their pipes and their +beer in some shady corner. It was one complete +scene of festivity. The streets were, moreover, +crowded almost to suffocation with scattered soldiery: +columns on their march; long files of +country waggons laden with forage or provisions; +together with the pretty little, low, light baggage-waggons +of the German infantry, with their snow-white +tilts. Here quartermasters and their attendants +were running about chalking the doors +of the houses (the headquarters were here to-night) +with the names of those who were to take +up their temporary abode in them. “Lieutenant-Colonel +——” on one; “Deputy-Assistant-Adjutant-General” +on another; “1st company of such +a regiment” on another, and so on. Then several +commissaries (followed by a swarm of Flemish +waggoners) hurry along in search of the Magazin +des Fourrages. Further on, officers of the general +staff are arranging the march of troops. Suddenly +a loud shout announces something extraordinary +even on this day of excitement. Every<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_360"></a>[360]</span> +one hurries to the spot, pushing each other, jumping, +shouting. “What can it mean?” I inquired. +“<span lang="fr">Monsieur l’Officiere, c’est un convoi des prisonniers +que vient d’arriver,</span>” replied my man, doffing +at the same time his <i lang="fr">bonnet de nuit</i> and making +a most respectful salaam. I stopped to see the +convoy pass. The prisoners, dressed in grey <i lang="fr">capôtes</i> +and <i lang="fr">bonnets de fourrage</i>, march steadily on. +Some <i lang="fr">vieux moustaches</i> look very grave, and cast +about furious glances at the noisy crowd which +follows them with the perseverance of a swarm of +mosquitoes, <i lang="fr">sacréeing</i> and venting all kind of illiberal +abuse on them and their b—— of an Emperor. +Many, however, younger men, laugh, joke, and +return their abuse with interest, whilst the soldiers +of the escort (English) march doggedly along, +pushing aside the more forward of the throng, +and apparently as if only marching round a relief. +The crowd passed on, and so did I, until, meeting +some of our own people, I learned that Sir Augustus +Frazer was here, and soon after found out his +billet. To find one’s self in a quiet, genteel, well-furnished +room, after such scenes of bustle, &c., as +had occupied our last few days, is a pleasing +change. Exactly such was that in which I found +Sir Augustus engaged with his adjutant. He +was in his slippers; his writing materials were<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_361"></a>[361]</span> +arranged on the table, and on another were some +books and maps. The open windows looked into +a little shady garden gay with flowers and flowering +shrubs. There was an air of cheerfulness, of +home and home’s comfort, about the place that +was quite refreshing. My visit was necessarily a +short one. I learned much more of our battle +and its consequences than I had known before, +and that I had better push on with the crowd +until I got orders, or fell in with Lord Edward +Somerset’s division. Frazer and Bell told me +many flattering things about G troop, and considered +it a certainty that I should get the brevet—<i lang="fr">nous +verrons</i>!</p> + +<p>Quitting them, I plunged again into the crowd +and fought my way towards the gate by which I +had entered, but was agreeably surprised at meeting +my people in the street, Newland having +pushed on the moment he observed the crowd at +the gate get somewhat thinner. Traversing the +town with our carriages proved a tedious operation; +for in addition to what I before found to +struggle with, we now fell in with an endless +column of Belgic infantry marching the same +route as ourselves—a most annoying obstruction. +The march of these people was a sort of triumphal +procession: colours displayed; bands, with their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_362"></a>[362]</span> +clattering jangling cymbals, making a most +martial noise; officers and men prancing along +with short quick steps, bended knees, and stamping +the pavement as if they wished to break holes +in it, swaggering like turkey-cocks, and trying to +appear indifferent, which was belied by the frequent +upward glances at the fair dames in the +windows, who certainly were doing all they could +to blow up the vanity of these their brave countrymen +by throwing out flowers on them, waving +of handkerchiefs, clapping of hands, and faintly +crying “Viva!”</p> + +<p>We crept along the flank of this column of +heroes, unnoticed and unknown, and soon after, +clearing the Porte de Binche, got ahead and clear +of them. The road was almost as much crowded +as the streets of Nivelles, and I found it useless to +expect to make rapid progress. For the first few +miles the country was prettily wooded and interspersed +with villages and neat houses; but then +it began to get less wooded, less thickly inhabited, +and in every way less interesting. Continued +struggling on until towards evening, when our +adjutant (Bell) overtook me with a little scrap of +paper, on which was an order for me to bivouac +either at Rœulx or Binche; but as we could not +very well learn where these places were, and no<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_363"></a>[363]</span> +guide was to be procured, and the evening began +to close in, I determined on halting on a high and +rather exposed piece of ground where we then +happened to be. The bivouac was badly chosen—no +water near, no house near, no wood near, no +shelter of any kind near, and we were somehow +all cross and out of humour. Set the men to +work, scrubbing and cleaning appointments, this +being the first opportunity of so doing. Went to +sleep at nightfall. I think the nearest village to +us was Haine. Some rustics who came to gape +at us from a neighbouring farm told us that the +King of Westphalia and another French general +had passed the night of the 18th there with a few +attendants, but that early on the morning of the +19th they had departed in a great hurry, evidently +afraid of being overtaken.</p> + +<p><i>21st.</i>—Paraded early, and, considering all +things, tolerably clean and neat. Descended to +a lower country, equally dismal and uninteresting, +without the one advantage which the other +possesses—viz., that of commanding a distant +prospect, always more or less pleasing. At noon +arrived in the neighbourhood of Mons, where we +overtook the Greys, Inniskillings, Ross’s troop of +Horse-Artillery, and several other corps, both of +cavalry and infantry. We had, in short, now<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_364"></a>[364]</span> +rejoined the army. The Greys and the Inniskillings +were mere wrecks—the former, I think, +did not muster 200 men, and the latter, with no +greater strength, presented a sad spectacle of +disorganisation and bad discipline; they had lost +more than half their appointments. Some had +helmets, some had none; many had the skull-cap, +but with the crest cut or broken off; some +were on their own large horses, others on little +ones they had picked up; belts there were on +some; many were without, not only belts, but also +canteens and havresacks. The enemy surely had +not effected in a single day so complete a disorganisation, +and I shrewdly suspect these rollicking +Paddies of having mainly <em>spoilt</em> themselves. +The other corps all looked remarkably well, +although they, too, had partaken in the fight. +We overtook these corps about a mile from Mons, +on a hill, whence that place, with its old fortifications, +looked venerable and picturesque. Descending +thence, the road crossed a broad, flat, +marshy piece of ground, which appeared nearly, +if not entirely, to surround the place. Here our +further progress was obstructed by a number of +trees felled across the road, and forming a sort of +abatis, and we were consequently obliged to +make a detour through the meadows, and cross a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_365"></a>[365]</span> +rivulet by (I think the Trouille) a mill-dam, over +which the cavalry were obliged to file. This +rendered it a very tedious operation; and that +part where at the mill we had to pass our guns, +&c., over a bridge of planks barely broad enough, +was a rather ticklish one. We crossed after the +Greys, and came with them on the main road to +Maubeuge at the moment a Highland regiment +(perhaps the 92d), which had come through Mons, +was passing. The moment the Highlanders saw +the Greys an electrifying cheer burst spontaneously +from the column, which was answered as +heartily; and on reaching the road the two +columns became blended for a few minutes—the +Highlanders running to shake hands with their +brave associates in the late battle. This little +burst of feeling was delightful—everybody felt +it; and although two or three general officers +were present, none interfered to prevent or to +censure this breach of discipline. A few hundred +yards further on I found Lord Edward Somerset, +with his brigade, formed in a field of clover by +the roadside; and now, for the <em>first time</em>, I +reported myself to him, and requested orders. +These were simply to proceed straight to Malplaquet, +and there bivouac for the night. Accordingly +I continued my route independent as heretofore<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_366"></a>[366]</span> +of my brigade. Nothing could be more +horridly uninteresting than this country. Well +cultivated, yet no habitations, or very few—no +enclosures, or rather no hedges, there being banks +to some of the fields; no trees, and hills just high +enough to prevent an extended view, without +adding one jot of beauty to the landscape. Most +dismal country! To add to our wretchedness, +the clouds which had been collecting all the morning +began to drop their contents, so, snugging +ourselves under our cloaks, on we jogged sulkily +enough. We had left the great Chaussée de +Maubeuge, and had been marching some time on +a cross-road, occasionally confined between bare +banks—not such ramparts as one sees in the +county of Cork, but low clay banks about knee-high, +with the ditch whence the material has +been taken. In this way we had reached a point +where a greater elevation of the ground allowed +some scope of vision; and when emerging from +between the banks, we came on something like +a heath, bordered on one side by a large wood. +Here an assemblage of rustics appeared awaiting +us. Their principal object, no doubt, was to gaze +at the strangers; but they gave themselves +infinite trouble to make us comprehend that we +were about to cross the frontier and enter on the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_367"></a>[367]</span> +soil of France. Drawing a long line in the mud, +right across the road, and vociferating altogether, +<span lang="fr">“Ici, monsieur!” “Voila, monsieur!” “Regardez, +monsieur!” “C’est ici, monsieur, que vous entrez +en la France!”</span> and when we crossed their line, +they grinned and jumped about like so many +monkeys. I could not divine what pleasure they +derived from seeing strangers violate the sacred +territory, nor what could induce the energetic +“<span lang="fr">Voici, monsieur, la France, voilà la Belgique!</span>” +which they roared in chorus. How different +would have been the feelings and actions of +Englishmen on a similar occasion! Frenchmen, +however, draw amusement from everything—even +misfortune. But did they look upon our +invasion as a misfortune? From what I have +seen of these people, it appears very doubtful +whether they care a farthing who reigns over +them. Be that as it may, we undoubtedly entered +France amidst cheers and greetings of the +populace.</p> + +<p>Soon after this we arrived at Malplaquet without +being able to see it—the truth is, that it +consists of a number of large farm-houses, &c., +all standing isolated, and surrounded by thick +orchards. In one of these we established our +bivouac. A beggarly-looking old house, built<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_368"></a>[368]</span> +of wattles, plastered with clay (which in many +places had fallen off), windows without glass, +and doorways without doors, stood in one +corner of our orchard, and as this was very +cheerless from the heavy rain, we agreed to do +comfortable and dine in the <em>house</em>. Accordingly, +our prog and materials were conveyed thither, +and the dame was desired to make a fire in her +best <i lang="fr">salon</i>; yet, after all, it was a matter of +doubt whether we should not have been more +comfortable under the apple-trees, barring the +droppings. The place was a perfect picture of +misery; rooms disgustingly filthy, and besides, +blackened with smoke; floor of earth, broken +into all sorts of holes and inequalities; ceiling +of loose planks and full of large holes, as were +the partitions; furniture—a rickety table, two +or three as rickety chairs, and a sort of chest of +walnut, serving the place of a chest of drawers, +black as ebony from age and dirt. The mistress, +a grown-up daughter, and three or four young +children, were the only inmates of this wretched +mansion we saw—filthy as their dwelling, their +clothes all in rags, and without shoe or stocking. +These poor creatures were so alarmed at us that +they scarcely seemed to know what they were +doing. Our dinner, of course, was none of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_369"></a>[369]</span> +most comfortable; but some hot grog and cigars +afterwards put us all in good-humour, and we +passed the evening admirably. In due time we +retired to the nests our servants had provided for +us in the orchard, and I was soon sound asleep, +but was aroused about two o’clock by the sergeant-major, +with a lantern in one hand and a +paper in the other, which a dragoon had just +brought from headquarters. This was an order +to march at four <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> Raining hard.</p> + + +<p class="p4 pfs80">END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.</p> + + +<p class="p4 pfs60">PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS, EDINBURGH.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"></div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h2>FOOTNOTES:</h2> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> The port of Ostend is what people usually term a “dry harbour.” +It is dry at low tide, but the flood brings in about 16 or +18 feet water.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> <i>Ghistel</i>, according to the map of Maillart, &c.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="label">[3]</a> The Church of Notre Dame ceased to be a cathedral 1801, +when it was united to the diocese of Ghent.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_4" href="#FNanchor_4" class="label">[4]</a> M‘Donald’s troop had arrived ten days before us.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_5" href="#FNanchor_5" class="label">[5]</a> La Folle Marguerite (?), 18 feet long and 3 feet in diameter, +near the Marché de Vendredi; it is called the Mannekens Aert. +It is named after a Countess of Flanders celebrated for the +violence of her temper. It is also designated the Wonder of +Ghent, is made of malleable iron, and, according to another account, +was used by Philip Van Arteveldt at the siege of Oudenarde +in 1382.—Quin’s ‘Moselle,’ &c., vol. i. p. 160.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_6" href="#FNanchor_6" class="label">[6]</a> The moat supplied us daily a dish of very fine carp, and the +gardener’s sons occasionally shot us a hare or two.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_7" href="#FNanchor_7" class="label">[7]</a> Such crops I never before saw, particularly those vividly-green +crops of <i lang="fr">trèf</i>, which really appeared so thick that one might +walk on them without sinking to the ground. But to me the +height attained by the rye was most astonishing. In one field +which I rode through nearly every day, it was as high as my +head, when mounted on my little horse Cossack, about 14¾ hands +high, so that it could not have been less than 7 or 8 feet, the +ears remarkably full and looking well.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_8" href="#FNanchor_8" class="label">[8]</a> The <em>captains were</em>—viz., Lieutenant-Colonel Sir Hew D. Ross, +Major Bull, —— Ramsay, Lieutenant-Colonel W. Smyth, Major +M‘Donald, Captain Mercer.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_9" href="#FNanchor_9" class="label">[9]</a> The Duke of Wellington was so indifferent to the manner +in which officers dressed, that they indulged in all sorts of fancies. +I remember, at this inspection, Ramsay wore the light-cavalry +belt instead of a sash; Bull wore beard and mustache; so did +Newland; I wore the mustache. The usual dress of hussars +was frock-coat open, with a red waistcoat richly laced with gold. +At that time our regimental pantaloons were <em>pepper-and-salt</em>, with +straps of brown leather inside the legs and round the bottom, and +a red stripe down outside seam.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_10" href="#FNanchor_10" class="label">[10]</a> A report <em>was</em> sent to Brussels, but it never reached the Duke, +for the simple people went in the first instance to Sir G. Wood, +and there it was strangled.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_11" href="#FNanchor_11" class="label">[11]</a> We had been ordered nearly a fortnight ago to keep this +quantity ready, and the hay rolled, &c. &c.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_12" href="#FNanchor_12" class="label">[12]</a> I believe this is the Bois de la Houssier.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_13" href="#FNanchor_13" class="label">[13]</a> Sir Hussey Vivian’s, I believe.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_14" href="#FNanchor_14" class="label">[14]</a> These appear to have been the cuirassiers of Milhaud, together +with the light cavalry of the corps commanded by Count Lobau, +sent to assist Ney in his attack on Quatre Bras.—See O’Meara’s +‘Translation of Memoir of Napoleon,’ lib. ix. cap. v. p. 109.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_15" href="#FNanchor_15" class="label">[15]</a> That this was Napoleon we have the authority of General +Gourgand, who states that, irritated at the delay of Marshal Ney, +he put himself at the head of the chasseurs (I think), and dashed +forward in the hope of yet being able to catch our rear-guard.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_16" href="#FNanchor_16" class="label">[16]</a> This was the spot where Picton fell on the morrow, and in +this hedge was the so well-known Wellington Tree.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_17" href="#FNanchor_17" class="label">[17]</a> The light cavalry of the 2d Corps formed in three lines +across the causeway from Nivelle, &c., nearly at the height of the +first woods at Hougoumont, scouring all the plain by the left, and +having main guards near Braine le Leude, and its battery of light +artillery on the causeway of Nivelle.—‘Memoir of Napoleon,’ lib. +ix. cap. vi. p. 134; O’Meara’s Translation.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_18" href="#FNanchor_18" class="label">[18]</a> I believe Jägers of the Hanoverian corps.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_19" href="#FNanchor_19" class="label">[19]</a> One day, on the Marine Parade at Woolwich, a battalion +coming up in close column at the double march, Lieutenant-Colonel +Brown, who stood near me, remarked, “That puts me in +mind of your troop coming up at Waterloo, when you <em>saved</em> the +Brunswickers.” Until this moment I never knew that our having +done so had been remarked by anybody; but he assured me it +was known to the whole army; and yet the Duke not only +withheld that praise which was our due, but refused me the +brevet rank of major; and, more than that, actually deprived me +of that troop given to me by Lord Mulgrave, the then Master-General, +<em>for</em> that action, as recommended by my commanding +officer, Sir G. Adams Wood.</p> + +<p>That the Duke was not ignorant of their danger I have from +Captain Baynes, our Brigade-Major, who told me that after Sir +Augustus Frazer had been sent for us, his Grace exhibited considerable +anxiety for our coming up; and that when he saw us crossing +the fields at a gallop, and in so compact a body, he actually +cried out, “Ah! that’s the way I like to see horse-artillery move.” +Another proof.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_20" href="#FNanchor_20" class="label">[20]</a> The following extract, from a related account of a conscript, +translated from the French and published by Murray, is so true +and exact as to need no comment:—“Through the smoke I saw +the English gunners abandon their pieces, all but six guns stationed +under the road, and almost immediately our cuirassiers +were upon the squares, whose fire was drawn in zig-zags. Now, I +thought, those gunners would be cut to pieces; but no, the devils +kept firing with grape, which mowed them down like grass.” It +is pleasant, after all, to find we were observed and spoken of as +we deserved, though not by those who ought to have done it. I +may here mention that Sir James Shaw Kennedy in his book is, +I think, mistaken in saying that the Brunswickers were saved by +Major Bull’s and Captain Mercer’s batteries, since after the usual +interval on the right of the Brunswick square occurred one of +English and then Major Bull’s battery, and the front of the French +attacking column was only equal to our own.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_21" href="#FNanchor_21" class="label">[21]</a> These grenadiers à cheval were very fine troops, clothed +in blue uniforms without facings, cuffs, or collars. Broad, very +broad buff belts, and huge muff caps, made them appear gigantic +fellows.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_22" href="#FNanchor_22" class="label">[22]</a> Gourgand says:—“<span lang="fr">Cette division de deux mille grenadiers +à cheval, et dragons tous gens d’élite, s’étaient engagés sur le +plateau, sans l’ordre de l’Empereur,</span>” &c. &c.—P. 88., ed. London. +He speaks of the cavalry of reserve of the Guard. Could these be +the people?</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_23" href="#FNanchor_23" class="label">[23]</a> “The field was so much covered with blood, that it appeared +as if it had been flooded with it,” &c.—Simpson’s ‘Paris after +Waterloo,’ &c., p. 21.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_24" href="#FNanchor_24" class="label">[24]</a> At one time I thought this a French <i lang="fr">ruse de guerre</i>. I remember +the man perfectly, with his silver arrow and chain attached +to his black shoulder-belt. In Sir John Sinclair’s ‘Translation +of Baron Muffling’s Account,’ London, 1816, and at p. 29, +I find that about 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, whilst the cuirassiers, after charging +through the 1st British line, were roaming over the interval between +it and the 2d, “the enemy advanced a battalion on the +plain of the platform, at hardly 500 yards’ distance from the position, +so as, perhaps, to establish his infantry on this side of the +little wood of Hougoumont and in La Haye Sainte.” Could this +have been the one? At p. 35 he says, “The shot from Bulow’s +artillery reached the British, and the Duke was obliged to send +notice of it.” Query—Did the Duke observe this himself, or was +it communicated to him by my black hussar?</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_25" href="#FNanchor_25" class="label">[25]</a> Here were more cuirasses than men; for the wounded (who +could move), divesting themselves of its encumbrance, had made +their escape, leaving their armour on the ground where they had +fallen.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_26" href="#FNanchor_26" class="label">[26]</a> In some accounts of the battle, and visits to the field, &c., it +has been stated that this garden was a scene of slaughter. Totally +untrue! As I have stated in the text, I did not see above two or +three altogether. There certainly might have been more concealed +amongst the vegetation, but they could not have been +many.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_27" href="#FNanchor_27" class="label">[27]</a> During the remainder of the campaign Milward carried it; +and on returning to England I even rode into Canterbury followed +by my lancer—a novelty in those days. Whilst in retirement on +half-pay, it was suspended in my library; but on going to America +in 1823 I deposited it in the Rotunda at Woolwich. On my return +in 1829 the lance was gone. In 1823 or 1824 it seems Lieutenant-Colonel +Vandaleur, of the 9th Lancers, came to Woolwich to look +for a model. Mine pleased him, and he took it to St John’s +Wood Riding-House, where it was tried against others in presence +of the Duke of York, and approved of as a model for arming the +British lancers. After a long hunt I at last found it at the Enfield +manufactory, spoilt completely, the iron-work and thong taken off, +and flag gone. It cost me a long correspondence with the Board +before I succeeded in getting it restored and put together. When +I received it from him who had so long wielded it, the flag was +dyed in blood, the blade notched, and also stained with blood; +inside the thong was cut Clement, VII., probably the number of his +troop. 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