Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume I Part 55
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"Pa.s.s it round here. Really this is pleasant."
"My blessing on the man who left that vista yonder! See what a glorious valley stretches out there, undulating in its richness; and look at those dark trees, where just one streak of soft sunlight is kissing their tops, giving them one chaste good-night--"
"Well done, Power!"
"Confound you, you've pulled me short, and I was about becoming downright pastoral. Apropos of kissing, I understand Sir Arthur won't allow the convents to be occupied by troops."
"And apropos of convents," said I, "let's hear your story; you promised it a while ago."
"My dear Charley, it's far too early in the evening for a story. I should rather indulge my poetic fancies here, under the shade of melancholy boughs; and besides, I am not half screwed up yet."
"Come, Adjutant, let's have a song."
"I'll sing you a Portuguese serenade when the next bottle comes in. What capital port! Have you much of it?"
"Only three dozen. We got it late last night; forged an order from the commanding officer and sent it up to old Monsoon,--'for hospital use.' He gave it with a tear in his eye, saying, as the sergeant marched away, 'Only think of such wine for fellows that may be in the next world before morning! It's a downright sin!'"
"I say, Power, there's something going on there."
At this instant the trumpet sounded "boot and saddle," and like one man the whole ma.s.s rose up, when the scene, late so tranquil, became one of excited bustle and confusion. An aide-de-camp galloped past towards the river, followed by two orderly sergeants; and the next moment Sparks rode up, his whole equipment giving evidence of a hurried ride, while his cheek was deadly pale and haggard.
Power presented to him a goblet of sherry, which, having emptied at a draught, he drew a long breath, and said, "They are coming,--coming in force!"
"Who are coming?" said Power. "Take time, man, and collect yourself."
"The French! I saw them a devilish deal closer than I liked. They wounded one of the orderlies and took the other prisoner."
"Forward!" said a hoa.r.s.e voice in the front. "March! trot!" And before we could obtain any further information from Sparks, whose faculties seemed to have received a terrific shock, we were once more in the saddle, and moving at a brisk pace onward.
Sparks had barely time to tell us that a large body of French cavalry occupied the pa.s.s of Berar, when he was sent for by General Cotton to finish his report.
"How frightened the fellow is!" said Hixley.
"I don't think the worse of poor Sparks for all that," said Power. "He saw those fellows for the first time, and no bird's-eye view of them either."
"Then we are in for a skirmish, at least," said I.
"It would appear not, from that," said Hixley, pointing to the head of the column, which, leaving the high road upon the left, entered the forest by a deep cleft that opened upon a valley traversed by a broad river.
"That looks very like taking up a position, though," said Power.
"Look,--look down yonder!" cried Hixley, pointing to a dip in the plain beside the river. "Is there not a cavalry picket there?"
"Right, by Jove! I say, Fitzroy," said Power to an aide-de-camp as he pa.s.sed, "what's going on?"
"Soult has carried Oporto," cried he, "and Franchesca's cavalry have escaped."
"And who are these fellows in the valley?"
"Our own people coming up."
In less than half an hour's brisk trotting we reached the stream, the banks of which were occupied by two cavalry regiments advancing to the main army; and what was my delight to find that one of them was our own corps, the 14th Light Dragoons!
"Hurra!" cried Power, waving his cap as he came up. "How are you, Sedgewick? Baker, my hearty, how goes it? How is Hampton and the colonel?"
In an instant we were surrounded by our brother officers, who all shook me cordially by the hand, and welcomed me to the regiment with most gratifying warmth.
"One of us," said Power, with a knowing look, as he introduced me; and the freemasonry of these few words secured me a hearty greeting.
"Halt! halt! Dismount!" sounded again from front to rear; and in a few minutes we were once more stretched upon the gra.s.s, beneath the deep and mellow moonlight, while the bright stream ran placidly beside us, reflecting on its calm surface the varied groups as they lounged or sat around the blazing fires of the bivouac.
CHAPTER XLIV.
THE BIVOUAC.
When I contrasted the gay and lively tone of the conversation which ran on around our bivouac fire, with the dry monotony and prosaic tediousness of my first military dinner at Cork, I felt how much the spirit and adventure of a soldier's life can impart of chivalrous enthusiasm to even the dullest and least susceptible. I saw even many who under common circ.u.mstances, would have possessed no interest nor excited any curiosity, but now, connected as they were with the great events occurring around them, absolutely became heroes; and it was with a strange, wild throbbing of excitement I listened to the details of movements and marches, whose objects I knew not, but in which the magical words, Corunna, Vimeira, were mixed up, and gave to the circ.u.mstances an interest of the highest character. How proud, too, I felt to be the companion-in-arms of such fellows! Here they sat, the tried and proved soldiers of a hundred fights, treating me as their brother and their equal. Who need wonder if I felt a sense of excited pleasure? Had I needed such a stimulant, that night beneath the cork-trees had been enough to arouse a pa.s.sion for the army in my heart, and an irrepressible determination to seek for a soldier's glory.
"Fourteenth!" called out a voice from the wood behind; and in a moment after, the aide-de-camp appeared with a mounted orderly.
"Colonel Merivale?" said he, touching his cap to the stalwart, soldier-like figure before him.
The colonel bowed.
"Sir Stapleton Cotton desires me to request that at an early hour to-morrow you will occupy the pa.s.s, and cover the march of the troops. It is his wish that all the reinforcements should arrive at Oporto by noon. I need scarcely add that we expect to be engaged with the enemy."
These few words were spoken hurriedly, and again saluting our party, he turned his horse's head and continued his way towards the rear.
"There's news for you, Charley," said Power, slapping me on the shoulder.
"Lucy Dashwood or Westminster Abbey!"
"The regiment was never in finer condition, that's certain," said the colonel, "and most eager for a brush with the enemy."
"How your old friend, the count, would have liked this work!" said Hixley.
"Gallant fellow he was."
"Come," cried Power, "here's a fresh bowl coming. Let's drink the ladies, wherever they be; we most of us have some soft spot on that score."
"Yes," said the adjutant, singing,--
"Here's to the maiden of blus.h.i.+ng fifteen; Here's to the damsel that's merry; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean--"
"And," sang Power, interrupting,--
"Here's to the 'Widow of Derry.'"
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