The sort of life we led in Dublin was all very well in its way, but for
my part I wished for something more stirring. There seemed now to be a
chance of our getting it. The papers began to talk of war with the
Russians. They had been ill-treating the Turks. Now the Turks are our
friends. I do not know exactly why, for I cannot say much in their
favour. In this case the Russians had behaved very ill. During a thick
fog, a large fleet of their ships had sailed into a Turkish port, and
blown up and burnt a number of Turkish vessels, killing no less than
5,000 Turks on that day. This made the English very angry. It was
clear, too, that the Russians intended getting hold of the chief city,
Constantinople, and the country of the Turks. Our hopes of war
increased when we heard that the English and French fleets had gone up
the Black Sea, and then that the Guards and other regiments were to be
sent up the Mediterranean to Malta, and then on to a place called Varna,
on the shore of the Black Sea, in the country of the Turks, and near
Russia. It was said also that the Russians were collecting an army in a
part of the country called the Crimea, in the Black Sea, where there is
a strong fortress with a town and harbour called Sebastopol. We, of
course, every day looked eagerly into the papers to see what regiments
were ordered abroad, but the 90th was not among those named. This
greatly vexed both officers and men, and some fretted and fumed very
much at it. It was the daily talk at the mess-tables of all ranks.
"More regiments ordered for foreign service," exclaimed Marshall; for,
strange to say, he was as eager as any one about going. He wanted to be
doing something, poor fellow, to keep his mind away from Kathleen.
"See, here's a list,--others talked of, but no mention made of the
90th."
"Let well alone, lads, and be content," observed Higgins. "Fighting is
all very well to talk about, but the reality is precious rough work; and
so you'll find it, when your turn comes,--mark my words."
Not long after this, on the 14th of March, the regiment was on parade,
when the commanding officer read a letter to us which he had just
received. It was to the effect that a few men might volunteer for the
42nd Royal Highlanders and 79th Cameronian Highlanders. We all knew
what that meant, that the 90th was to be kept at home, and that those
two regiments were to fill up their numbers for foreign service. When,
therefore, the word "volunteers come to the front," was given, instead
of forty, which was the whole number required, forty from each company
stepped forward, making four hundred in all. Marshall and I were among
them. It was an anxious time with us till it was known who was
selected. I was among the first chosen. Marshall's was the last name.
I was glad not to be separated from my old comrade. The volunteers
being ordered to parade in front of the commanding officer, he in a very
kind way gave us some good advice. He then expressed his earnest wishes
for our welfare, and hoped that he should never hear of any of those who
had served in the 90th, getting into disgrace, but that when next he
might see us, instead of privates and corporals, we should have become
sergeants. Every word he said I took in greedily, and honestly believe
that I profited by his advice.
There was no time lost. Not many days after that, on the 28th of March,
war was formally declared by Great Britain against Russia. We, with
volunteers from other regiments, at once proceeded by passenger steamer
from Dublin to Portsmouth. Marshall had barely time to write a short
note to Kathleen. He told her of the regiment he had joined, and where
he expected to go, and promised to remain faithful to her as long as he
lived.
It was on Saint Patrick's day, that we landed at the dockyard, to the
number of two hundred, in all sorts of uniforms, the men out of a dirty
steamer not looking over-clean. We then marched to the barracks at
Anglesea, where that "braw" regiment, the well-known "Forty-and-twa"
were stationed. The adjutant and captains of companies then came to
inspect us, and choose men for their respective companies. The captain
of the grenadier company had the first choice, and the captain of the
light company the second. I with eight of our men, including Marshall,
had the honour of being selected by him. I was posted to a room at
once, and ordered to get my kit ready in a quarter of an hour for
inspection. It was fortunately nearly a new one, and looked clean. The
captain was pleased, and ordered me not to show it for a month. He then
inquired how long I had been a non-commissioned officer, and directed me
to attend at the orderly-room to copy orders and to take the detail of
the company for the next day. After writing it down, he told me to read
it to him.
"Yes; that will do," he said. "Are you anxious to obtain promotion?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, not a little pleased. "Very well; you have come
with a good character from your late regiment, maintain it, and you will
be sure of promotion in the 42nd. I understand that you can drill very
well. I shall see how you get on, and if in a satisfactory manner, I
will recommend you to the adjutant."
The next Monday I was ordered to drill a squad, while the adjutant stood
at a distance watching me. I did my best, and when drill was over he
sent for me, and asked if I would like to be struck off duty for the
purpose of drilling the second squad of recruits. Of course I said yes,
but begged to be allowed a few days first, to get used to the duties of
the regiment.
I had good reason to be satisfied with the change I had made. I had
only been a few days in the regiment, and was already looked upon with
consideration and respect. How was this? Had I greater advantages than
any other young man? No, except that I had a taste for soldiering. I
had simply kept steady and done my duty to the very best of my power. I
had not been idle with my books either. I had read a good deal, and
practised writing and ciphering, so that I wrote a really good hand, and
could keep accounts well. I mention this to show what is required of a
young man in the army, who wishes to work his way up to become a
non-commissioned officer. It is through the sergeants that the
discipline of a regiment is maintained, and they must possess the
education I have spoken of, and be intelligent, steady, honest men, or
things will go badly in that regiment.
For the best part of the next two months we were engaged every day in
rifle practice, and I had the satisfaction of making some good hits.
Now came the order we had been long eagerly looking for, to embark
forthwith for the Crimea. Loud cheers were given by the numerous
lookers on as, on the 26th of May, we went on board the transport, and
we cheered loudly in return. We little thought then of what we had to
go through, or how many of our fine fellows would leave their bones in a
foreign land. Everything was well arranged on board. Strict discipline
was kept up. Our rations were good, and regularly served out to us; and
as the weather was fine, we had as pleasant a voyage as we could wish.
We landed at Scutari, a place on the Bosphorus, the strait that leads
into the Black Sea, opposite the big city of Constantinople. Here we
remained for three weeks hard at work, drilling. Some of the troops
were in huge barracks, and we with others were encamped. Fighting was
going on at a town called Silistria, between the Turks, who bravely
defended it, helped by two or three English officers, and the Russians,
who had tried to take it, but could not. A great many Turks were
brought into the hospital badly wounded, and one poor fellow had both
his arms and legs cut off. He was the subject of conversation for many
an evening in our tents. We were in the light division, under Sir Colin
Campbell. The first British soldier who lost his life during the war
was killed here by his own rifle, which sent a shot through, his leg
above the knee. Here also we were supplied with the Minie rifle, having
hitherto used the old percussion smooth bore.
Scutari is a beautiful spot, with the blue waters of the strait, and the
glittering white city, surrounded by dark trees, and vessels and gay
boats of all sorts moving about. We should have been content to remain
there if we had not thought on the work before us. In July we again
embarked, and proceeded to Varna, in company with numerous vessels,
crowded with English, French, and Turks. We and the French were allies,
helping the Turks, though there were only 7000 of them, while we and the
French had each rather more than 26,000 men of all arms.
Varna is on the shore of the Black Sea, not far from the Crimea, and
belongs to the Turks. We were here encamped with the Guards and other
regiments on a dreary plain in different villages some tray out of
Varna. We were kept hard at work with frequent drills, getting ready
for real fighting. One night we were roused up with the sound of heavy
firing in a wood close to us. The bugle sounded to arms. We sprang to
our feet, but before we could get under arms the supposed enemy was
away. They were a company of the 60th Rifles and Rifle Brigade,
supplied with a few rounds of blank ammunition. This sort of work took
place frequently, to accustom us to surprises, and not without reason,
as we found to our cost at Inkerman. The Rifles seemed to think it good
fun, and laughed at the trouble they had given us, making us turn out so
often in the middle of the night. We were employed also in making
gabions and fascines [Note 1] out of the brush-wood which grew near, and
practised in throwing up trenches and fortifications.
Work we did not mind, fighting we were eager for, but we had an enemy
against which it was hard to contend; that was the cholera. Officers
and men were quickly struck down by it. The Guards alone lost nearly a
hundred men. It was sad to hear the poor fellows' cries as the terrible
cramp seized them. All the troops suffered more or less from sickness--
the French more than all. We were thankful when the order came for us
to embark once more for the spot where we hoped to meet the enemy. Yet
many a strong man was so weakened by illness that he could scarcely
march to the shore. We got on board our transport on the 1st of
September and remained thirteen days, hoping to get rid of the dreadful
plague which had attacked us. We lost, however, three and sometimes
four men each day. Fastened up in their blankets they were sunk
overboard. Some, however, floated to the surface, and it was no easy
matter to get them down again. It was sad work, and damped the spirits
of many. That big fleet, with more than 60,000 men on board, was a fine
sight, though, as on the 14th of September we anchored off Old Fort on
the coast of the Crimea. The order was joyfully received to land
immediately. On all sides were the big transports, the largest East
Indiamen, and the men-of-war, and numbers of steamers, all in regular
order, each with their proper flags. We of the light division had ours
blue and white chequered.
Number One company of the 23rd Welsh Fusiliers were the first on shore
on a sandy beach. We landed soon after. Sentinels were marched off at
once by companies and thrown out in a direct line from the sea far into
the country. Parties with rifles loaded, and eager for the honour, as
we called it, of firing the first shot at the Russians, were despatched
in search of wood and water. Towards the evening it came on to rain
very hard, and we had no tents or covering of any sort. We of the light
division were pushed on inland, to give space for the other troops to
form as they landed. Our orders, issued by Sir Colin Campbell, were to
remain quiet, and, above all things, to keep our rifles and ammunition
dry. At about eleven at night a shot was fired by one of the enemy's
sentinels, which whistled close to us. "Stand to your arms," was the
cry, "the Russians are upon us." At the same time our whole line of
sentinels opened a brisk fire on, it was supposed, the advancing enemy.
What cared we then for the rain and cold! The moment we had been
looking for had arrived. The whole force which had as yet landed stood
under arms, and thus we were kept till it was found that the surprise
had been caused by a patrol of Cossacks, who had come upon us unawares.
Wet and chilled as we were the hours passed slowly by, though we kept up
our spirits pretty well. So passed our first night of campaigning. The
next morning a few companies were marched down to the beach, to assist
in landing our tents, and the ammunition, artillery, and stores, the
artillerymen laughing at us, and hoping that we had passed a pleasant
time on shore. By the night we got our tents pitched, and hoped to have
a quiet rest, but the little gnat-like Cossacks were again buzzing about
us, and were off before we could get a shot at them. The next four days
were passed in landing stores, while the commissariat officers were
collecting provisions from the country around, and which the peasants
were very ready to supply.
Late on the 19th the light division was attacked by a mounted battery of
artillery. The infantry was brought to the halt, and the artillery
called to the front, with the whole of the cavalry, about a thousand
men, who were opposed by 2000 Cossacks. Shortly afterwards a gun
carriage was seen coming to the rear with a poor fellow on it, his leg
broken and thigh fractured. Several men on both sides were knocked over
by the shot. That was the beginning of our campaign. After this Lord
Raglan forbad any farther advance.
We remained where we halted all that night, our tents being left in the
rear. Each man unrolled his blanket and great-coat to make the best of
it he could. We were tired, hungry, and thirsty, but at last the ration
rum was served out, and a half a bullock distributed to each company to
be divided into messes, and cooked ready for next day, as it was
expected that we should have a long march and a brush with the enemy.
Many a fine fellow slept his last sleep on earth that night, and many a
strong man before the next sunset was to be a helpless cripple. A
soldier, above all men, may be thankful that he does not know what is
before him.
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Note 1. Gabions are like large round hampers, without top or bottom, to
be filled with earth. Fascines are like long, tight fagots.