CHAPTER X.

Well-performed retreat of the French after the battle of

Salamanca—Progress of the English troops—Description of the

Spanish plains and towns—Custom of the _Siesta_—Movements of

Joseph Bonaparte—Bivouac at Olmedo, and ball given there by

Lord Wellington—Advance of the British army, and entry into

Valladolid—A swimming adventure—Illness of the author, and

his removal to the town of Cuellar—Timorous conduct of the

Portuguese dragoons—The English army enters Madrid—Incidents

attending the author's further removal as an invalid to

Salamanca—General position of affairs on the Continent—Operations

of Sir R. Hill—Re-capture of Valladolid—Unsuccessful siege of

Burgos—Various movements of the forces.

A great portion of the French army had marched more than twelve

leagues[41] in thirty-six hours, (advancing and retreating from the

field of battle,) and had also been engaged in hard-fighting six hours

out of that time; therefore, until the night of the 23d, they had

hardly made a halt for any considerable time during two days and a

night, and I think I may venture to assert, that the rapidity of their

movements, before and after the action, and their ultimate escape

under Gen. Clausel from the very jaws of destruction, are equally

astonishing.

Early on the morning of the 24th of July, we passed Pena-Aranda, from

whence the inhabitants sallied out, loaded with bread, wine, and

liquors, and rent the air with their acclamations in praise of the

glorious victory that we had won over the French; and even the little

boys straddled out their legs and bent forward their heads in derision

of the enemy's soldiers, to represent to us to what a state of distress

and exhaustion they were reduced. As we passed onwards, numerous

objects of commiseration, lying by the side of the road, reminded us of

the miseries of war in all its horrors: many of the French soldiers lay

dead, exposed to the scorching rays of the sun, which had so blistered

their faces, and swelled their bodies, that they scarcely represented

human forms, and looked more like some huge and horrible monsters, of

gigantic dimensions, than any thing else. It is impossible to convey

an adequate idea of such spectacles, or of the sensations they must

have endured during their last agonies. These, now inanimate, objects

had marched over sandy plains, without a tree to shelter them, while

suffering from fatigue, sore feet, and want of water; then crowding

into the battle, covered with dust, and under a scorching sun, they

had received severe wounds, and were finally dragged, or carried

on rudely-constructed bearers, from the scene of action, during

excruciating torture, and ultimately left to perish by the side of the

roads, or on stubble land, with their parched tongues cleaving to the

roof of their mouths, and (to complete their miseries) before breathing

their last sigh, to behold, with glazed and half-closed eyes, the

uplifted hand of a Spanish assassin, armed with a knife, to put an end

to their existence. These dreadful fates awaited the defeated French

soldiers in Spain; it was impossible to gaze on the mutilated bodies

of these our enemies without feelings of deep commiseration for our

fellow-creatures, who, a day or two previously, had been alive like

ourselves, and perhaps the admiration of their comrades.

The vast _campos_ in Leon, the two Castiles, and other parts of

Spain, are apparently interminable sandy plains, covered with corn or

small stumpy vines. In summer, many of the principal rivers become

very shallow, and numerous tributary streams are dried up, leaving

their winding beds, or indentures, filled with pebbles. In many parts

there is not a tree, a hedge, or a shrub to mark private or public

boundaries, nor a drop of water to be procured. The shapeless roads, or

beaten tracts, are ancle-deep in sand, and in some places fifty yards

wide; at other spots branching off into three or four paths, which

again join at a given point. During the excessive heat of the day a

solemn silence frequently pervades these immense plains; and the high

steeples of churches, or the venerable turrets of monasteries of _las

villas_, or _pueblos_, alone present a land-mark, and direct the weary

footsteps of the traveller.

The towns are constructed of ancient massive buildings of stone or

dingy brick, (the lower windows barred with iron,) intermixed with

innumerable churches, convents, and religious edifices of the most

ancient construction.

During the middle of the day all shops are closed by a pair of unwieldy

doors, and the inhabitants enjoy their middle sleep or _siesta_.

At this hour the streets may be traversed without meeting a single

person, and the great monastic edifices stand in solemn grandeur as

monuments of that superstition exercised by the monks at the time of

their foundation in the darker ages. As soon as the scorching heat has

somewhat subsided, the doors are thrown open, and towards evening the

streets are thronged by merry dancers and songstresses; the tinkling of

the guitar is heard from the casements, balconies, and verandas; the

servant maids go chatting and laughing to the fountains; the muleteers

lead their animals to water; the peasant girls bring in cans of goat's

milk, and the shopkeepers sit at their portals without coats, having

their shirt sleeves tucked up, and smoking cigars.

On the 25th we made a halt to enable the stragglers and stores of the

army to come up. On the same day El Rey Joseph had arrived at Blasko

Sancho, near Arevalo, with a reinforcement, principally composed

of Spaniards, for the purpose of joining the Duke of Ragusa; but

on gaining intelligence of the defeat his troops had sustained at

Salamanca, he countermarched in the evening towards his capital,

leaving a picquet of cavalry behind at Blasko Sancho, who were all

taken prisoners, while carousing in a wine-house, by a corporal's party

of the 14th light horse. About this time General Sir R. Hill had moved

with the second division on Zafra, in Estremadura, to observe a French

force in that quarter.

On the 28th our division bivouacked round the ancient town of Olmedo,

where the Earl of Wellington gave a ball, with a general _invite_

to all those officers who liked to attend. The Alcalde selected the

different ladies as usual, whose merry hearts and supple forms were

always ready for the dance.

The following morning, an hour before daylight, we advanced, and it was

a droll sight to see the officers sleeping as they rode along after

the fatigues of the previous night, still dressed in their ball attire,

such as crimson, light blue, or white trowsers, richly embroidered with

gold or silver, velvet and silk waistcoats of all colours, decorated

in a similar manner: dandies ready alike for the dance and the fight;

most of them had received a wound, and others more, nor can I call to

mind one of the officers present at this time, including the senior

officer, who had reached twenty-five years of age. Owing to the heat of

the weather, it was the fashion of the times to wear the jacket open,

which was the only particle of dress left to denote to what nation we

belonged; as to any other uniformity for the officers, it was quite

out of the question: the fantastical dresses of those days would have

confounded the most ancient or modern disciplinarians.—The enemy still

continued their flight across the Douro through Valladolid, which city

the Marquis of Wellington entered on the 30th, at the head of a large

body of horse. The country on the banks of the Douro is remarkably

sandy, and highly cultivated with vines; we forded to the left bank

of the river on that day within two leagues of Valladolid. While

our baggage was crossing, a batman and pony got out of their depth,

and were carried down the stream a considerable distance; and so

determined was the soldier to hold on, that he disdained, at the risk

of his life, to quit his charge, and continued swimming until a rope

was thrown to him, by the assistance of which he conveyed the little

animal and his master's portmanteaus safe on shore.

We had no sooner heard of the large town in the vicinity, than we

began to prepare for the visit; however, it struck me that it would be

very refreshing to enjoy a swim first, and also wishing my horse to

participate in the luxury, I stripped myself and mounted its back, and

together we plunged into the stream; but, as ill luck would have it,

for a moment, the provoking animal hardly made any exertion, so down

he went, and thinking there was no time to be lost, I sprang from his

back; but owing to his plunging I received a slanting kick on my chest,

such as most probably would have proved fatal, had the full weight of

the blow struck me direct. The animal, however, soon recovered itself,

and swimming with the current, it was with considerable difficulty I

succeeded in getting it on shore.

Valladolid is a fine old city, (with a spacious square,) the

inhabitants of which were glad to see us, but evinced none of those

rapturous and warm expressions of delight displayed by those of

Salamanca.

The next morning we crossed the river, and branched off in the

direction of Madrid. Having halted a day or two, we again became in

motion, and struck on an excellent road, leading to the capital. Many

exclaimed, "Is this the road to Madrid? are we really going to the

capital of Spain, the centre of romance"? My mind was filled with all

sorts of illusions, and various anticipations of pleasure; my rest

was disturbed, and my dreams were of Madrid; every day's march was

counted, every object brought something new, and I made up my mind to

dance every night when I should arrive. Continuing our route, we had

reached within two days' march of the city of Segovia, in the kingdom

of old Castile, and occupied a pine wood. On seeing an officer pass,

who was likely to give me every information relative to the movements

of the army, I issued from my small Portuguese tent, and entered into

conversation with him, which lasted a considerable time. Being without

my cap, I felt the top of my head extremely hot from the rays of the

sun, and was about to withdraw several times for a covering, which

unluckily I failed to do. When the dinner-hour arrived, composed of

rice and boiled beef, (without any bread or biscuit,) my appetite

failed, and I laid me down, in hopes that a few hours' sleep would

restore me. At daylight, the following morning, we were again _en

route_, and had just cleared the sandy wood, enveloped in dust, when

a sudden giddiness seized me, and I fell from my horse. On recovering

my senses, I found myself supported by an officer. There was no water

to be procured, and, on overtaking the division, I was advised to ride

gently on to avoid the dust.

For the first time in Spain, I observed a Spanish grandee travelling

in a carriage drawn by eight mules, escorted by fourteen servants,

clothed in long yellow coats, with cocked hats, and all regularly

armed, like horse soldiers. The costume of the peasantry now became

somewhat different; one of that class was walking by my side, with a

sort of spiral cloth cap, and clad in dark brown, who asked me if I did

not admire a little girl passing on the road, whom he called a _Wappa

Chica_; she wore also a stiff spiral cap of cloth, perched on the top

of her head, with round balls of different colours up each side of

it: her hair was plaited on each side of her head, ending in a huge

pig-tail, about eight inches long, and precisely similar to those worn

by British sailors; the jacket was brown, laced up the front; a yellow

petticoat, reaching just below the knee, blue stockings, red clocks,

shoes, and silver buckles. Having travelled some leagues, I came to

a village, where I observed one of the commissaries of our division

standing at the door of a cottage, who remarked that I looked very

ill, and asked me where I was going. I told him "about half a league

farther on, when I intended to lie down under a tree until the troops

came up, as I concluded they would not proceed much farther that day."

He politely begged that I would partake of breakfast with him, as it

was already prepared, which offer I thankfully accepted. My fever

continued rapidly to increase, so that I could scarcely sit upright,

and I soon began to talk very incoherently, which induced him to put

me to bed; the division shortly afterwards filed through the village,

and bivouacked half a league in advance. In the evening, the two other

officers of the company with whom I messed, paid me a visit, and

said, "Why, what is the matter?" when I replied, "That the commissary

had used me very cruelly, and had been smothering me in blankets, to

prevent my going on to Madrid." The assistant-surgeon having felt my

pulse, asked whether I would permit him to throw some water on my head?

which I readily assented to, entreating him to do any thing to make

well. Then, being lifted out of bed, and divested of my linen garment,

I was placed in a chair, while the doctor, standing on a table,

emptied two pitchers of spring water on my crown; which produced a most

painful sensation.

The following morning my companions assured me that I could not

be permitted to proceed; but that, as there was a station to be

established at the town of Cuellar, it would be necessary that I should

go thither, when they felt no doubt that I should speedily recover, so

as to be enabled soon to rejoin them. A car was accordingly procured,

drawn by two fine mules, with a blanket extended over the top as an

awning.

At the expiration of two days' journey, I reached the entrance of

Cuellar, when a soldier came forward, and intimated that no sick could

enter the town until the commandant's permission was obtained; and

we were actually detained nearly two hours roasting in the mid-day

sun, before a free passage was granted us. Much exhausted, and

half suffocated, I at length obtained a most excellent billet in a

gentleman's house, where I received the greatest attention from an

assistant-surgeon belonging to one of the regiments quartered there;

being unable to quit my bed.

At this time the army had possessed itself of the passes of Segovia and

the Guadarama, and had moved forward on the 11th of August towards

Madrid, having, in the course of their march, forced the enemy's

advanced guard of cavalry to retire; but in the afternoon these

again advanced from Malajahonda towards Rosas, to reconnoitre the

Portuguese dragoons, who were drawn up on a rising ground above the

latter village, and made a show of charging, but when they had arrived

sufficiently near to observe the hardened-looking visages of the sturdy

French heavy horse, who displayed their long shining weapons, with

brass hilts, like the Highland broadsword, with the exception of being

one-third longer—at such a sight these our allies simultaneously

wheeled about, and scampered off as fast as their Portuguese horses

could trot and gallop, followed by their unmerciful pursuers, stabbing

and hacking them down, and riding past three pieces of horse artillery

that had been overturned. The heavy dragoons of the King's German

Legion took to horse as speedily as possible, amidst the confusion,

and, after a good deal of savage sabring, the enemy retired, leaving

at night the captured guns behind them. El Rey Joseph had retired with

his followers behind the Tagus, and the following day our army entered

Madrid, where the French had injudiciously left a garrison in the Buen

Retiro, who surrendered themselves prisoners of war, just as part of

the third division, and some other detachments, were about to escalade

the works. A vast quantity of stores, powder, and ball, fell into our

hands, besides one hundred and ninety pieces of cannon, principally

dismounted.

About the 20th of August, a detachment of our regiment, from England,

passed through Cuellar, but, as they had experienced a long march

during the hot months, an enormous number of them died, and the sick

continued to increase from the army in such a ratio, that most of us

were ordered to proceed to Salamanca. Accordingly, on the sixth day

after my arrival, I was placed in a car, drawn by bullocks, to begin

another tedious journey. The sixth division was on parade, having been

left at that station as a corps of observation, and to protect the sick

and the stores of the army.

That night I travelled a short way, and was billeted on a very clean

house, where the _patron_ was most anxious to have all the particulars

of the late battle recounted to him; however, finding that I was not

a sufficient master of the Spanish language to satisfy his curiosity,

he was determined to make up for it by entering into the history of

his own country. It was in vain that I exerted all my patience, and

requested he would have the goodness to leave the room, pleading my

indisposition in excuse for my apparent rudeness. Having maintained

silence for a few minutes, he offered me every thing in his house,

inquired if I was better, and recommenced his volubility to such a

degree, that I almost became distracted, and was under the painful

necessity of calling in my servant, who, in half fun and half earnest,

turned him out of the room by the shoulders.

The next day I reached Arevalo, where the market was filled with fresh

vegetables, a sight only to be appreciated by those who have travelled

over a dry country, devoid of vegetation. A smiling _muchacha_, who

sat by the side of a well-made young Spaniard, jumped up, and handed

me a large bunch of grapes, with a dignified air of affability and

frankness, so peculiar to the lower orders of that country. I obtained

a billet on a very handsome house, situated in a luxuriant garden; and,

on being supported out of the car, I was so weak that I fell down, and

continued in fainting fits for some time, my servant all the while

sousing me with water in imitation of _the Doctor_. The fascinating

_Señorita_ of the house, about seventeen years of age, very kindly

administered every attention; and at night, with a small lamp, remained

in a recess, in readiness to offer me liquids, for which I continually

inquired. My recollection did not entirely forsake me, but my head was

in a bad state, so that I fancied I saw groups of monkeys grinning at

the foot of my bed; and, as I was unable to endure the slender rays

of the lamp, I begged of the young lady to retire. At such a request

her countenance pourtrayed every mark of disappointment: whether she

considered me as one of the deliverers of her country, or whether so

young a girl, residing in so sequestered a spot, fancied me under

her especial protection, I know not; but I do know that her amiable

solicitude and her lovely eyes made such an impression, that she

continued the mistress of my thoughts, and heroine of my fancy, for a

long period afterwards.

Taking my farewell on the following morning, and apologizing to the

little _Señorita_ for my want of gallantry, I proceeded on my journey,

and at the end of four hours reached the middle of an extensive plain,

when one of the bullocks became dead lame, and the enraged driver

declared vehemently that he would go no farther; my servant, therefore,

dismounted from my palfrey, and placed me on its back. We made for

the distant steeple, which skirted the horizon, as the point of our

destination. At the expiration of a toilsome ride, we reached the

_Pueblo_, and there sojourned until the next morning. In two more days

we reached Alba de Tormes; I was quartered at an _apothecary's shop_,

where I lay on the mattress for twelve hours in a sort of stupor; on

recovering, in some degree, my servant fancied that I was dying, and

proposed sending for the Spaniard, which I would by no means consent

to, from the apprehension that he would bleed me to death.

The next day, while quietly passing through a wood, at a lonely spot,

my horse made a sudden start, and, on looking to the right, I observed

a dead man, perfectly naked, placed against a large piece of rock.

He had been killed at the battle of Salamanca. His hair was long and

grey; his beard had grown to a considerable length; and his arms and

legs had been placed in an extended position; in fact, he was in an

exact fencing attitude, in an extraordinary state of preservation, and

presenting, of course, a dreadful spectacle.

I noticed during the period that I was in Spain, that those soldiers

killed in action, who were exposed to the rays of the sun, immediately

became a mass of corruption, but of those, on the contrary, who fell

under trees or in shady places, exposed to heavy dew or rain, the skin

became as hard as leather, and they would remain in that state for a

very considerable period, unless they were devoured by wild animals or

birds of prey. I have often seen vultures feeding on dead horses (that

had been killed in battle) so fat, that they could scarcely take wing,

or raise themselves from the ground.

On reaching Salamanca, I obtained a billet, on presenting which, I

was treated with the greatest insolence by the man of the house, who

declared that I might enter, but that he had no accommodation for

my servant; under these circumstances, I was under the necessity of

sitting down in the street, until the soldier went to seek elsewhere

for better success. After some farther delay, he procured me another

on a public notary, where I was civilly received; but in the middle

of the day my _patron_, smelling of tobacco and garlic, came in to

take a _siesta_, in one of the two beds in a large recess. I asked him

if he intended to sleep there; he replied "_Si, Señor_." To such an

arrangement I objected; but he would not give up the point; a struggle

then ensued between us, which lasted some minutes, although eventually

I made him surrender. He was merely a diminutive old man; but I had

become weak from the effects of my fever; and the scene was so amusing,

that his own son, with a smiling countenance, was quietly looking on.

A hospital mate being put in requisition, the first dose administered

to me was an _emetic_, and whenever I complained, the same dose was

repeated; therefore, whenever he visited me, I invariably declared

_that I was better_.

Our army had now occupied the heart of Spain, and the enemy, with rapid

strides, were endeavouring to concentrate in the distant provinces

round our centre, blowing up magazines, and eating up all before

them, like a swarm of locusts. Napoleon was at this period traversing

the wilds of Russia with his grand army, and his magnificent and

highly-appointed Imperial guard. _The banners of Austria, Prussia,

Italy, and the Germanic States, were marching under his control._

The _north_ and _south_ of Europe were in a blaze, and had become

the extreme points of contest, which were ultimately to decide this

mighty struggle for supremacy. The victory of Salamanca had shaken the

combinations of the enemy in all parts of Spain, and put the whole

of them in motion. On the 25th of August they destroyed their works

before Cadiz, leaving behind them stores, heavy artillery, and mortars,

many of the latter having been cast at Seville, by the order of the

Duke of Dalmatia, for the purpose of throwing shells into the town of

Cadiz.[42] Some Spaniards and British immediately advanced from the

lines, and took forcible possession of Seville.

On the 29th of August, Sir R. Hill, with the second division, entered

Illerena, and pushed on to Ayllones, on the borders of Estremadura;

but, finding the French were retrograding on Cordova and Granada,

for the purpose of communicating with Joseph, who, in like manner,

was forming a junction with the Duke of Albufera, intending to make

Valencia the centre and the base of his future operations against

Madrid; Sir R. Hill, thereupon, by a flank movement, marched towards

the city of Medellin, on the left bank of the Guadiana, so as to be in

readiness to act wherever his presence might be required, or to open

his line with the third, fourth, and light divisions, cantoned in the

vicinity of Madrid.

The General-in-Chief no sooner saw a probability of his right

flank being cleared of the enemy, than he set off from Madrid, and

concentrated the first, fifth, sixth, and seventh divisions round

Arevalo, (early in September,) with a force of cavalry and artillery,

passed the Douro, and retook Valladolid, which had been re-occupied by

the enemy for a short time. On the 19th he crossed the river Arlanzon,

and laid siege to the old castle of Burgos, bristled with cannon and

the bayonets of its hardy defenders. Various attempts by escalade,

mining, explosions, and breaching were tried for a month without

success, owing to the want of a sufficiency of battering artillery,

and to the obstinate defence made by the enemy, who firmly lined the

walls, and threw their balls and bullets with deadly aim against the

assailants. The enemy's vanguard was at Briviesca, and his main body

behind the river Ebro, during the greater part of the siege.

In the mean time the second division had moved, in the middle of

September, across the river Guadiana, through Truxillo Jaraceijo,

towards Almaraz, and then crossed the Tagus by a pontoon bridge, and

continuing its movement on the right of that river, passed Talavera de

la Reyna, and arrived on the 30th at Toledo, occupying both banks of

the river Tagus. General Sir Rowland Hill pushed forward his advance

to Yepes and its vicinity, taking the command of the right wing of

the army, composed of the second, third, fourth, and light divisions,

besides cavalry and artillery stationed in the vicinity of Madrid.

[Footnote 41: About forty-eight miles.]

[Footnote 42: One of these mortars was brought to England, and is now

placed on the south side of St. James's Park.]

Memoirs of the Late War, Vol 1 (of 2) Comprising the Personal Narrative of Captain Cooke, of the 43rd Regiment Light Infantry; the History of the Campaign of 1809 in Portugal, by the Earl of Munster; and a Narrative of the Campaign of 1814 in Holland, by Lieut. T. W. D. Moodie, H. P. 21st Fusileers · 第 10 / 14 章