THE BATTLE OF BUSACO
Army kindly received in Portugal—Much fighting with French army under
Massena—Lord Wellington’s retreat on the lines of Torres
Vedras—Battle of Busaco
WE were now in Portugal, and by the kindness and hospitality of the
inhabitants were made truly comfortable. We felt this change, for in
Spain we were always received coolly, and got nothing in the way of food
from the inhabitants upon whom we were quartered, whereas in Portugal we
were received and welcomed with open arms by every one; whether rich or
poor, these good people upon whom we were billeted always shared their
food with us, and gave us freely of the best of every sort of provisions
they had. Towards the end of this year (1809) the army was again in
motion for the north of Portugal, and after a variety of marches and
changes of quarters my division halted at Vizeu, Mangualde, Anseda,
Linhares, and Celorico; at each of these places we had abundance of
provisions and supplies and were, by the kindness of the inhabitants,
most comfortable. Some time before this, the 31st and 45th Regiments
were removed from our brigade and replaced by the 42nd and 61st
Regiments.
Our troops remained inactive till about the beginning of July, 1810;
then we heard that the French army, greatly reinforced, was advancing
upon us under Marshal Massena. They were checked for a time by some hard
fighting with our advance light division, under General Crawford, also
by continued resistance of the garrisons of Ciudad Rodrigo and Almeida.
The former was occupied generally by Spanish troops and some Portuguese
militia, the latter fortress by one English regiment and three or four
Portuguese regiments, with brave Colonel Cox, of our service, as the
governor. Both these forts resisted gallantly and successfully for a
short time, but after a siege of a fortnight Ciudad Rodrigo surrendered,
and in ten days more the principal magazines and public buildings in
Almeida were levelled to the ground by a sudden explosion, killing five
hundred troops and inhabitants and destroying the principal works and
means of defence; in this state of confusion and terror the brave
governor, Colonel Cox, was obliged to capitulate. It was afterwards
discovered that this shame and sacrifice was occasioned by the treachery
of one of the Portuguese officers, who was actually the
lieutenant-governor of the fort, and who openly headed a mutiny of the
garrison against the governor, Colonel Cox, aided and assisted by
another Portuguese officer, who was the chief of the artillery, and who
had been for some time in secret correspondence with France!
The surrender of these two important strongholds encouraged the enemy to
renew their advance, so that in the beginning of September Lord
Wellington commenced his able and well-devised retreat on the Lines of
Torres Vedras, within thirty miles of Lisbon. The Portuguese army under
General Beresford and the Spaniards under the Marquis de la Romana,
retreating on our flank for the same destination, all believed that we
were making the best of our way to our ships for embarkation, and with
the full intention of finally quitting the country. So secretly had the
works of the Lines of Torres Vedras been carried on, that only rumours
of their existence were heard, and those only by very few officers of
high rank. It was even said that neither the English nor Portuguese
Government knew anything positive about these works nor where they were
constructed, and I remember well that most of our officers laughed at
the idea of our remaining in Portugal, and heavy bets were daily made,
during our retreat, on the chances or the certainty of our embarkation.
But different indeed were the results, and all the world soon
acknowledged the master-mind of our most noble and gallant commander.
I have said that we commenced this retreat early in September, disputing
the ground daily as opportunities offered, and as we were covered by our
Light Division, these brave men had nearly all the hard work and most of
the fighting, but, when necessary, other troops were brought up to their
support, and occasionally to relieve them from this constant harassing
duty. For a few days the Portuguese militia under Colonel Trant and the
Spaniards under the Marquis de la Romana were constantly kept to guard
our flanks. In this way the main body, by different roads, retreated in
good order for twenty or thirty miles a day, most of the inhabitants
leaving their homes and property and falling back in thousands before
us, rich and poor, men, women, and children, carrying little with them
beyond the clothing on their backs, and halting and bivouacking in the
open fields, a short distance before us, whenever the army halted for
the night.
A month after we started, our division was suddenly moved off the main
line of road, from the crossing of the Mondego River above Coimbra, to
the mountain position of the Sierra de Busaco, some miles farther in
rear of the above river and city; all the other divisions of the army
were directed to the same point. Having scrambled up that mountain as
best we could, our whole army was soon formed in order of battle. Below
us was an extensive open but thickly wooded country, and there we saw
the whole of the French army, under General Massena, advancing in many
columns to attack us. The Sierra de Busaco is a very extensive range of
mountains, and the main road from Coimbra, passes over the centre of it,
to the interior; but in all the other places it is so precipitous and
rocky, that our gallant old commander was obliged to be carried up in a
blanket by four sergeants, for no horse could ascend there. By two
o’clock on the afternoon of the 27th September our whole army was in
position, our guns in battery, and our light troops thrown out in front
for some distance. These arrangements were not long completed when the
French, in different columns, advanced to attack, covered by clouds of
their light troops and skirmishers. As soon as they came within range
they commenced the battle with continued rounds from their numerous
artillery, and our batteries returned the compliment. The skirmishers of
both armies opened their fire furiously, and two of their columns pushed
forward up the most easy and accessible part of the mountain with drums
playing and endless cheers, and appeared as if determined to carry all
before them. Our lines stood firm and retained their fire till the enemy
came within easy range; they then gave a general volley, followed by a
thundering, well-directed independent file firing, covered by our
artillery, which soon made the enemy halt, stagger, and hesitate, and in
a few minutes they were seen to face about and to retire in very good
order. Their loss must have been great, and so was ours. At daylight on
the morning of the 28th the battle was again renewed in a more extended
and general way by the enemy, for they attacked simultaneously several
points of our position; at the same time column after column was seen
pressing up the mountain in every direction, and in one place so
successfully, that at break of day one of the heaviest and largest of
these actually managed to reach within a few yards of our position
before it was seen by our troops. They were no sooner seen than received
with a volley; yet they gallantly kept their ground, and returned our
fire without ceasing for about half an hour; during that time neither of
the contending lines advanced, nor gave way one inch. At last our men
were ordered to charge; then the enemy retired, and, at the point of the
bayonet, were driven down the hill pell-mell, in the greatest confusion,
leaving many hundreds of their dead and wounded behind them. Their other
minor columns of attack were repulsed in like manner. In course of that
day the battle was again renewed, and the French were finally driven
back, although they fought ably and with much gallantry. During this
day’s battle our invincible and gallant Commander-in-Chief, Lord
Wellington, pulled up with all his staff in front of my regiment, and
dismounted, directing one of his orderlies to do the same and to hold
his horse steady by the bridle. He then placed his field-glass in rest
over his saddle, and for some minutes continued coolly and quietly to
reconnoitre the enemy, and this under a heavy fire!
On the morning of the 29th there was not a Frenchman to be seen. They
had retired during the night, and were soon known to be moving to turn
the left of our position, so as to cut off our retreat by Coimbra and
the main road. But our “master-mind and head” was equal to the occasion,
and in another hour the whole of our army was in retreat by a different
route, to cross the Mondego River at and above Coimbra. This we did many
hours before the enemy could reach us. For days we kept possession of
Coimbra and the neighbouring banks of the Mondego, to give our faithful
friends the inhabitants time to destroy, bury, or remove their
valuables, and above all their provisions, lest they should fall into
the hands of the enemy. These arrangements were made from the
commencement of our retreat, and strictly carried out by the
inhabitants. They left their homes and accompanied the army, taking with
them only a few of their valuables. Before reaching Torres Vedras I
remember seeing many of these noble patriots, rich and poor, all
barefooted and in rags. When we finally halted they went to Lisbon.
These arrangements were more distressing to General Massena than all the
fighting and opposition he met with, for he was so sure of driving us
into the sea, or forcing us to embark, that he left his principal
magazines of provisions behind, confident of finding sufficient supplies
in the country through which he passed. In all these hopes and
speculations he was indeed sadly disappointed; the consequence was that
they were sorely tried, and suffered much from their limited and always
uncertain commissariat. We arrived at the Lines of Torres Vedras on the
10th and 11th of October, closely pursued by the enemy, their advance
guards and our rear troops constantly skirmishing, and causing some loss
to them and to us; but we always found time to bury our dead and carry
away the wounded.
We had no sooner taken up our relative positions than we were surprised
and amazed at the formidable and strong appearance of the temporary
works in which we found ourselves, and which we soon learnt extended in
a direct line for thirty miles from Alhandra, on the banks of the Tagus,
to Mafra, on the sea coast, thus covering Lisbon completely, from the
broad and deep river on one side to the wide ocean on the other, this
line forming in most places a continuous chain of rising ground. My
division (the 1st) was stationed at headquarters, Sobral, about the
centre of the lines. By this happy chance we had an opportunity of
seeing Lord Wellington daily, and of sharing his dinners occasionally,
in our turn, for he made a point of asking the juniors as well as the
senior officers; and dinner then, with good wine, was worth having! Yet
upon the whole we fared very well, for we had a good and regular supply
from Lisbon.
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