For the next fortnight, drilling went on from morning till night,
the officers receiving instructions privately from the sergeants,
and further learning the words of command by standing by while the
men were being drilled. At the end of that time, both officers and
men were sufficiently instructed to carry out the simple movements
which were, alone, in use in those days.
It was not, however, until two months later that they were called
upon to act. The English and Dutch fleets had arrived, and effected
a junction with that of Sweden, and the Danish fleet had shut
themselves up in the port of Copenhagen, which was closely
blockaded. A large army had crossed to Zeeland, and repulsed the
Danes, who had endeavoured to prevent their landing, and had then
marched up to within sight of the walls of Copenhagen, which they
were preparing to besiege; when the King of Denmark, alarmed at
this unexpected result of his aggression on Holstein, conceded
every point demanded, and peace was signed.
The negotiations were carried on in Holland, and the Swedes were
extremely angry, when they found that they were baulked of their
expected vengeance on their troublesome neighbours. The peace,
however, left Charles the Twelfth at liberty to turn his attention
to his other foes, and to hurry to the assistance of Riga, which
was beleaguered by the Saxons and Poles; and of Narva, against
which city the Russians had made several unsuccessful assaults.
Without losing an hour, the king crossed to Malmoe. The troops
there were ordered to embark, immediately, in the vessels in the
harbour. They then sailed to Revel, where the Swedish commander,
Welling, had retired from the neighbourhood of Riga, his force
being too small to meet the enemy in the open field.
No sooner had the troops landed than the king reviewed them, and
General Welling was ordered, at once, to march so as to place
himself between the enemy and Wesenberg, where a large amount of
provisions and stores for the use of the army had been collected.
The two lieutenants, in the company of Captain Jervoise, were young
Scotchmen of good family, who had three months before come over and
obtained commissions, and both had, at the colonel's request, been
transferred to his regiment, and promoted to the rank of
lieutenants. Captain Jervoise and his four officers messed
together, and were a very cheerful party; indeed, their commander,
to the surprise both of his son and Charlie, had quite shaken off
his quiet and somewhat gloomy manner, and seemed to have become
quite another man, in the active and bracing life in which he was
now embarked. Cunningham and Forbes were both active young men,
full of life and energy, while the boys thoroughly enjoyed roughing
it, and the excitement and animation of their daily work.
Sometimes they slept in the open air, sometimes on the floor of a
cottage. Their meals were rough but plentiful. The king's orders
against plundering were very severe, and, even when in Denmark, the
country people, having nothing to complain of, had brought in
supplies regularly. Here in Linovia they were in Swedish dominions,
but there was little to be purchased, for the peasantry had been
brought to ruin by the foraging parties of the Russians and Poles.
There was some disappointment, that the enemy had fallen back at
the approach of Welling's force, but all felt sure that it would
not be long before they met them, for the king would assuredly lose
no time in advancing against them, as soon as his army could be
brought over. They were not, however, to wait for the arrival of
the main force, although the cavalry only took part in the first
affair. General Welling heard that a force of three thousand
Circassians had taken up their quarters in a village, some fifteen
miles away, and sent six hundred horse, under Majors Patkul and
Tisenbausen, to surprise them. They were, at first, successful and,
attacking the Circassians, set fire to the village, and were
engaged in slaughtering the defenders, when twenty-one squadrons of
Russian cavalry came up and fell upon them, attacking them on all
sides, and posting themselves so as to cut off their retreat. The
Swedes, however, gathered in a body, and charged the Russians so
furiously that they cut a way through their ranks, losing, however,
many of their men, while Major Patkul and another officer were made
prisoners.
The king was at Revel when this engagement took place, and,
although but few of the troops had arrived, he was too impatient
for action to wait until the coming of the fleet. He therefore
marched to Wesenberg, with his bodyguard and a few troops from
Revel. He at once despatched a thousand men, to cover the frontier,
and issued orders for the rest of the troops to leave the whole of
their baggage behind them, to take three days' provision in their
haversacks, and to prepare to march the next morning.
Major Jamieson came into the cottage, occupied by Captain Jervoise
and his officers, late in the evening. They had a blazing fire, for
it was now the middle of November, and the nights were very sharp.
"Well, Jervoise, what do you think of the orders?" he asked, as he
seated himself on a log that had been brought in for the fire.
"I have not thought much about them, except that we are going to do
a long and quick march somewhere."
"And where is that somewhere, do you think?"
"That, I have not the slightest idea."
"You would not say that it was to Narva?"
"I certainly should not, considering that we have but five thousand
infantry, and three thousand cavalry, and of these a large number
have been so weakened, by fever, as to be unfit for fighting; while
at Narva, report says there are eighty thousand Russians, in a
strongly intrenched camp."
"Well, that is where we are going, Jervoise, nevertheless. At
least, that is what the colonel has told me."
"He must have been surely jesting, major. We may be going to push
forward in that direction, and occupy some strong position until
the army comes up, but it would be the height of madness to attack
an enemy, in a strong position, and just tenfold our force."
"Well, we shall see," Jamieson said coolly. "It is certain that
Narva cannot hold out much longer, and I know that the king has set
his heart on relieving it; but it does seem somewhat too dangerous
an enterprise to attack the Russians. At any rate, that is the
direction in which we are going, tomorrow. It is a good seventy
miles distant, and, as they say that the whole country has been
devastated, and the villagers have all fled, it is evident that
when the three days' bread and meat we carry are exhausted we shall
have to get some food, out of the Russian camp, if nowhere else."
Captain Jervoise laughed, as did the others.
"We can live for a short time on the horses, Jamieson, if we are
hard pushed for it, though most of them are little beyond skin and
bone."
"That is true. The cavalry are certainly scarcely fit for service.
Welling's troops have had a very hard time of it, and we may thank
our stars, though we did not think so at the time, that we were
kept nearly three months at Malmoe, instead of being here with
Welling."
"But do you seriously think, major, that the king means to attack
the Russians?" Cunningham asked.
"My own idea is that he does, Cunningham. I cannot see what else
there is for us to do. At any rate, if he does, you may be sure
that we shall make a tough fight for it. The cavalry showed, the
other day, that they can stand up against many times their number
of the Russians, and if they can do it, I fancy we can. There is
one thing, the very audacity of such an attempt is in its favour."
"Well, we will all do our best, you may be sure; but since
Thermopylae, I doubt if men have fought against longer odds."
The next morning the men fell in. Captain Jervoise, who, like all
of his rank, was mounted, took his place at the head of his
company, and the little army marched away from Wesenberg. It was a
dreary march to Purts, but the sight of the ruined villages, and
devastated fields, aroused a feeling of indignation and fury among
the troops, and a fierce longing to attack men who had so
ruthlessly spread ruin through a fertile country. Orders were
issued, that evening, that the men were to husband their provisions
as much as possible, and the order was more strictly obeyed than
such orders usually are, for the men saw, for themselves, that
there was no possibility of obtaining fresh supplies in the wasted
country, and were well aware that there existed no train of waggons
and horses capable of bringing up stores from Wesenberg.
There were a few aged men and women remaining at Purts, and from
these they learned that their next day's march would take them to a
very difficult pass, which was held by six hundred of the Russian
cavalry, together with a force of infantry and some guns. It was
the intention of the king to encamp that evening near the pass,
and, when within three or four miles of it, General Meidel, who had
with him the quartermaster of the army, and four hundred cavalry,
rode on ahead to choose a site for the camp. He presently saw a
large body of Russian foragers in front of him, and sent back to
the king for permission to attack them. Charles ordered the army to
continue its march, and, hurrying forward with some of his
officers, joined General Meidel and charged the foragers, killing
many, taking others prisoners, and putting the rest to flight. He
followed close upon their heels, and rode right up to the mouth of
the pass, in spite of the heavy fire of artillery and musketry
opened by the Russians.
He at once determined to take advantage of the alarm produced by
the defeat of the Russian cavalry, and, although darkness was now
drawing on, brought up some of his infantry and artillery, and
attacked with such vigour that the Russians fled, after offering a
very feeble resistance.
A battalion of foot were ordered to occupy the pass, while the rest
of the army piled their arms, and lay down where they stood. In the
morning, they were astonished at the strength of the position that
had been gained so easily. The defile was deep and narrow, a rapid
stream ran through it, and the ground was soft and marshy. A few
determined men should have been able to bar the advance of an army.
The troops were in high spirits at the result of this, their first
action against the enemy, and were the more pleased that they
found, in the Russian camp, sufficient provisions to replace those
they had used. After a hearty meal, they again advanced at a brisk
march. The defile was captured on the evening of the 17th November,
and, early in the morning of the 20th, the army reached Lagena, a
league and a half from Narva, and, ordering the troops to follow,
the king rode forward to reconnoitre the Russian position.
The troops were weary with their long marches, and many of those
who had, but recently, recovered from fever were scarce able to
drag themselves along, while great numbers were unfit to take part
in a battle, until after two or three days of rest. The officers of
the Malmoe Regiment, for it had taken its name from the camp where
it had been formed, were gathered in a group at its head,
discussing the situation. Most of the officers were of opinion
that, to attack at once, with men and horses worn out with fatigue,
was to ensure destruction; but there were others who thought that,
in face of so great an army as that gathered in front of them, the
only hope was in an immediate attack. Major Jamieson was one of
these.
"The king is right," he said. "If the Russian army have time to
form, and to advance against us in order of battle, we must be
annihilated. At present, their camp is an extensive one, for, as I
hear, it extends in a great semi-circle four or five miles long,
with the ends resting on the river. They cannot believe that we
intend to attack them, and, if we go straight at them, we may
possibly gain a footing in their intrenchments, before the whole
army can gather to aid those at the point of attack. It will be
almost a surprise, and I think the king is right to attempt it, for
it is only by a quick and sudden stroke that we can gain a success
over so great an army."
The halt was but a short one and, as soon as the regiments had
arrived at the positions assigned to them, they advanced. As soon
as they appeared, on a rise of ground facing the intrenchments, the
enemy opened fire. The king had already reconnoitred a portion of
their position, exposing himself recklessly to their shot, and, as
soon as the troops came up, he issued orders for them to prepare to
attack in two columns. First, however, several of the regiments
were ordered to fall out, and to cut down bushes and make fascines,
to enable the troops to cross the ditches.
The intrenchment was a formidable one, being provided with parapets
armed with chevaux de frise, and flanked by strong exterior works,
while several batteries had been placed to sweep the ground across
which an enemy must advance.
The right column, under General Welling, was to march to a point
nearly in the centre of the great semicircle; while the left, under
General Rhenschild, was to assault a point about halfway between
the centre and the river, where one of the largest and most
powerful of the enemy's batteries was placed. The king himself was
with this wing, with his bodyguard, and he hoped that here he might
meet the czar commanding in person. The Russian emperor had,
however, left the camp that morning, to fetch up forty thousand men
who were advancing from Plescow, and the command of the army had
been assumed by the Duke of Croy.
The Swedish left wing had with it a battery of twenty-one guns,
while sixteen guns covered the attack on the right. It was two
o'clock in the afternoon when two guns gave the signal for the
advance. Hitherto the weather had been fine, but it had become
gradually overcast, and, just as the signal was given, a tremendous
storm of snow and hail began. It set right in the face of the
Russians, and concealed from them the movement of the Swedes, for
which, indeed, they were wholly unprepared, believing that the
small force they saw was but the advance guard of a great Swedish
army, and that no attack need be expected until the main body
arrived. The consequence was, the Swedes were almost at the edge of
the ditch before they were perceived, and both columns attacked
with such vigour and courage that, in a quarter of an hour, they
had gained a footing in the intrenchments, and had so filled up the
ditch with the fascines that the cavalry were able to follow them.
The Russians were so astounded at this sudden attack that they lost
heart altogether. The Swedish left, as soon as it entered the
intrenchments, swept along them, the Russians abandoning their guns
and batteries, and making for their bridge across the river.
Unfortunately for them, their huts were built close behind the
works, and in rear was another intrenchment, designed to repel
assaults from the town; and the terrified crowd, unable to make
their way rapidly along, over ground encumbered by their huts,
crossed the interior intrenchments, thinking to make their way
faster through the fields to the bridge.
The Swedish king, however, placed himself at the head of his
bodyguard, and, followed by the rest of his horse, charged right
upon them, cutting down great numbers, and driving the rest before
them towards the river, while the infantry kept up a heavy fire
upon the fugitives in the intrenchments.
The panic had spread quickly, and the Russian troops nearest to the
bridge were already pouring over, when the mass of the fugitives
arrived. These pressed upon the bridge in such numbers that it
speedily gave way, cutting off the retreat of their comrades
behind. Ignorant of the result, the terrified crowd pushed on,
pressing those in front of them into the river, and the number of
drowned was no less than that of those who fell beneath the
bullets, pikes, and sabres of the Swedes.
In their despair the Russians, rallied by some of their generals,
now attempted to defend themselves, and, by occupying some houses
and barracks, and barricading the passages between these with
overturned waggons, they fought bravely, and repulsed, for some
time, every effort of the Swedes.
Darkness was now falling, and the king hastened to the spot where
the battle was fiercely raging. As he ran towards it, he fell into
a morass, from which he was rescued with some difficulty, leaving
his sword and one boot behind him. However, he at once pushed on,
and placed himself at the head of the infantry engaged in the
assault. But even his presence and example did not avail. The
Russians maintained their position with desperate courage, and,
when it became quite dark, the assault ceased.
The right column had met with equal success. It had penetrated the
intrenchments, defeated all the Russians who opposed it, and now
moved to assist the left wing.
The king, however, seeing that the Russian defences could not be
carried, by a direct assault, without great loss, gathered the army
in the space between the town and the Russian intrenchments, and
placed them in a position to repel an attack, should the Russians
take the offensive; giving orders that, at daylight, the hill on
which the enemy had their principal battery should be assaulted.
The guns here commanded all the intrenchments, and the capture of
that position would render it impossible for the Russians to
continue their defence, or for the now separated wings of the army
to combine.
The officers in command of the Russian right wing, finding
themselves unable to cross the river on their broken bridge, and
surrounded by the Swedes, sent in to surrender in the course of the
evening, and two battalions of the Swedish Guards took possession
of the post that had been so gallantly defended. The king granted
them permission to retire with their arms, the colours and
standards being given up, and the superior officers being retained
as prisoners of war.
The broken bridge was repaired and, early the next morning, the
Russian troops passed over. Their left wing was, after the
surrender of their right, in a hopeless position, for on that side
no bridge had been thrown over the river, and their retreat was
wholly cut off. On learning, before daybreak, that the right wing
had surrendered, they too sent in to ask for terms. The king
granted them freedom to return to their country, but without their
standards or arms. They filed off before him, officers and soldiers
bareheaded, and passed over the bridge, their numbers being so
great that all had not crossed until next morning.
The Russians lost over 18,000 men killed or drowned, a hundred and
forty-five cannon, and twenty-eight mortars, all of which were new,
besides vast quantities of military stores and provisions. A
hundred and fifty-one colours, and twenty standards, and the
greater proportion of their muskets, together with the military
chest, the Duke of Croy, their commander-in-chief, and the whole of
their generals, colonels, majors, and captains, fell into the hands
of the Swedes, as prisoners of war. The total loss in killed and
wounded of the Swedes was under two thousand, the chief loss being
due to the desperate resistance of the Russians, after the battle
was irretrievably lost. It may be doubted whether so complete and
surprising a victory, between armies so disproportionate in force,
was ever before gained.
The king had exposed himself, throughout the day, most recklessly,
and was everywhere in the thick of the Russian bullets, and yet he
escaped without so much as a scratch. The Malmoe Regiment had been
with the left wing, but suffered comparatively little loss, as they
were one of the last to enter the intrenchments, and it was only
when darkness was closing in that they were called up to take a
part in the attack on the position held by the Russians.
"Never was the saying, that fortune favours the brave, more
signally verified, Jervoise," Major Jamieson said, as he sat down
to a rough breakfast with the officers of the Scottish company, on
the morning after the Russian surrender.
"That's true enough, but Russians are brave, too, as they showed at
the end of the day. I fancy you have a scotch proverb to the effect
that 'fou folk come to no harm.' I think that is more applicable in
the present case."
The major laughed.
"The fou folk relates rather to drunkenness than madness, Jervoise.
But, of course, it would do for both. I own that the whole
enterprise did seem, to me, to be absolute madness, but the result
has justified it. That sudden snowstorm was the real cause of our
victory, and, had it not been for that, I still think that we could
not have succeeded. The Russian cannon certainly continued to fire,
but it was wholly at random, and they were taken by surprise when
we suddenly appeared at the side of the ditch, while we were across
before they could gather any force sufficient to defend it.
"After that, panic did the rest. The commander in chief fell early
into our hands. There was no one to give orders, no one to rally
them, and I expect the Russian soldiers gave us credit for having
brought on that storm, to cover our assault, by the aid of malign
spirits.
"Well, lads, and how did you feel when the shots were whistling
about?"
"I did not like it at all, major," Charlie said. "It seemed such a
strange thing, marching along in the thick of that snowstorm,
hearing the rush of cannonballs overhead, and the boom of guns, and
yet be unable to see anything but the rear files of the company in
front."
"It was an uncanny feeling, Charlie. I felt it myself, and was very
grateful that we were hidden from the enemy, who, of course, were
blazing away in the direction in which they had last seen us. We
only lost three killed and twelve wounded, altogether, and I think
those were, for the most part, hit by random shots.
"Well, if this is the way the king means to carry on war, we shall
have enough of it before we are done."
The sick and wounded were sent into the town, the first thing, but
it was not until the Russians had all crossed the river that the
king, himself, rode triumphantly into the place, surrounded by his
staff, amid the wild enthusiasm of the inhabitants, whom his
victory had saved from ruin and massacre.
The town, although strongly fortified, was not a large one, and its
houses were so dilapidated, from the effects of the Russian
bombardment, that but few of the troops could be accommodated
there. The rest were quartered in the Russian huts. On the 26th, a
solemn service of thanksgiving for the victory was celebrated, with
a salute from all the cannon of the town and camp, and by salvos of
musketry from the troops.
The question of provisions was the most important now. It was true
that large quantities had been captured in the Russian camp, but,
beyond a magazine of corn, abandoned by the fugitives at Tama and
brought in, there was no prospect of replenishing the store when
exhausted, for the whole country, for a great distance round, had
been completely devastated by the Russians. These had not retreated
far, having been rallied by the czar at Plescow, and quartered in
the towns of the frontier of Livonia, whence they made incursions
into such districts as had not been previously wasted.
"This is dull work," Archie Cunningham said, one day. "The sooner
we are busy again, the better. There is nothing to do, and very
little to eat. The cold is bitter, and fuel scarce. One wants
something to warm one's blood."
"You are not likely to have anything of that kind, for some months
to come," Major Jamieson replied dryly. "You don't suppose we are
going to have a battle of Narva once a week, do you? No doubt there
will be a few skirmishes, and outpost encounters, but beyond that
there will be little doing until next spring. You can make up your
mind, for at least five months, of the worst side of a soldier's
life--dull quarters, and probably bad ones, scanty food, cold, and
disease."
"Not a very bright lookout, major," Forbes laughed. "I hope it
won't be as bad as that."
"Then I advise you to give up hoping, and to make up your mind to
realities, Forbes. There is a good deal of illness in the camp now,
and there will be more and more as the time goes on. There is
nothing like inaction to tell upon the health of troops. However,
we certainly shall not stay here. It would be impossible to victual
the army, and I expect that, before long, we shall march away and
take up quarters for the winter.
"As to operations on a great scale, they are out of the question.
After the thrashing they have had, the Russians will be months
before they are in a condition to take the offensive again; while
we are equally unable to move because, in the first place, we are
not strong enough to do so, and in the second we have no baggage
train to carry provisions with us, and no provisions to carry if we
had it."
On the 13th of December, the king quitted Narva with the army, and
on the 19th arrived at Lais, an old castle six miles from Derpt,
and here established his headquarters. A few of the troops were
stationed in villages, but the greater part in rough huts in the
neighbourhood, and along the frontier.
It was not long before Major Jamieson's predictions were verified.
A low fever, occasioned by the fatiguing marches and the hardships
they had endured, added to the misery from the cold and wet that
penetrated the wretched huts, spread rapidly through the army. Many
died, and great numbers were absolutely prostrated.
The king was indefatigable in his efforts to keep up the spirits of
the troops. He constantly rode about from camp to camp, entering
the huts, chatting cheerfully with the soldiers, and encouraging
them by kind words and assurances that, when the spring came, they
would soon gain strength again.
At Narva the four young officers had all purchased horses. Most of
the Swedish officers were mounted; and the king encouraged this,
as, on occasion, he could thereby collect at once a body of mounted
men ready for any enterprise; but their own colonel preferred that,
on the march, the lieutenants and ensigns should be on foot with
their men, in order to set them an example of cheerful endurance.
Those who wished it, however, were permitted to have horses, which
were, on such occasions, led in the rear of the regiment.
Captain Jervoise had approved of the purchase of the horses, which
were got very cheaply, as great numbers had been captured.
"If we can get over the difficulty of the forage," he said, "you
will find them very useful for preserving your health during the
winter. A ride will set your blood in motion, and, wherever we are
quartered, there are sure to be camps within riding distance. The
king approves of officers taking part in dashing expeditions, so
you may be able to take a share in affairs that will break the
monotony of camp life."
They found great benefit from being able to ride about. Forage was
indeed very scarce. They had no means of spending their pay on
luxuries of any kind, their only outlay being in the purchase of
black bread, and an occasional load of forage from the peasants.
Their regiment was with the force under the command of Colonel
Schlippenbach, which was not very far from Marienburg, a place open
to the incursions of the Russians. Baron Spens was at Signiz, and
Colonel Alvedyhl at Rounenberg, and to both these places they
occasionally paid a visit.
In order to keep the company in health, Captain Jervoise encouraged
the men to get up games, in which the four young officers took
part. Sometimes it was a snowball match in the open; at other times
a snow fort was built, garrisoned, and attacked. Occasionally there
were matches at hockey, while putting the stone, throwing the
caber, running and wrestling matches, were all tried in turn; and
the company suffered comparatively little from the illness which
rendered so large a proportion of the Swedish army inefficient.
Colonel Schlippenbach was an energetic officer, and had, several
times, ridden past when the men were engaged in these exercises. He
expressed to Captain Jervoise his approval of the manner in which
he kept his men in strength and vigour.
"I shall not forget it," he said, one day, "and if there is service
to be done, I see that I can depend upon your company to do it."
In January, he took a party of horse, and reconnoitred along the
River Aa, to observe the motions of the Saxons on the other side;
and, hearing that a party of them had entered Marienburg, he
determined to take possession of that place, as, were they to
fortify it, they would be able greatly to harass the Swedes.
Sending word to the king of his intention, and asking for an
approval of his plan of fortifying the town, he took three
companies of infantry and four hundred horse, made a rapid march to
Marienburg, and occupied it without opposition.
He had not forgotten his promise, and the company of Captain
Jervoise was one of those selected for the work. Its officers were
delighted at the prospect of a change, and, when the party started,
Captain Jervoise was proud of the show made by his men, whose
active and vigorous condition contrasted strongly with the debility
and feebleness evident, so generally, among the Swedish soldiers.
As soon as Marienburg was entered, the men were set to work, to
raise and strengthen the rampart and to erect bastions; and they
were aided, a few days later, by a reinforcement of two hundred
infantry, sent by the king, with some cannon, from the garrison of
Derpt. As the place was surrounded by a morass, it was, ere long,
put into a position to offer a formidable defence against any force
that the Russians or Saxons might bring against it.
The Swedes engaged on the work gained strength rapidly, and, by the
time the fortifications were finished, they had completely shaken
off the effects of the fever.