ANXIETY.
The sun was yet far below the horizon of a sea that, like the sky
above it, presented a purity of blue, which still, on each successive
morning, excited the wonder of the European, when, by beaten drum and
the ringing Kentish bugle in camp and fort, and all along the echoing
shore, the various corps of Sir Charles Grey's army were roused from
slumber, and summoned to their colours; while, on a gun being fired
from the ship of Admiral Jervis, all the boats of the fleet shot off
simultaneously, to convey them on board.
I have already mentioned that the _Adder_ frigate lay nearest to the
shore in the leeward line; thus we, the Fusiliers, were on the
extreme left flank, when drawn up on the beach for embarkation.
Already our restless fellows had forgotten their long sea-voyage;
already they were tired of garrison routine, and longed to be at the
enemy. After three hearty cheers, we departed from the fort to the
beach in heavy marching order, with our band playing and colours
cased; and forming close column, halted; then, by successive
companies, we were embarked in the boats of the _Adder_.
Fifteen thousand men were there under arms--their bayonets flashing
in the sun. A few years after, and what had war and pestilence left
of all that glittering host? Hecatombs of rotten bones, when the
roll of their "spirit-stirring drums" was lost in the silence of
their graves by sea and shore; for Rochambeau and Rouvigny, who
commanded in Martinique, and Ricard in St. Lucia, with Victor Hughes
in Guadaloupe, were all skilful and resolute officers, who promised
to give us pretty hot work before we could add these isles to the
empire of the Queen of the Sea.
Glendonwyn's company was in rear of our columns, and from its other
supernumeraries I stood somewhat apart, and full of my own sad
reflections, gazing abstractedly on the exciting scene, the
brilliance of which surpassed all I had conceived, as the cloudless
sun arose in all his glory from the West-Indian sea; while each long
and sharp-prowed boat, crowded with red-coats, its flashing oars
moving with the regularity of some vast and many-footed monster,
cleft the clear water of the bay. The brass bands were all playing,
and cheers were ringing incessantly along the sunny shore, and on
board the armed fleet. The scene was, indeed, most glorious and
inspiriting; but I thought only of the sad young Frenchwoman, of the
sorrowful story she had told me of her hopeless future, and the hours
of delight we could never spend together again.
Under Captain Macdonald, of Kinlochmoidart, our first company had
already embarked, and the column was closing up, when an aiguiletted
officer, who wore a brilliant staff uniform, and whom I knew to be
Lieutenant Harry Smith, of the Scots Royals, and aide-de-camp to Sir
Charles Grey, rode hurriedly up to the Earl of Kildonan.
"My lord," I heard him say, "I have a message to you from the
general."
"An invitation to a Barbadian breakfast, eh?" replied our colonel
laughing, as he patted the curving neck of his beautiful black horse;
"champagne, coffee, ham, and guaya jelly; pine-apples, citron, and
limes."
"Nothing half so pleasant," said the handsome young aide smiling;
"but we require twenty rank and file of your Fusiliers for immediate
duty."
"At the moment of embarkation! an odd request."
"We want them without delay, by desire of his excellency the
governor."
"You will have the goodness to explain."
"Nearly the whole garrison are employed at the boats or on fatigue
parties to day, and he requires one officer and twenty Fusiliers for
a few hours. They will be back ere the last company is embarked."
"And this duty?"
"An outrage of a dreadful nature was committed last night, a few
miles from Bridgetown."
"Where?" asked the earl.
"At a villa named Boscobelle."
My heart died within me at these terrible words; but restrained by
etiquette and by that force of habit which discipline impels, I dared
not speak; but the _memory_ of the shock these words gave me still
vibrates in my heart.
"Indeed!" exclaimed the earl.
"Madame de Rouvigny," continued the aide-de-camp, in the most easy
and conversational way, "a French emigrant lady--and, by the bye, a
devilish pretty woman--has been carried off in the night----"
"Carried off!"
"Or murdered; we know not which, as her body cannot be found, and her
residence has been burned to its foundation."
I leave the reader to imagine how these dreadful tidings chilled my
heart.
"Murdered--carried off--a lady!" reiterated the earl.
"Yes--deuced unpleasant affair," yawned the staff officer, of whom I
have more to relate elsewhere.
"By whom?"
"Runaway negroes--Caribs in their piraguas--perhaps by pirates, or
French privateersmen;--by whom we know not; but as it is thought they
may still be lurking in the cane-fields or thickets, some twenty rank
and file of yours--all active fellows--are wanted to scour the bush
thereabout. Please to detail them at once, my lord; they will not be
long detained."
"Instantly," exclaimed the earl, wheeling round his horse.
"I know this place called Boscobelle, my lord--permit me to go?" I
asked breathlessly.
"Certainly, Ellis; you're a smart lad," said the earl; "and I like to
find a soldier always ready."
How little could our colonel fathom the cause of my readiness and
anxiety--my burning impatience to be gone!
Old Glendonwyn gave Lieutenant Haystone the right section of our
company; we threw off our knapsacks, haversacks, canteens, blankets,
and all that might impede us. I relinquished my sergeant's pike for
a musket. We loaded with ball-cartridge, and thus, under my
guidance, twenty of the Fusiliers went off, double-quick, towards
that place so well known to me, the residence of Eulalie.