CHAPTER XV.

The stone bridge which used to connect the two banks of the Bidassoa,

and which the French, after their evacuation of the Spanish territory,

had destroyed, was not, I found, repaired; but a temporary bridge of

pontoons rendered the stream passable without subjecting the traveller

to the necessity of fording. A party of artificers were, moreover,

at work renewing the arches which had been broken down; and a new

_tête-de-pont_ on the opposite side from the old one was already

erected, to be turned to account in case of any unlooked-for reverse of

fortune, and consequent retreat beyond the frontier. I observed, too,

that the whole front of the pass beyond the river was blocked up with

redoubts, batteries, and breastworks; and that Lord Wellington, though

pressing forward with victory in his train, was not unmindful of the

fickleness of the blind goddess.

As I was crossing the pontoon-bridge, two objects, very different

in kind, but intimately connected the one with the other, attracted

my attention almost at the same moment. A body of Spanish cavalry,

which appeared to have passed the river at one of the fords a little

higher up, presented themselves winding along a steep by-path which

communicated with the highroad just beside the old _tête-de-pont_. They

were guerillas, and were consequently clothed, armed, and mounted in a

manner the least uniform that can well be imagined. Of the men, some

were arrayed in green jackets, with slouched hats and long feathers;

others in blue, helmeted like our yeomanry or artillery-drivers;

several wore cuirasses and brazen headpieces, such as they had probably

plundered from their slaughtered enemies. But, notwithstanding this

absence of uniformity in dress, the general appearance of these

troopers was exceedingly imposing. They were, on the whole, well

mounted; and they marched in that sort of loose and independent

manner which, without indicating the existence of any discipline

amongst them, bespoke no want of self-confidence in individuals. Their

whole appearance, indeed--for they could not exceed sixty or eighty

men--reminded me forcibly of a troop of bandits; and the resemblance

was not the less striking that they moved to the sound, not of trumpets

or other martial music, but of their own voices. They were singing a

wild air as they passed, in which sometimes one chanted by himself,

then two or three chimed in, and by-and-by the whole squadron joined in

a very musical and spirited chorus.

The other object which divided my attention with these bold-looking but

lawless warriors, was about half-a-dozen dead bodies, which the flow

of the tide brought at this moment in contact with the pontoons. They

were quite naked, bleached perfectly white, and so far had yielded to

the operation of decay that they floated like linen rags on the surface

of the water. Perhaps these were some of our own men who had fallen

in the passage of the river upwards of eight weeks ago; perhaps they

were the bodies of such of the French soldiers as had perished in their

retreat after one of Soult's desperate but fruitless efforts to relieve

the garrison of St Sebastian. Who or what they were I had no means of

ascertaining, nor was it of much consequence: to whatever nation they

might have once belonged, they were now food for the fishes; and to the

fishes they were left, no one dreaming that it was requisite to pull

them to land, or to rob one set of reptiles of their prey only to feed

another.

Such is a summary of the events that befell me in a morning's ride

from the cantonments at Gauthory to the town of Irun. After crossing

the river my progress was direct and of little interest. I journeyed,

indeed, amid scenes all of them familiar, and therefore in some degree

having a claim upon my own notice; but I neither saw nor met with any

object worth describing to my reader. It was a little past the hour of

noon when my horse's hoofs clanked upon the pavement of Irun.

I found that place just recovering from the bustle which the departure

of a corps of twenty thousand Spanish infantry may be supposed to have

produced. This vast body of men had, it appeared, behaved so badly in

the action of the 9th of November that Lord Wellington was induced to

order them to the rear in disgrace; and they had remained in quarters,

in Irun and the neighbourhood, till the day preceding my arrival, when

they were again permitted to join the army. By whom they were commanded

on the day of their shame I have totally forgotten; nor will I cast a

slur upon the reputation of any general officer by naming one at random.

Notwithstanding the departure of so great a multitude, I found the

place far from deserted either by military or civil inhabitants. A

garrison of two or three thousand soldiers was still there--a corps,

I believe, of militia or national guards; and few of the houses were

unoccupied, though whether by their rightful owners or not I take it

not upon me to determine. One thing, however, I perfectly recollect;

and that is, the extreme incivility and absence of all hospitality

which distinguished them. Whether it was that the troops, so long

quartered among them, had inspired them with their own dislike to my

countrymen, or whether that jealousy which the Spanish people have

always encouraged, and still encourage, of foreigners in general and

Englishmen in particular, was at work, I cannot tell; but I remember

that I had some difficulty in persuading the keeper of an inn to put

up my own and my servant's horses in his stable, and still greater in

prevailing upon him to dress an omelet for my dinner. Nor was this all:

my journey had been undertaken, not from curiosity alone, but in the

hope of laying in a stock of coffee, cheese, tea, &c., at a cheap rate.

But every effort to obtain these things was fruitless, the shopkeepers

sulkily refusing to deal with me except on the most exorbitant terms.

I was not sorry, under such circumstances, when, having finished my

omelet, and baited and rested my horses, I turned my back upon Irun,

and took once more a direction towards the front.

I would lay before my readers a detail of another excursion, executed

on Christmas-day, to St Jean de Luz, were I not fully aware that

there are few among them who are not as well acquainted as myself

with the circumstances attending the celebration of that festival in

a Roman Catholic country. On the present occasion all things were

done with as much pomp and show as the state of the city, filled with

hostile battalions, and more than half deserted by its inhabitants

and priesthood, would permit. For my own part, I viewed the whole

proceeding, not with levity, certainly, but as certainly without

devotion; because the entire scene appeared to me better calculated

to amuse the external senses and dazzle the imagination, than to stir

up the deeper and more rational sensations of piety. I returned home,

nevertheless, well pleased with the mode in which the morning had been

spent; and joining a party of some ten or twelve who had clubbed their

rations for the sake of setting forth a piece of roast-beef worthy of

the occasion, I passed my evening not less agreeably than I had spent

the morning.

Among other events that befell during our sojourn at Gauthory, a

sale of the effects of such of our brother officers as had fallen

in the late battles, deserves to be numbered. On such occasions the

sergeant-major generally acts the part of auctioneer, and a strange

compound of good and bad feeling accompanies the progress of the

auction. In every society of men some will be found whose thoughts,

centring entirely in self, regard all things as commendable, or the

reverse, solely as it increases or restricts their personal enjoyments.

Even the sale of the clothes and accoutrements of one who, but a few

weeks or days before, was their living and perhaps favourite companion,

furnishes to such food for mirth; and I am sorry to say that during the

sale of which I now speak more laughter was heard than redounded to the

credit of those who joined in or produced it. Nor do I pretend, while

thus censuring others, to screen myself; for I fear that few laughed

more heartily than I, when shirts with nine tails, or no tails at all,

were held up against the sun by the facetious auctioneer; and sundry

pairs of trousers were pressed upon our notice as adapted for summer

wear, inasmuch as their numerous apertures promised to admit a free

current of air to cool the blood. But, with one or two exceptions, I

must say that there was not a man present who thought of the former

owners of these tailless shirts without affection, and who would not

have willingly given the full value, ay, even of the shirts themselves,

could his expenditure of such a sum have redeemed them from the power

of the grave. This sale, however, acted as a sort of warning to me.

Though my wardrobe was in as good condition as that of most men, I

chose not to have it or its owner made the subject of a joke; so I

inserted among my few memoranda a request that no article of mine

should be put up to auction, but that all should be given, in case I

fell, as expressly appointed.

I have said that the usual means of defeating _ennui_--namely,

shooting, coursing, and fishing--were resorted to by Grey and myself

while we inhabited these cantonments. Among other experiments, we

strolled down one lovely morning towards the sea, with the hope of

catching some fish for dinner. In that hope we were disappointed; but

the exquisite beauty of the marine view to which our walk introduced

us, amply made amends for the absence of sport. It was one of those

soft and enervating days which, even in England, we sometimes meet

with during the latter weeks of December, and which in the south

of France are very frequent at that season. The sun was shining

brightly and warmly; not a breath of air was astir; and the only sound

distinguishable by us who stood on the summit of the cliff was the

gentle and unceasing murmur of tiny waves, as they threw themselves

upon the shingle. The extent of waters upon which we gazed was bounded

on the right by the headlands at the mouth of the Adour, and on the

left by those near Passages. Before us the waste seemed interminable;

and I am not sure that it was the less sublime, because not a boat or

vessel of any description could be descried upon it. At such moments

as these, when contemplating such a scene, it is hardly possible for

any man to hinder his thoughts from wandering away from the objects

immediately around him to I do not recollect any hour of my life during

which the thought of home came more powerfully across me than the

present. Perhaps, indeed, the season of the year had some effect in

producing this result. It was the season of mirth and festivity, of

licensed uproar and innocent irregularity; and cold the land of his

nativity and the home of his fathers. I do not recollect any hour of

my life during which the thought of home came more powerfully across

me than the present. Perhaps, indeed, the season of the year had

some effect in producing this result. It was the season of mirth and

festivity, of licensed uproar and innocent irregularity; and cold and

heartless must he be who remembers not his home, however far removed

from him, when that season comes round. I confess that the idea of mine

brought something like moisture into my eyes, of which I had then no

cause to be ashamed, and the remembrance of which produces in me no

sense of shame even now.

The walk towards the sea became from this time my favourite; but it

was not my only one. Attended by my faithful spaniel (an animal, by

the way, which never deserted me even in battle), I wandered with a

gun across my shoulder over a great extent of country, and in all

directions. I found the scenery beautiful, but far less so than I

had expected to find it in the south of France. There was no want of

wood, it is true; and corn-fields, or rather fields lying fallow, were

intermixed in fair proportion with green meadows and sloping downs.

But there was nothing striking or romantic anywhere, except in the

bold boundary of the Pyrenees, now twenty miles distant. I observed,

however, that there was no want of chateaux and gentlemen's seats.

These were scattered about in considerable numbers, as if this had been

a favourite resort of those few among the French gentry who prefer the

quiet of the country to the bustle and hurry of Paris. Some of these

chateaux were, moreover, exceedingly elegant in their appearance--a

circumstance which, when connected with their size and the extent of

the woods about them, led to a persuasion that they belonged to men

of higher rank than the Mayor of Biaritz. But in general they were of

a description which bespoke their owners as belonging to the class

of wealthy merchants who supported their town houses and warerooms

in Bayonne, or perhaps in Bourdeaux. All, however, were thoroughly

ransacked. Over them, as well as over the houses in our rear, the storm

of rapine had passed, leaving its usual traces of dilapidation and ruin

behind.

It is needless to continue a narrative of such events. Thus passed

several weeks, the business of one day resembling in almost every

respect the business of another. As often as the weather would permit

I made a point of living out of doors; when the contrary was the case,

I adopted the ordinary expedients to kill time within. Nor were we

all this while without a few occurrences calculated to hinder us from

forgetting that we really were in an enemy's country, and at the seat

of war. The bloody flag was more than once hoisted on the tower of the

church of Arcanques, as a signal that the French troops were in motion;

and we, in our turn, stood to our arms. But of such alarms almost all

proved to be groundless; and those which were not designedly so might

as well have been omitted. The fact was that Soult, having been called

upon at this time to detach some divisions of his veteran soldiers

to the assistance of Napoleon, already hard pressed by the Allies in

the north, was under the necessity of filling his ranks with all the

men, and even boys, that were not absolutely required to cultivate

the soil. The entire winter was accordingly spent by him in training

the conscripts to the use of arms. He marched and countermarched them

from place to place, that they might learn to move with celerity and

in order; he set up targets for them to fire at, and caused frequent

alarms to our pickets when teaching his recruits to take a correct aim:

he was, in short, now, as he always was, indefatigable in providing

for the defence of the country committed to his care, and in his

endeavours to make the most of a force assuredly not adequate to the

purpose. But we were not doomed to be continually the dupes of false

alarms, nor to be amused for ever with the issuing of orders, which

were scarcely received ere they were retracted. A necessity for a real

movement occurred at last, and we bade adieu for ever to the cottage

of Gauthory, which we first entered with regret, and finally quitted

without reluctance.

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