The cool and admirable manner in which General Stewart took up his
ground at the close of the action on the 25th of July, caused D'Erlon
to believe that we had been strongly reinforced, and only waited for
a new day to renew the combat. So confident was the Count of this,
that he lay the whole of the 26th on the heights of Maya, without
making one offensive movement. About two o'clock, P.M. on the 27th,
his advanced columns appeared a little in front of Elizonda, and on
being joined by those in the rear, prepared to attack us. But our
presence being required in another part of the country, we declined the
honour intended us, and retired from Barrueta encampment. The sixth
and seventh divisions having preceded us on the road to Pampluna, our
progress, after passing Almandos, was considerably retarded by their
baggage. About sun-set we began to ascend the pass of Lanz; but in
consequence of the obstacle just mentioned, and the darkness of the
night, we were compelled to halt on the summit of one of the lower
heights.
At day-break we resumed our march,--passed through the village of Lanz,
and about mid-day halted near La Zarza. Thinking ourselves secure of
a resting-place for the night, those whose chins required a little
trimming set about that operation, and the butchers in due time sent us
our allowance of tough beef, which was no sooner divided than popped
into our kettles. Every thing was proceeding as favourably as could
be wished--the beef was walloping in the camp-kettles, and the razors
running as quickly over our faces as the stiff and lengthy stubble
would permit them,--when, lo! the horn again sounded, not the note
of preparation, but to fall in and be instantly off. In a moment the
ground was covered with soup and butcher-meat, and half-shaved soldiers
stood laughing at each other in every direction. The scene altogether
was most ludicrous. In less than ten minutes we were on the road to
Pampluna, a few miles in front of which the allied army, and the enemy
under Marshal Soult, were engaged in the work of mutual destruction.
In the confident hope of forcing a passage to Pampluna, before a
sufficient number of the allied forces could be collected in that
quarter to prevent him, Marshal Soult attacked the third and fourth
divisions in their position at Huarte, at an early hour on the 28th.
But these troops, assisted by some Spanish battalions, and a brigade
of Portuguese infantry, repelled the enemy's first assault with
great gallantry. By dint of numbers, however, the French were at
length enabled to outflank the fourth division on the left, and were
proceeding to follow up their advantages, when the sixth division very
opportunely arrived, and threw their force into the scale against the
enemy. But although the arrival of this division must have satisfied
the Marshal that he could no longer hope to penetrate to Pampluna, he
nevertheless continued his attacks long after every prospect of success
had vanished. In them all he was most signally defeated, and at length
driven from the various heights with terrible slaughter.
Being too late to take any part in the battle of the 28th, we halted a
few miles in front of Pampluna, and bivouacked on the slope of a steep
hill. Next morning we advanced about a mile, and bivouacked on the
right of the road leading from Pampluna to La Zarza. Having received
information that Soult, despairing of success, had dispatched his
cavalry and artillery into France on the 29th, the Marquis Wellington,
conceiving his opponent would soon follow with his infantry, attacked
the left and centre of the French army at day-break on the 30th, and
after a very sharp action of four or five hours duration, defeated him
with great loss. Seeing his left wing turned, and his retreat into
France seriously endangered, Soult reinforced his right wing, and
between ten and eleven o'clock, A.M. filed a large body of infantry
towards the left of our corps, with the intention of making Sir Rowland
Hill retire from his advanced position, and permit the French columns
to withdraw quietly into their own country. Sir Rowland, however, with
his few battalions, prepared to repel the assaults of Soult's masses,
amounting to upwards of 20,000 men.
As soon as it became obvious that Soult intended to attack us, the
first brigade moved across the high-road, to line the brow of an
elevated ridge on its left, and facing the plain on which the enemy
was forming his columns of attack. The second brigade was ordered to
support the first, and two brigades of Portuguese infantry occupied a
height on the right of the road. The eighth and light companies of the
92d formed a guard to Sir Rowland Hill, who took post on a height to
the left of the road.
The enemy's preparations being completed, they pushed a strong body of
infantry along the base of the hill on which we were posted, with the
view of ascending it at a distant point, turning our left, and forcing
us to retire. To counteract this design, the first brigade made a
corresponding movement along the summit of the ridge, which being every
where covered with large trees, and long brush-wood, was not observed
by our opponents. The latter showing a disposition to make an attempt
on a part of the ridge of easier access than the other parts of it,
the 50th halted to frustrate their designs. The 71st formed in extended
order from the left of the 50th, to skirmish with the enemy should they
endeavour to force their way to its summit. The 92d was formed into
two divisions, the right formed a kind of moveable column, to support
those who most required their services, and the left was pushed along
the summit of the hill, to watch the motions of the enemy on the left.
Having the command of the right company of this column, I was desired
by the Adjutant-General of the division, to move down alone from the
right of the company about 130 yards, and on the first appearance of
the enemy on my right, to give notice to the officer in command. I had
advanced a considerable distance without being incommoded with the
movements of the French, when all at once their approach was announced
by a rustling noise about thirty yards distant on my right. I instantly
gave the alarm--but before my men joined me, three of the enemy's light
infantry fired at, but missed me. These we attacked briskly, and drove
back with great loss. After this we continued to skirmish with the
enemy at extended order, until one of their grenadier battalions issued
from a wood on our left, and with drums beating, and loud shouts of
Vive l'Empereur, advanced to the charge. Calling in our skirmishers,
we prepared to receive them in the warmest manner we could. The French
were from five to six hundred strong--we had only four companies, not
two hundred in all. Notwithstanding this disparity of force, however,
our Commandant, Captain Seton, conceiving it most politic to meet the
foe half-way, stepped in front of his little corps, and with his bonnet
in the left hand, and his sword in the other, said with great coolness
and animation, "Ninety-second, follow me!" then after proceeding about
twenty paces, he fell into the rear as usual on such occasions, and
gave the word,--"Charge." Our lads moved forward with great spirit
to measure bayonets with their opponents, and what the issue of such
a conflict would have been it were idle even to guess. But from such
an unequal trial of strength we were most unexpectedly relieved by
the 34th regiment, who coming in sight of us just as we were moving
forward, gave three hearty cheers, and joined us in our offensive
movement against the enemy. Being still greatly inferior to the enemy
in numbers, they seemed, for a little, quite determined to wait our
assault; but somehow, when we had arrived within thirty or forty paces
of them, they wheeled about and retired, hotly pursued by the two
little corps. Their loss was considerable. Their commanding-officer,
a fine young man, with two or three decorations at his breast, fell
mortally wounded.
We were not allowed to enjoy our triumph very long, however, for the
enemy, reinforced, again advanced against us. We returned their fire
for some time with considerable effect, but receiving at length such
an accession to his force as enabled him to outflank us on the left,
we were reluctantly compelled to retire from the ridge we occupied, to
another, and almost unassailable one, a mile in rear.
The other regiments of the second brigade, and Portuguese troops, were
also hotly engaged; but during the time we were at work on the first
position, the latter were not within our view. On retiring from that
post, however, we had them completely under our eyes, and it must be
admitted that some of the Portuguese battalions behaved uncommonly
well. Attacked by greatly superior numbers, they were forced to retire
fighting, to the summit of a height nearly two miles in rear of their
original position; but being there reinforced by a brigade of their
countrymen, they in turn became the assailants, and drove the French
down the ridge at the point of the bayonet. This closed the serious
operations of the day, but a loose irregular fire was kept up between
the enemy and the Portuguese, till after sun-set. The enemy's loss in
this day's action was great; ours also was considerable. My little band
was reduced from thirty-six to twenty-four, five being killed and seven
wounded.
An order having been issued early in the morning of the 30th, for all
men who could not keep up with their battalions to be sent to the
baggage, I selected three of the company to proceed as directed. Two
of them went with _apparent_ goodwill, but the other respectfully told
me that he would much rather die than leave us. The fate of these three
men being rather striking, may furnish the curious with a subject for
conversation.
In the action of the 25th July, William Dougald, the one who would not
leave us, was hit three times with spent balls in the course of five
minutes. These wounds, though not much minded at the time, became so
inflamed by subsequent exertion, that on the 30th he was scarcely able
to drag his right leg after him. I shall never forget the exertions he
made to keep up with his companions, and the admirable manner in which
he performed his duty in action, till stretched a lifeless corpse on
the heights of La Zarza.
John Brookes, one of the two who quitted the company agreeable to
order, was also struck on the 25th of July by a musket-ball, which
hitting him on the throat, was miraculously turned aside by his
stock, without doing him any apparent injury. But the parts soon
became inflamed, and by the 30th, any words he uttered were quite
unintelligible. The brave fellow having obeyed my orders with apparent
alacrity, I was much surprised, on going into action, to observe him
only a few paces in the rear, on his way to rejoin us. Having no
time to take notice of Brookes' disobedience of a positive order, he
proceeded with the company, and conducted himself with his usual
spirit and gallantry, till another musket-ball struck him on the same
place on which he was hit on the 25th July, passed through his neck,
and killed him on the spot.
The other, Hugh Johnston, my servant, quitted us in company with
Brookes, and rejoined his companions along with him. Soon after going
into action a ball lodged in his groin, and he was borne a little way
to the rear, the blood all the way flowing profusely from the wound.
Our subsequent movement on that day placed him in the enemy's hands,
where he remained all night without medical aid. On the retreat of the
enemy next morning, I despatched three men to carry him into La Zarza.
Finding him greatly exhausted, they offered him a little spirits and
water, on receiving which he lifted up his head, and having faintly
said, "O! I would like to see him," reclined his head on the breast
of one of his companions, and, with a smile on his countenance, bade
adieu to all earthly things. Such was the premature fate of as good a
soldier, and faithful servant, as ever graced the ranks of the British
army.
On retiring from the ridge on which we had been so long engaged on the
30th, the--Portuguese regiment of infantry was ordered to cover our
retreat. From some cause, however, best known to themselves, the whole,
save about 150, took the shortest road to a place of safety, and left
the others and their Colonel, a fine young Highlander, to cover the
retreat of their allies in any manner they could. In the valley between
that ridge and the one to which we retired, there were some houses
which should have been held by the Portuguese, but in consequence of
their conduct, were soon taken possession of by the enemy. Enraged
to see this post lost by the bad behaviour of his men, the Colonel
galloped up to the standard-bearer, snatched the standard out of his
hands, and after attempting to rally a part of his troops, flew like
lightning towards the enemy, till he arrived within a hundred yards of
the houses, when he waved the standard round his head, and continued
to do so for a considerable time, amidst showers of the enemy's shot.
The gallant Colonel having both an uncle and a brother in our regiment,
it was with great difficulty we could keep our men from breaking away
from us, to render their countryman that aid which the Portuguese
refused to give him. Our orders being peremptory, we durst not move,
but we had the pleasure soon after of congratulating the young warrior
on his admirable display of some of the finest military qualities
of a soldier, and on his many hair-breadth 'scapes, his cloak and
body-clothes being pierced in several places by musket-balls.
None but those who have had an opportunity of witnessing it, can have
any idea how very little soldiers in general think of the danger
which frequently surround them while on active service. The officers
of the first brigade were reclining under the cooling shade of a
wide-spreading tree on the 29th of July, and cracking their jokes, as
if each had received a fifty years renewal of his earthly existence,
when an officer of the 50th regiment, who had been stationed at
Lisbon, passed them in a very comfortable state of equipment. On his
dismounting to report his arrival to the commanding-officer,--Colonel
Fitzgerald of the 60th, then commanding the light companies of the
second division, rose and cried, "Come, is any one inclined for a
bet?" His query being answered in the affirmative,--"I will bet
twenty dollars to one," rejoined the Colonel, "that the officer just
arrived in our bivouac is either killed or a prisoner with the enemy
in twenty-four hours." The bet was taken,--the officer, horse and all,
was in the hands of the French before the expiry of the period named by
Fitzgerald, but the bet was never paid, for the latter was only a few
hours later in following the other into the Gallic dominions.
This reminds me of another bet, which fully corroborates what I have
asserted in the first sentence of the preceding paragraph. The 28th
regiment being hard pressed on one occasion during the battle of
_Barossa_, in March 1811, some officers of another corps expressed
doubts as to the 28th being able to repel the assault of so superior
a body of troops. On hearing this, Major B----, who well knew what
the Bragge Slashers could do, galloped forward to the _doubters_, and
offered to bet thirty dollars to one, that the 28th would "thrash the
rascals soundly." The bet being declined, the Major soon after, and on
seeing the storm thickening, pulled out his purse, and holding it up,
cried, "this purse of gold to a doubloon, the Bragge Slashers lick them
yet." The bet being taken, and the 28th having repelled the enemy's
attack, Major B---- rode up to the taker of the bet, and very coolly
said, "The doubloon, if you please, Sir."
On that memorable day, the same gallant individual commanded a body of
light infantry, whose inexpressibles were in a most tattered condition.
Their hearts, however, appear to have been sound, for they repeatedly
urged the Major to let them down upon the enemy. This, however, he
could not for some time do. But a favourable opportunity at length
offering, he turned round to his followers, and in his usual cool
and humorous manner, cried with the voice of a Stentor, "Now charge
you bare ---- blackguards." This singular address was received with
uproarious mirth. The charge was successful, and before the little
ragged band regained their original ground, it was generally supposed
that each individual had acted strictly on the advice given by Norman
Stewart of the 92d to a comrade in Holland, in the year 1799, and "shot
a shentleman for himsel'."
About the middle of the action between the right wing of the 92d
regiment and the enemy, on the 25th of July, my pay-sergeant,
tapping me on the shoulder, said he wished to speak to me. On my
stepping a pace or two to the rear, and inquiring the purport of his
communication, he replied with a tremulous voice, "Oh! Sir, this is
terrible work, let me change places with you for a few minutes."
Respecting very highly the friendly motive which induced sergeant C----
to offer to place himself _between me and the enemy's bullets_, I
merely desired him to attend to his duty in the rear. In five minutes
the poor fellow made a similar proposal, by which time dozens of our
men lay around us killed and wounded, and the enemy in front literally
in heaps. "I respect your motives, sergeant C----, but don't trouble
me again on this subject," was my reply. On resuming his post in rear
of the company, C----'s eyes bespoke the severest disappointment, and
continued to do so till a musket-ball entered his body a little above
the groin, when calling upon me by name, he said, "I am killed." On
perceiving him stagger, his brother, a private in the same company,
flew to his assistance. Convinced that his wound was mortal, he
requested to be laid down in rear of the company, being in great agony.
The request, however, had scarcely been made, when a second ball struck
the brave and warm-hearted sergeant, and killed him on the spot.