‘FOR VALOUR!’
A glorious summer morning, Friday, 26th June 1857. Thousands upon
thousands of spectators have wended their way to Hyde Park to see her
Majesty the Queen present to the sixty-two heroes of the navy and army
the newly instituted reward of bravery--the Victoria Cross.
Manufactured of bronze, cast from cannon taken at Sebastopol, the
intrinsic value is fourpence halfpenny; but millions of money could not
buy the right to wear that little Maltese cross. Underneath the
lion-surmounted crown are the words, ‘For Valour!’ and valour alone,
valour on the battlefield, can win for the soldier or sailor the
proudest decoration a British subject can wear.
Amongst the sixty-two heroes to be decorated that day were two men
wearing the handsome blue and white of the ‘Death or Glory Boys.’ They
were Cornet Blair and Sergeant-major Barrymore. The _Gazette_ records
the deeds by which they earned the cross as follows:
‘For distinguished bravery at Balaclava on 25th October 1854, in
rescuing Captain Norreys under a heavy fire; and, while both wounded, at
the risk of their own lives in gallantly bringing him out of danger.’
Never will Jack forget the roaring, cheering thousands the little band
passed through as they marched from Portman Barracks to the Park. There
were assembled representative regiments of the different branches which
had served in the Crimea, while the ground was kept by infantry and
cavalry of the Household Brigade.
Jack and his comrades, officers and privates all together, were drawn up
in line; and, just before ten, her Majesty, dressed in a sort of
uniform, and mounted on horseback, appeared on the scene.
Then the heroes were presented to her by name by the Secretary of State
for War, and her Majesty, with a few kind words, pinned to each man’s
breast the coveted cross. Among them was one old comrade of Jack’s,
Parkes the giant trooper of the 4th Light Dragoons, who had been in
prison at Voronesh with him.
The presentation over, the troops marched past. Lord Cardigan, on the
horse he had ridden in the celebrated charge, led by at a gallop his
regiment, the 11th Hussars, many a Balaclava man still serving with
them; and the Inniskilling Dragoons were also on the ground.
When the Queen left the ground a mad rush was made by the crowd to shake
hands with the newly decorated heroes; but Jack, with the recollection
of their reception in Ireland fresh in his mind, had arranged with his
uncle Colonel Harrington, who had his carriage on the ground, into which
Jack and Barrymore got directly the Queen went, and were driven off to
Regent’s Park Terrace, to the town house of Colonel Harrington.
There a number of our old friends were assembled. A dinner-party was
being held in Jack’s honour that night, and Colonel Harrington had told
Jack he could ask whoever he liked. Colonel Norreys and Captain Leland
were there, and Jack determined to have his humbler friends Will Hodson
and Jimmy Linham, who were honoured guests. Colonel Harrington had asked
Colonel Leland and Jack’s old colonel, then a General, who came with
Linham. These two lived together, Linham being ostensibly General
Rawlence’s valet; in reality he was a companion, and the two were never
happy out of each other’s sight. Jimmy’s wounds had healed, and he was
cured except that he walked with a stiff leg.
During the afternoon a servant approached Jack and said a young
gentleman and an old lady had called, and begged a minute’s interview.
Jack immediately went to the drawing-room, where he saw a ruddy-looking,
fair young man, whose empty sleeve buttoned to his coat showed he had
only one arm. This young man coloured when he saw Jack, and began,
‘Pardon my liberty in calling; but being in London I couldn’t go
without’----
‘Tom, Tom, dear old Tom Callon!’ cried Jack, seizing him by his one
hand, ‘this is indeed the only thing wanting to complete my happiness.’
‘This is kind, sir, most kind,’ said Tom, ‘to greet me like this. Of
course now you’re an officer and a V.C.’
‘Bosh and nonsense. My old comrades, who shared the dangers of the
Crimea with me, I am and always shall be happy to see.’
The old lady here had to shed a few tears. ‘Is this the gentleman, Tom,
as saved your life?’ she asked gently.
‘Yes, mother, this is the Jack--I mean Mr Blair--I’ve so often told you
about.’
‘Indeed, sir,’ said the old lady dropping a curtsey, ‘he talks of you
by the hour. If an old woman’s blessings and prayers are of any value
you have mine, for you saved to me my son, my only boy, and now my sole
support.”
‘Say no more, Mrs Callon. What I did for Tom he would have done for me.
We all did our best in the war.’
‘It’s most kind of you to say so, sir, and coming from one who this very
day I saw our blessed Queen, with her own hands, present a medal to, I
take the liberty of saying it’s a great honour, and if you would shake
hands with me’----
‘I’ll do more, Mrs Callon; I’ll kiss you,’ and Jack suited the action to
the word, and then said, ‘You must see my mother and sisters, Mrs
Callon, and have a cup of tea, while Tom and I have a talk.’
Over a glass of wine Tom related how he had his arm amputated at Scutari
and been invalided home, and how, while he had been in hospital, Colonel
Leland and his daughter had visited the place, and seeing his name and
regiment above his bed had asked him if he knew Jack Blair. Then he had
told his tale, and the colonel had taken an interest in him, and when he
was well had given him a position as a sort of under-bailiff on his
estate.
‘So you see, Jack,’ he concluded, ‘as you say I may still call you so,
I’m far better off, and quite as happy as if I’d remained in the
service, and also I am able to keep the old mother in comfort, which I
could not otherwise have done.’
‘Tom, you’ll dine with me to-night,’ said Jack; and so Tom Callon was of
the party.
When after dinner the ladies had retired--which Captain Leland seemed to
be in no hurry that they should do, holding open the door for them, and
his eyes following Miss Molly up the stair--the gentlemen, all soldiers,
most of whom had ridden in that fatal and historic charge, settled down
to their wine and cigars. The toast of the Queen was duly drunk, and
then Sergeant Linham, who was a little flushed, rose to his feet. He
looked round him and blew violently down his nose.
‘Gentlemen and comrades,’ he said, ‘there are some here who never served
in the glorious old 17th, some who did not share the dangers of the
charge at Balaclava; but these I am sure will be as ready to drink my
toast as those who did. Gentlemen, I give you the gallant four hundred
who gave their lives for their country on that day.’
The toast was drunk amidst dead silence, and then Linham, filling his
glass again, continued, ‘Ha, hum! gentlemen, though most here are
officers, you will grant a plain soldier a word. I want to give you the
health of one whom I’m proud to call friend--Jack Blair. The Queen, God
bless her, has honoured him to-day, has honoured me, has honoured the
old “Death or Glory Boys,” has honoured us all in honouring him. She
bestowed on him the greatest prize a soldier can win, the Victoria
Cross, and I ask you--I ask you all--who is there more worthy to be
honoured?’
There was no answer.
‘Ha, hum!’ continued the sergeant, ‘you don’t answer. There is no
answer; you all agree. Our respected officer Colonel Norreys led us into
the charge, but who brought us out if Jack didn’t? I give you his
health, “Blair of Balaclava,” with three times three!’
The toast was enthusiastically drunk, and then Linham dashed his glass
on the floor and smashed it.
‘No other toast shall ever be drunk out of that glass,’ he said proudly;
‘and, ha, hum! you toads--I mean gentlemen--if Jack Blair hasn’t got
cause to be proud this day I want to know who has? I want to know?’
And no answer being vouchsafed, Jimmy Linham sat down, convinced that
his question was unanswerable, as indeed it was.
THE END.
Edinburgh:
Printed by W. & R. Chambers, Limited.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Native wagon.
[2] This is the nickname of the 11th Hussars, so called on account of a
number of them having been taken prisoners in a cherry-orchard during
the Peninsular war.
[3] This gun is now at Woolwich.
[4] The losses incurred by our troops in the Crimea, from cholera and
other diseases, was a lasting disgrace to English administration. When,
through the letters of Dr W. H. Russell, the Times correspondent in
the Crimea, the facts became known, the popular wave of indignation
it aroused swept the inept Ministry from power. So far as the men
were concerned, a finer army than the one sent to the Crimea, or one
worse provided for, never left our shores. It is not too much to say
that the transport, commissariat, and medical services, as we now
understand the terms, did not exist. We had been at peace too long, we
had lost the art of making war, the lessons of the Peninsular campaign
had been forgotten. The men were sent to face a severe Russian winter
in thin clothing, there were practically no tents, no blankets, no
medical stores, no reserve clothing; but little food and less forage.
The result was that sickness was rampant, the men died off by scores
and hundreds, some regiments losing so many as to be disregimented,
as were the 5th Dragoon Guards. Our total loss from cholera was about
four thousand three hundred; from other diseases, largely the result of
starvation, overwork, and exposure in the trenches, sixteen thousand;
the number killed or who died of their wounds was three thousand five
hundred and seventeen; so that for every man killed by the Russians we
lost nearly six by disease. These numbers speak for themselves.
[5] The distinction of having sounded the charge that sent so many
brave fellows to their death down the valley of Balaclava has been
claimed by, and on behalf of, several people. Amongst others the
distinction has been claimed for Trumpet-major H. Joy of the 17th
Lancers. He was staff-trumpeter to Lord Lucan, and was with his
lordship on the day of the charge. The bugle which Joy carried in
the Crimea was sold by public auction in 1894, and was bought for
the fabulous sum of seven hundred and fifty guineas. The bugle bears
this inscription: ‘Presented by the colonel of the 17th Lancers to
Trumpet-major Joy, on which the Balaclava charge was sounded, October
25th, 1854.’ On the death of the first purchaser the bugle was resold,
fetching less than a third of the original price. It was presented
to the United Service Institution in Whitehall, where it now is. The
Earl of Lucan was in command of all the cavalry in the Crimea; his
brigade commanders were responsible for carrying out his orders. After
Lord Lucan, on the morning of the charge, had given Lord Cardigan
his orders, beyond moving the 11th Hussars from the front to the
second rank, he had nothing more to do with the Light Brigade. From
the moment when Cardigan said simply, ‘The brigade will advance,’ it
received no orders from any one else. It regulated its speed and took
its direction from Cardigan alone, who rode about five horses’ lengths
in front of the first line. Lord Lucan and, of course, his orderly
trumpeter, remained behind with the heavy dragoons, and whoever _may_
have sounded the fatal charge, no military man will believe that it was
Trumpet-major Joy. Survivors of the charge deny that it was sounded
at all, and when it is remembered that the brigade had some mile and
a quarter to ride before it got to the guns, and that the men were
almost mad with excitement long before the time to ‘charge,’ in the
true military sense, had come, it is more than probable that the call
was not sounded. If, however, it was sounded, it would have been by
Trumpeter Brittain of the 17th Lancers, who was Lord Cardigan’s orderly
trumpeter, and should have been taken up by the other trumpeters from
him. But Brittain was severely wounded before the guns were reached.
He was taken to Scutari hospital where he died, not from his wounds,
but from the privation and neglect that he, in common with the other
wounded, had to suffer through the lamentable lack of all that was
necessary for the comfort and welfare of the patients.
[6] The total casualties of the Allies at Balaclava was about six
hundred. Of these the cavalry lost, killed or wounded, three hundred
and ninety, of which two hundred and forty-seven were in the Light
Brigade. The strength of the brigade when it started down the valley
has been differently stated; but the following return, taken from
various sources, is probably correct. Some men who had been unhorsed or
wounded managed to get back to their regiments later on, and some who
had been taken prisoners afterwards rejoined. This table shows only the
number of men who answered to their names at the first roll-call after
the charge:
Went into the Charge. Came out. Losses.
4th Light Dragoons 118 39 79 8th Hussars 104 38 66 11th Hussars 110 25
85 13th Light Dragoons 130 61 69 17th Lancers 145 35 110 --- --- ---
607 198 409
Total loss of the brigade, 67 per cent. There were also, killed or
wounded, five hundred and twenty horses.
[7] In Russia the children of the nobility are often called by their
parents’ titles.
[8] Equal to about eightpence in English money, but going as far in
Russia as two shillings and sixpence.
[9] The losses of the English have been already given in note on pp.
207-8. The French lost in all about sixty-three thousand and eighty
men. But the Russian loss in officers and men reached the huge total of
over a quarter of a million! Inkermann alone cost them twelve thousand,
while during the hottest part of the bombardment the Russians lost
about seven hundred men daily.
Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:
throughly ill=> thoroughly ill {pg 126}
absolutely surround=> absolutely surrounded {pg 228}
north of Baktchi-Serai=> north of Baktschi-Serai {pg 356}