Chapter 10: Almeida.

The winter was long and tedious but, whenever the weather

permitted, Terence set his men at work; taking them twice a week

for long marches, so as to keep their powers in that direction

unabated. The sandals turned out a great success. The men had no

greatcoats, but they supplied the want by cutting a slit in the

centre of their black blankets and passing the head through it.

This answered all the purposes, and hid the shabby condition of

their uniforms.

General Hill occasionally rode over to inspect this and the other

Portuguese regiments encamped near them.

"That is a very good plan of yours, Colonel O'Connor," he said, the

first time the whole regiment turned out in their sandals. "It is a

much more sensible footgear than the boots."

"I should not have adopted them, General, if the men had had any

boots to put on; but those they had became absolutely unwearable.

Some of the soles were completely off, the upper leathers were so

cut and worn that they were literally of no use and, in many cases.

they were falling to pieces. The men like the sandals much better,

and certainly march with greater ease. Yesterday they did thirty

miles, and came in comparatively fresh."

"I wish the whole army were shod so," the general said. "It would

improve their marching powers, and we should not have so many men

laid up, footsore. I should say that the boots supplied to the army

are the very worst that soldiers were ever cursed with. They are

heavy, they are nearly as hard as iron when the weather is dry, and

are as rotten as blotting paper when it is wet. It is quite an

accident if a man gets a pair to fit him properly. I believe it

would be better if they were trained to march barefooted. Their

feet would soon get hardened and, at any rate, it would be an

improvement on the boots now served out to them.

"I wish the other Portuguese regiments were as well drilled and as

well set up as your fellows. Of course, your men don't look smart,

at present, and would not make a good show on a parade ground; but

I hear that there are a large quantity of uniforms coming out,

shortly; and I hope, long before the campaign opens, they will all

be served out. The British regiments are almost as badly off as the

native ones. However, I suppose matters will right themselves

before the spring; but they are almost as badly off, now, as they

were when they marched into Corunna. The absurdity of the whole

thing is that all the newly-raised Portuguese levies, who will

certainly not be called upon to cross the frontier until next year,

have got uniforms; while the men who have to do the work are almost

in rags."

Two or three of the officers of the Fusiliers rode over frequently,

to stop for a night or so with Terence; and the latter found time

pass much more pleasantly than he had done before Ryan had joined

him. During the day both their hands were full; but the evenings

were very pleasant, now that he had Dick as well as Herrara to talk

to. The feeling of the responsibility on his shoulders steadied

Ryan a good deal, and he was turning out a far more useful

assistant than Terence had expected; but when work was over, his

spirits were as high as ever, and the conversation in Terence's

tent seldom languished.

Spring came, but there was no movement on the part of the troops.

Ney, with 50,000 men, began the siege of Ciudad Rodrigo in earnest.

The Agueda had now become fordable; and Crawford, with his light

brigade, 2500 strong, was exposed to a sudden attack at any time.

On the 1st of June Terence received orders to march with his

regiment to Guarda, where Wellington was concentrating the greater

portion of his army; leaving Hill, with 12,000 men, to guard the

southern portion of the frontier.

Both the Spanish and Portuguese urged the general to relieve Ciudad

Rodrigo; but Wellington refused, steadily, to hazard the whole

fortune of the campaign on an enterprise which was unlikely to

succeed. His total force was but 56,000 men, of whom 20,000 were

untried Portuguese. Garrisons had to be placed at several points,

and 8000 Portuguese were posted at Thomar, a day's march from

Abrantes, as a reserve for Hill.

It was not only the 50,000 infantry and 8000 cavalry of Massena,

who now commanded in front of Ciudad Rodrigo, that he had to reckon

with. Regnier's division was at Coria; and could, in three easy

marches, reach Guarda; or in four fall on Hill at Abrantes; and

with but 26,000 men in line, it would have been a desperate

enterprise, indeed, to attack 60,000 veteran French soldiers merely

for the sake of carrying off the 5000 undisciplined Portuguese

besieged at Ciudad.

The Minho regiment had only received their new uniforms a month

before the order came, and made a good show as they marched into

Guarda, where Wellington's headquarters were now established. When

Terence reported himself to the adjutant general, the latter said:

"At present, Colonel O'Connor, you cannot be employed in your

former work of scouting. The French are altogether too powerful for

a couple of battalions to approach them and, with 8000 cavalry,

they would make short work of you. Crawford must soon fall back

behind the Coa. His position already is a very hazardous one. It

has therefore been decided to place 1500 of your men along on this

side of the Coa and, with half a battalion, you will march at once

to Almeida to strengthen the garrison of that place which, as soon

as Crawford retires, is certain to be besieged. It should be able

to offer a long and stout resistance.

"You will, of course, be under the general orders of the

commandant; but you will receive an authorization to take

independent action, should you think fit: that is to say, if you

find the place can be no longer defended, and the commandant is

intending to surrender, you are at liberty to withdraw your

command, if you find it possible to do so."

On the following morning the corps left Guarda and, leaving a

battalion and a half on the Coa, under Herrara; Terence, with 500

men, after a long march, entered Almeida that night. The town,

which was fortified, was occupied only by Portuguese troops. It was

capable of repulsing a sudden attack, but was in no condition to

withstand a regular siege. It was deficient in magazines and bomb

proofs; and the powder, of which there was a large supply, was

stored in an old castle in the middle of the town. On entering the

place, Terence at once called upon Colonel Cox, who was in command.

"I am glad that you have come, Colonel O'Connor," the latter said.

"I know that Lord Wellington expects me to make a long defence, and

to keep Massena here for at least a month but, although I mean to

do my best, I cannot conceal from myself that the defences are

terribly defective. Then, too, more than half my force are

newly-levied militia, in whom very little dependence can be placed.

Your men will be invaluable, in case of assault; but it is not

assault I fear, so much as having the place tumbling about our ears

by their artillery, which can be so placed as to command it from

several points. We are very short of artillery, and the guns are

well nigh as old as the fortifications."

"We will do our best, Colonel, in any direction you may point out;

and I think that we could defend a breach against any reasonable

force brought against it. I may say that I have been ordered, if

the worst comes to the worst, to endeavour to make my way out of

the town before it surrenders."

For a fortnight the place was left unmolested. Crawford's division

still kept beyond the Coa, and his cavalry had had several

engagements with French reconnoitring parties. On the 2nd of July,

however, the news came that, after a most gallant resistance,

Ciudad Rodrigo had surrendered; and it was now certain that the

storm would roll westward, in a very short time. Massena, however,

delayed strangely; and it was not until daylight on the 24th that a

sudden roll of musketry, followed almost immediately by a heavy

artillery fire, told the garrison of Almeida that the light

division was suddenly attacked by the enemy.

Crawford had received the strictest orders not to fight beyond the

Coa; but he was an obstinate man, and had so long maintained his

position across the river that he believed that, if attacked, he

should be able to withdraw over the bridge before any very strong

force could be brought up to attack him. In this he was mistaken.

The country was wooded, and the French march was unsuspected until

they were close upon Crawford's force. The light division had,

however, been well trained; indeed, it was composed of veteran

regiments, and had been practised to get under arms with the least

possible delay. They were, therefore, already drawn up when the

French fell upon them and, fighting hard and sternly, repelled all

the efforts of the enemy's cavalry to cut them off from the bridge.

Driving back the French light infantry, the Light Division crossed

in safety, although with considerable loss; and repulsed, with

great slaughter, every attempt of the French to cross the bridge.

Almeida was now left to its fate. Again Massena delayed, and it was

not until the 18th of August that the siege was begun. On the 26th

sixty-five heavy guns, that had been used in the siege of Ciudad

Rodrigo, opened fire upon the town. The more Terence saw of the

place, the more convinced was he that it could not long be held,

after the French siege guns had been placed in position. Moreover,

there was great lukewarmness on the part of several of the

Portuguese officers, while the rank and file were dispirited by the

fate of Ciudad Rodrigo, and by the fact that they had, as it seemed

to them, been deserted by the British army.

"I don't like the look of things, at all," he had said to Bull and

Ryan, the evening before the siege guns began their work. "In the

first place the defences will crumble, in no time, under the French

fire. In the second place, I don't think that the Portuguese, with

the exception of our own men, have any fight in them. Da Costa, the

lieutenant governor, openly declares that the place is indefensible,

and that it is simply throwing away the lives of the men to resist.

He is very intimate, I observe, with Bareiros, the chief of the

artillery. Altogether, things look very bad. Of course, we shall

stay here as long as the place resists; but I am afraid that won't

be for very long.

"I was speaking to Colonel Cox this afternoon. He is a brave man,

and with trustworthy troops would, I am sure, hold the town until

the last; but, unsupported as he is, he is in the hands of these

rascally Portuguese officers. I told him that, if he ordered me to

do so, I would undertake with my men to arrest the whole of them;

but he said that that would bring on a mutiny of all their troops;

and this, bad as the situation already was, would only make matters

much worse. I then suggested that, as the French are driving their

trenches towards those two old redoubts outside the wall, I would,

if he liked, place our force in them; and would undertake to hold

them, pointing out that if they fell into the hands of the enemy

they would soon mount their cannon there, and bring down the whole

wall facing in that direction.

"He quite agreed with that view of the case, but said that it would

be a very exposed position; still, as our fellows were certainly

the only trustworthy troops he had, he should be very glad if I

would undertake the defence at once, as the French were pushing

their approaches very fast towards them. I said that I was sure we

could hold them for some little time; and that, indeed, it seemed

to me that the French intended to bombard the town rather than to

breach the walls, knowing the composition of the garrison and,

perhaps, having intelligence that their courage would be so shaken,

by a heavy fire, that the place would surrender in a much shorter

time than it would take to breach the walls. Accordingly, he has

given me leave to march our men up there, at daybreak tomorrow;

taking with us ten days' provisions.

"I said that if he had trouble with the other Portuguese regiments

I would, on his hoisting a red flag on the church steeple, march in

at once to seize and shoot the leaders of the mutiny, if he wished

it. Of course, one of my reasons for wanting to take charge of the

redoubts was that we should have more chance of withdrawing, from

them, than we should of getting out of the town, itself, in the

confusion and panic of an approaching surrender."

Bull and Ryan both agreed with Terence and, at daybreak the next

morning, the half battalion marched out, relieved the Portuguese

troops holding the two redoubts, and established themselves there.

They had brought with them a number of intrenching tools, and were

accompanied by an engineer officer. So, as soon as they reached the

redoubts, several parties of men were set to work, to begin to sink

pits for driving galleries in the direction of the approaches that

the French were pushing forward; while others assisted a party of

artillerymen to work the guns. Some of the best shots in the corps

took their places on the rampart, and were directed to maintain a

steady fire on the French working parties.

The roar of cannon, when the French batteries opened fire on the

town, was prodigious; and it was not long before it was evident

that there was no present design, on the part of the French, to

effect a breach.

"I expect they have lots of friends in the town," Terence said to

Dick Ryan, as they watched the result of the fire; "and they make

sure that the garrison will very soon lose heart. Do you see how

many shots are striking the old castle? That looks as if the French

knew that it was the magazine. They are dropping shell there, too;

and that alone is enough to cause a scare in the town, for if one

of them dropped into the magazine, the consequences would be

terrific. They are not pushing on the trenches against us with

anything like the energy with which they have been working for the

past week; and it is certainly curious that they should not keep up

a heavier fire from their batteries upon us, for it is evident that

they cannot make an assault, on this side of the town, at any rate,

until they have captured our redoubts."

"I wish we were well out of it," Ryan exclaimed. "It is quite

certain that the place must fall, sooner or later; and though we

might beat the French back several times, it must come to the same,

in the end. The thing I am most concerned about, at present, is how

we are to get away."

"I quite agree with you, Dick; and you know, we have had several

looks at the French lines, from the roof of the church. Their

batteries are chiefly on this side of the town; but most of their

troops are encamped on the other side, so as to be in readiness to

meet any attempt of Wellington to succour the place; and also to

show the garrison that there is no chance, whatever, of their being

able to draw off. We agreed that the chances would be much better

of getting out on this side than on the other."

"Yes; but we also agreed, Terence, that there would be a good deal

more difficulty in getting safely back; for practically the whole

of their army would be between us and Wellington."

"It will be a difficult business, Dicky, whichever way we go; and I

suppose that, at last, we shall have to be guided by circumstances."

In a very short time, fires broke out at several points in the

town. The guns on the walls made but a very feeble reply to the

French batteries; and one or two bastions, where alone a brisk fire

was at first maintained, drew upon themselves such a storm of

missiles from the French guns that they were soon silenced.

"It is quite evident that the Portuguese gunners have not much

fight in them," Bull said.

"I am afraid it is the disaffection among their officers that is

paralysing them," Terence said. "But I quite admit that it may be

good policy to keep the men under cover. They really could do no

good against the French batteries; which have all the advantage of

position, as well as numbers and weight of metal; and it would

certainly be well to reserve the troops till the French drive their

trenches close up. If I thought that the silence of the guns on the

walls were due to that, I should be well content; but I am afraid

it is nothing of the sort. If the French keep up their fire, as at

present, for another forty-eight hours, the place will throw open

its gates. The inhabitants must be suffering frightfully. Of

course, if Colonel Cox had men he could thoroughly rely upon, he

would be obliged to harden his heart and disregard the clamour of

the townspeople for surrender; but as the garrison is pretty

certain to make common cause with them, it seems to me that the

place is lost, if the bombardment continues."

In a short time, seeing that the working parties in the enemy's

trenches made no attempt to push them farther forward, Terence

withdrew the men from their exposed position on the ramparts--leaving

only a few there on the lookout--and told the rest to lie down on the

inner slopes, so as to be in shelter from the French fire. Bull was

in command of the force in the other redoubt, which was a quarter of

a mile away. The redoubts were, however, connected by a deep ditch,

so that communication could be kept up between them, or reinforcements

sent from one to the other, unobserved by the enemy, except by those

on one or two elevated spots.

All day the roar of the cannon continued. From a dozen points,

smoke and flame rose from the city, and towards these the French

batteries chiefly directed their fire, in order to hinder the

efforts of the garrison to check the progress of the conflagration.

Just after dark, as Ryan and Terence were sitting down in an angle

of the bastion to eat their supper, there was a tremendous roar;

accompanied by so terrible a shock that both were thrown prostrate

upon the ground with a force that, for the moment, half stunned

them. A broad glare of light illuminated the sky. There was the

rumble and roar of falling buildings and walls; and then came dull,

crashing sounds as masses of brickwork, hurled high up into the

air, fell over the town and the surrounding country. Then came a

dead silence, which was speedily broken by the sound of loud

screams and shouts from the town.

"It is just as we feared," Terence said as, bruised and bewildered,

he struggled to his feet. "The magazine in the castle has

exploded."

He ordered the bugler to sound the assembly and, as the men

gathered, it was found that although many of them had been hurt

severely, by the violence with which they had been thrown down,

none had been killed either by the shock or the falling fragments.

An officer was at once sent to the other redoubt, to inquire how

they had fared; and to give orders to Bull to keep his men under

arms, lest the French should take advantage of the catastrophe, and

make a sudden attack.

"Ryan, do you take the command of the men, here, until I come back.

I will go into the town and see Colonel Cox. I fear that the damage

will be so great that the town will be really no longer defensible

and, even if it were, the Portuguese troops will be so cowed that

there will be no more fight left in them."

It was but five hundred yards to the wall. Terence was unchallenged

as he ran up. The gate was open and, on entering, he saw that the

disaster greatly exceeded his expectations. The castle had been

shattered into fragments, the church levelled to the ground and, of

the whole town, only six houses remained standing. Five hundred

people had been killed.

The wildest confusion prevailed. The soldiers were running about

without object or purpose, apparently scared out of their senses.

Women were shrieking and wringing their hands, by the ruins of

their houses. Men were frantically tugging at beams, and masses of

brickwork, to endeavour to rescue their friends buried under the

ruins. Presently he came upon Colonel Cox, who had just been joined

by Captain Hewitt, the only British officer with him; who had

instantly gone off to see the amount of damage done to the

defences, and had brought back news that the walls had been

levelled in several places, and the guns thrown into the ditch.

Da Costa, Bareiros, and several other Portuguese officers were

loudly clamouring for instant surrender and, the French shells

again beginning to fall into the town, added to the prevailing

terror. In vain the commandant endeavoured to still the tumult, and

to assure those around him that the defence might yet be continued,

for a short time; and better terms be obtained than if they were,

at once, to surrender.

"Can I do anything, Colonel?" Terence said. "My men are still

available."

The officer shook his head.

"Massena will see, in the morning," he said, "that he has but to

march in. If these men would fight, we could still, perhaps, defend

the breaches for a day or two. But it would only be useless

slaughter. However, as they won't fight, I must send a flag of

truce out, and endeavour to make terms. At any rate, Colonel

O'Connor, if you can manage to get off with your command, by all

means do so. Of course, I shall endeavour to obtain terms for the

garrison to march out; but I fear that Massena will hear of nothing

but unconditional surrender."

"Thank you, Colonel. Then I shall at once return to my corps, and

endeavour to make my way through."

On returning to the redoubt, Terence sent a message to Bull to come

to him at once and, when he arrived, told him and Ryan the state of

things in the town, and the certainty that it would surrender, at

once.

"The Portuguese are so clamorous," he said, "that a flag of truce

may be despatched to Massena, in half an hour's time. The

Portuguese are right so far that, if the place must be surrendered,

there is no reason for any longer exposing the troops and the

townsfolk to the French bombardment. Therefore it is imperative

that, if we are to make our way out, we must do so before the place

surrenders.

"We agreed, yesterday, as to the best line to take. The French

force here is by no means considerable, their main body being

between this and the Coa. Massena, knowing the composition of the

garrison here, did not deem it requisite to send a larger force

than was necessary to protect the batteries; and the major portion

of these are on the heights behind the city. Between the road

leading to Escalon and that through Fort Conception there is no

French camp, and it is by that line we must make our escape.

"We know that there are considerable forces, somewhere near Villa

Puerca; but when we reach the river Turones we can follow its banks

down, with very little fear. It is probable that they have a force

at the bridge near San Felices; but I believe the river is fordable

in many places, now. At any rate, they are not likely to be keeping

a sharp watch anywhere, tonight. They must all know that that

tremendous explosion will have rendered the place untenable and,

except at the batteries which are still firing, there will be no

great vigilance; especially on this side, for it would hardly be

supposed that, even if the garrison did attempt to escape, they

would take the road to the east, and so cut themselves off from

their allies and enter a country wholly French.

"Of course, with us the case is different. We can march farther and

faster than any French infantry. The woods afford abundant places

of concealment, and we are perfectly capable of driving off any

small bodies of cavalry that we may meet. Fortunately we have eight

days' provision of biscuit. Of course, it was with a view to this

that I proposed that we should bring out so large a supply with us.

"Now, I think we had better start at once."

"I quite agree with you, Colonel," Bull said. "I will return to the

other redoubt, and form the men up at once. I shall be ready in a

quarter of an hour."

"Very well, Bull. I will move out from here, in a quarter of an

hour from the present time, and march across and join you as you

come out. We must move round between your redoubt and the town. In

that way we shall avoid the enemy's trenches altogether."

The men were at once ordered to fall in. Fortunately, none were so

seriously disabled as to be unfit to take their places in the

ranks. The necessity for absolute silence was impressed upon them,

and they were told to march very carefully; as a fall over a stone,

and the crash of a musket on the rocks, might at once call the

attention of a French sentinel. As the troops filed out through the

entrance to the redoubt, Terence congratulated himself upon their

all having sandals, for the sound of their tread was faint, indeed,

to what it would have been had they been marching in heavy boots.

At the other redoubt they were joined by Bull, with his party.

There was a momentary halt while six men, picked for their

intelligence, went on ahead, under the command of Ryan. They were

to move twenty paces apart. If they came upon any solitary

sentinel, one man was to be sent back instantly to stop the column;

while two others crawled forward and surprised and silenced the

sentry. Should their way be arrested by a strong picket, they were

to reconnoitre the ground on either side; and then one was to be

sent back, to guide the column so as to avoid the picket.

When he calculated that Ryan must be nearly a quarter of a mile in

advance, Terence gave orders for the column to move forward. When a

short distance had been traversed, one of the scouts came in, with

the news that there was a cordon of sentries across their path.

They were some fifty paces apart, and some must be silenced before

the march could be continued.

Ten minutes later, another scout brought in news that four of the

French sentries had been surprised and killed, without any alarm

being given; and the column resumed its way, the necessity for

silence being again impressed upon the men. As they went forward,

they received news that two more of the sentries had been killed;

and that there was, in consequence, a gap of 350 yards between

them. A scout led the way through the opening thus formed. It was

an anxious ten minutes, but the passage was effected without any

alarm being given; the booming of the guns engaged in bombarding

the town helping to cover the sound of their footsteps.

It had been settled that Ryan and the column were both to march

straight for a star, low down on the horizon, so that there was no

fear of either taking the wrong direction. In another half hour

they were sure that they were well beyond the French lines; whose

position, indeed, could be made out by the light of their bivouac

fires.

For three hours they continued their march, at a rapid pace,

without a check. Then they halted for half an hour, and then held

on their way till daybreak, when they entered a large village. They

had left the redoubts at about nine o'clock, and it was now five;

so that they had marched at least twenty-five miles, and were

within some ten miles of the Aqueda.

Sentries were posted at the edge of the wood, and the troops then

lay down to sleep. Several times during the day parties of French

cavalry were seen moving about; but they were going at a leisurely

pace, and there was no appearance of their being engaged in any

search. At nightfall the troops got under arms again, and made

their way to the Aqueda.

A peasant, whom they fell in with soon after they started, had

undertaken to show them a ford. It was breast deep, but the stream

was not strong, and they crossed without difficulty, holding their

arms and ammunition well above the water. They learned that there

was, indeed, a French brigade at the bridge of San Felices.

Marching north now, they came before daybreak upon the Douro. Here

they again lay up during the day and, that evening, obtained two

boats at a village near the mouth of the Tormes, and crossed into

the Portuguese province of Tras os Nontes.

The 500 men joined in a hearty cheer, on finding themselves safe in

their own country. After halting for a couple of days, Terence

marched to Castel Rodrigo and then, learning that the main body of

the regiment was at Pinhel, marched there and joined them; his

arrival causing great rejoicing among his men, for it had been

supposed that he and the half battalion had been captured, at the

fall of Almeida. The Portuguese regular troops at that place had,

at the surrender at daybreak after the explosion, all taken service

with the French; while the militia regiments had been disbanded by

Massena, and allowed to return to their homes.

From here Terence sent off his report to headquarters, and asked

for orders. The adjutant general wrote back, congratulating him on

having successfully brought off his command, and ordering the corps

to take post at Linares. He found that another disaster, similar to

that at Almeida, had taken place--the magazine at Albuquerque

having been blown up by lightning, causing the loss of four hundred

men.

The French army were still behind the Coa, occupied in restoring

the fortifications of Almeida and Ciudad Rodrigo, and it was not

until the 17th of September that Massena crossed the Coa, and began

the invasion of Portugal in earnest; his march being directed

towards Coimbra, by taking which line he hoped to prevent Hill, in

the south, from effecting a junction with Wellington.

The latter, however, had made every preparation for retreat and, as

soon as he found that Massena was in earnest, he sent word to Hill

to join him on the Alva, and fell back in that direction himself.

Terence received orders to co-operate with 10,000 of the Portuguese

militia, under the command of Trant. Wilson and Miller were to

harass Massena's right flank and rear. Had Wellington's orders been

carried out, Massena would have found the country deserted by its

inhabitants and entirely destitute of provisions; but as usual his

orders had been thwarted by the Portuguese government, who sent

secret instructions to the local authorities to take no steps to

carry them out; and the result was that Massena, as he advanced,

found ample stores for provisioning his army.

The speed with which Wellington fell back baffled his calculations

and, by the time he approached Viseu, the whole British army was

united, near Coimbra. His march had been delayed two days, by an

attack made by Trant and Terence upon the advanced guard, as it was

making its way through a defile. A hundred prisoners were taken,

with some baggage; and a serious blow would have been struck at the

French, had not the new Portuguese levies been seized with panic

and fled in confusion. Trant was, consequently, obliged to draw

off. The attack, however, had been so resolute and well-directed

that Massena, not knowing the strength of the force opposing him,

halted for two days until the whole army came up; and thus afforded

time for the British to concentrate, and make their arrangements.

[Illustration: Plan of the Battle of Busaco.]

The ground chosen by Wellington to oppose Massena's advance was on

the edge of the Sierra Busaco; which was separated, by a deep and

narrow valley, from the series of hills across which the French

were marching. There were four roads by which the French could

advance. The one from Mortagao, which was narrow and little used,

passed through Royalva. The other three led to the position

occupied by the British force between the village of Busaco and

Pena Cova. Trant's command was posted at Royalva. Terence with his

regiment took post, with a Portuguese brigade of cavalry, on the

heights above Santa Marcella, where the road leading south to

Espinel forked; a branch leading from it across the Mondego, in the

rear of the British position, to Coimbra. Here he could be aided,

if necessary, by the guns at Pena Cova, on the opposite side of the

river.

While the British were taking up their ground between Busaco and

Pena Cova, Ney and Regnier arrived on the crest of the opposite

hill. Had they attacked at once, as Ney wished, they might have

succeeded; for the divisions of Spenser, Leith, and Hill had not

yet arrived. But Massena was ten miles in the rear, and did not

come up until next day, with Junot's corps; by which time the whole

of the British army was ranged along the opposite heights.

Their force could be plainly made out from the French position, and

so formidable were the heights that had to be scaled by an

attacking force that Ney, impetuous and brave as he was, no longer

advocated an attack. Massena, however, was bent upon fighting. He

had every confidence in the valour of his troops, and was averse to

retiring from Portugal, baffled, by the long and rugged road he had

travelled; therefore dispositions were at once made for the attack.

Ney and Regnier were to storm the British position, while Junot's

corps was to be held in reserve.

At daybreak on the 29th the French descended the hill; Ney's

troops, in three columns of attack, moving against a large convent

towards the British left centre; while Regnier, in two columns,

advanced against the centre. Regnier's men were the first engaged

and, mounting the hill with great gallantry and resolution, pushed

the skirmishers of Picton's division before them and, in spite of

the grape fire of a battery of six guns, almost gained the summit

of the hill--the leading battalions establishing themselves among

the rocks there, while those behind wheeled to the right.

Wellington, who was on the spot, swept the flank of this force with

grape; and the 88th and a wing of the 45th charged down upon them

furiously.

The French, exhausted by their efforts in climbing the hill, were

unable to resist the onslaught; and the English and French, mixed

up together, went down the hill; the French still resisting, but

unable to check their opponents who, favoured by the steep descent,

swept all before them.

In the meantime, the battalions that had gained the crest held

their own against the rest of the third division and, had they been

followed by the troops who had wheeled off towards their right, the

British position would have been cut in two. General Leith, seeing

the critical state of affairs had, as soon as he saw the third

division pressed back, despatched a brigade to its assistance. It

had to make a considerable detour round a ravine; but it now

arrived and, attacking with fury, drove the French grenadiers from

the rocks; and pursued them, with a continuous fire of musketry,

until they were out of range. The rest of Leith's division soon

arrived, and General Hill moved his division to the position before

occupied by Leith. Thus, so formidable a force was concentrated at

the point where Regnier made his effort that, having no reserves,

he did not venture to renew the attack.

On their right the French had met with no better success. In front

of the convent, but on lower ground, was a plateau; and on this

Crawford posted the 43rd and 52nd Regiments of the line, in a

slight dip, which concealed them from observation by the French. A

quarter of a mile behind them, on the high ground close to the

convent, was a regiment of German infantry. These were in full

sight of the enemy. The other regiment of the light division was

placed lower down the hill, and supported by the guns of a battery.

Two of Ney's columns advanced up the hill with great speed and

gallantry; never pausing for a moment, although their ranks were

swept by grape from the artillery, and a heavy musketry fire by the

light troops. The latter were forced to fall back before the

advance. The guns were withdrawn, and the French were within a few

yards of the edge of the plateau, when Crawford launched the 43rd

and 52nd Regiments against them.

Wholly unprepared for such an attack, the French were hurled down

the hill. Only one of their columns attempted to retrieve the

disaster, and advanced against the right of the light division.

Here, however, they met Pack's brigade; while Crawford's artillery

swept the wood through which they were ascending. Finally, they

were forced to retire down the hill, and the action came to an end.

Never did the French fight more bravely; but the position, held by

determined troops, was practically impregnable. The French loss in

killed and wounded was 4500, that of the allies only 1300; the

difference being caused by the fact that the French ranks,

throughout the action, were swept with grape by the British

batteries; while the French artillery could do nothing to aid their

infantry.

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