E-text prepared by the Online Distributed Proofreading Team
(http://www.pgdp.net) and Wayne Hammond from page images generously made
available by the National Library of Australia (https://www.nla.gov.au/)



Note: Images of the original pages are available through
      the National Library of Australia. See
      http://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-63907533/view?partId=nla.obj-63910340





ADVENTURES IN  HOLLAND AND AT WATERLOO;
AND EXPEDITION TO PORTUGAL.

Proceedings in Holland, Under the Command
of General Sir Thomas Graham, &C., &c.

by

CORPORAL KNIGHT.






Melbourne:
R. Bell, Printer, 97 Little Collins Street East.
1870.




_About thirty-three years ago_, THOMAS KNIGHT _(the author of this work)
published a very interesting account of his adventures. A few members of
the Stock Exchange bore the principal portion of the expense of printing
them. While attached to the Army in Portugal, he was in the same
regiment as my brother, Major F. E. Ebsworth, and servant to him._

  FRED. EBSWORTH.

_Sydney, 11th March, 1867._




Adventures in Holland and Waterloo;

AND THE

EXPEDITION TO PORTUGAL.


My father was a cabinet maker at Frome, in Somersetshire. I was bound
apprentice to a weaver, not liking such a quiet life I ran off to sea,
and entered on board a collier at Southampton, as cabin-boy. In
returning we were driven into Ramsgate by a squall. The cook and I left
the captain to prepare his own dinner. We were fortunate enough to fall
in with a return post-chaise, and were carried along like gentlemen to
Canterbury. This was in the year 1811, or the beginning of 1812, when
soldiers were much wanted, and I thought myself a sharp sort of fellow,
and was fond of a frolic. More than one sergeant tried to cajole me. Two
rifle brigadesmen came to the town on furlough; they had green jackets;
but their fine promises were too much for me. At length they got the
best of me, and enlisted me. I was taken down to Shawn Cliff to the
regiment, and had to be inspected by the doctor; and the following day I
was taken to Hyde to be sworn in by the magistrate. He asked me which I
would go for--limited service or unlimited service. “What is the
difference in the money?” I asked. “Limited service is 10 guineas, and
unlimited service 16 guineas.” I said, “as I may not live seven years, I
will take the 16 guineas.” I received 8 guineas (one half of my bounty)
and returned towards the barracks. I was gaping about at what the
soldiers were doing, when one old chap came up to me and said I was his
first cousin. “I am not quite so green as to be done in that way,” I
answered. However, I soon fell in with a few jolly comrades, and spent
forty shillings out of the half of my bounty. After buying a few
articles I stood in need of, the rest of my bounty went in two days
more. Then I had to go through my discipline, after which I went on
guard, and considered myself an old soldier. There were 200 of the
ablest men picked out to go to Holland. One was a married man, who had a
family of children; the wife was making a great fuss about her husband
going out, and I said I would not mind taking his place. I did so. The
following day the general had to inspect us. He said it was not proper I
should go out, as I could not stand the fatigue; and asked who selected
me. I told him I had a notion of going out in place of private Rourke,
who had a wife and family. “Bravo!” he cried. “Well, we will try you.”

The day after, we marched to Dover, and then went on to Deal, in all
eighteen miles. This I found severe work, but did not let it appear so,
as we were about to leave England. I and five others were billetted at
Deal Castle, in the Walmer Road. In the course of the evening a mutton
pieman came into the room, calling out, “All hot! toss or buy.” We
bought and ate all his pies, shied the little dishes at one another,
made the pieman drunk, and enlisted him. His master came to fetch him
away, and we compelled him to pay a guinea smart money, which lengthened
the treat.

The next day we went to Ramsgate, and had hopes of passing a night
there; but were marched through the town, put on board ship, and not
allowed to pass the sentry without leave from the commanding officer. As
I and the rest of my comrades could not get leave, I was resolved to get
the better of them; so when night came I pulled off some off my clothes,
slipped over the side, and swam on shore. I had a good “spree” that
night among some friends I had been living with, as I thought it might
be my last in Great Britain. The next morning I went on board, and was
confined in the chain locker, which I did not mind, since I was happy
there as on the quarter-deck. We set sail the following day, and soon
came in sight of Ostend. We had to land in boats; and before the last
men were on shore, the first were quite uproarious from drinking
Hollands. The colonel, in “falling us in,” said he would work us for
that. We then marched to Ghent, and were quartered in some old
outlandish buildings for that night.

We then proceeded to Bergen-op-Zoom, to which our army was laying siege.
After the town had been taken, additional troops were placed to keep
possession of it, whilst other regiments had to march to the rear. We
next marched to Cotterie, from there to Ypres, and then (in 1814) to
Dixmieux, and quartered at a house in the town. The people were very
sulky; they obliged me to cook in my canteen, and gave me a pretty piece
of work to make it look smart on field-day, which was not so whenever I
found people desirous to attend on me and treat me as they ought. But
these people were so bothersome and troublesome, that I bothered them in
every fashion, by marching into their clean rooms with my dirty shoes,
till at last I forced them to pay me proper attention. Notwithstanding,
I went to the billet-master to procure a fresh billet; and he asked me
where I would like to go. I was fortunate enough to get a billet on a
shop. I went with the billet to a house in the Market-square, knocked at
the door, and two beautiful girls made their appearance, one about my
age (seventeen years), the other about nineteen. They kindly accepted
the billet, and in I walked; and they sent me down good refreshment,
which I required. I was very thankful to get into such good quarters,
and assisted them in all the little jobs about the house, such as
cooking and serving other men.

Our rations were drawn from the town butchers and bakers, and our grog
issued by the non-commissioned officers of companies. Some used to take
the bottles and canteens “after,” but I used to take the right sort of
canteen (when once down my throat I thought it was the best place for
it), consisting of a half-pint of good Hollands gin. One afternoon,
after the gin had been served out, some of us soldiers assembled and
decided that we would have some sport with snowballs. There were a dozen
or fifteen round it, and we consulted as to what we had better do with
it. It would not do to leave it in one of the public streets, and the
colonel not being a favorite with us, we rolled the snowball up to the
front door of his quarters, which obliged him to go out at the back of
the house. He laughed at the trick, but was never after without a
sentry. Sometimes the inhabitants gave us a challenge (arranged to be
outside the town) to have some sport with snowballs. There we commenced
the battle with officers and soldiers. We beat the inhabitants up and
down, the snow congealing over the ditches and houses; and down it was
with many a one: plump they went into the ditches, roaring out for help.
The windows that day had a bad time of it. After all was over we offered
to pay for the broken ones, but the inhabitants would not permit such a
thing; as we accepted the challenge they would pay all expenses.

What with skating, sliding, and drinking “schnapps,” we spent our time
pretty merrily; and then had orders to advance into the frontiers of
France (1815). We marched to Louis, and brigaded with the 52nd Light
Infantry, the 71st Scotch, and the 15th Hussars attached to our brigade
(the 1st Brigade, 2nd Division), commanded by General Sir Frederick
Adam. Our field-days (two in the week) were Tuesdays and Fridays; the
French occupied the ground on Mondays and Thursdays. Our brigade sent
out daily 100 rank and file, one captain, two subalterns, and a portion
of the squadron considered on piquet duty. The river divided the small
town called Munge. The 15th Hussars, with their horses, occupied the
Market House; the sentries were on a portion of the bridge (a division
across it), the French sentry on one side, and the British on the other;
the 7th Black Horse had the barracks, opposite the French side of the
river; fourteen sentries by day and twenty-eight by night, a portion of
the 15th Hussars, patrolling on the banks of the river, looking out for
any alarm. Two companies of the Rifles were ordered to take the advance
post. We marched to Turp, two leagues from Louis, head-quarters, there
to remain till further orders.

Our field-days were as usual. We had a league further to go. I was very
badly off for clothing at the time, and the colonel told us we could
patch our clothing with any thing of a dark nature, as our rifle uniform
was supposed to be of a dark green. I went to the quarter-master’s
stores to procure two pairs of pantaloons, at eighteen francs per pair;
I also drew a pair of boots at the same price. I put on a pair of
pantaloons to go to field-day in. In jumping of ditches in skirmishing
order, I split the first pair of pantaloons into pieces; the other pair
went in the same manner; I then had to put on my old patched _friends_,
while I could get one pair made out of the two damaged ones; my boots
went in the same way,--coming home from field-day the weather was very
severe, the soles parted company from the upper leathers, so I had to
tread along on my bare toes.

I went on guard on the 15th day of June: it came to my turn at eleven
o’clock at night to relieve a soldier on outlying sentry. The sentry, in
giving up the orders to me, said that “I was to keep a sharp look out
betwixt those two trees, and when you see the beacon guard blaze up, you
are to set fire to this.” I said, “What do you mean, you gapes? Do you
mean to set fire to a turnip field as the seed of the turnips is up to
our heads?” I found out by his winks and words that I was not to set
fire to any such sort of thing, but to retire to the guard-house and
give the sergeant information when I saw the beacon blaze. About one
o’clock on the sixteenth morning the sergeant of the guard informed the
colonel what the sentry had seen. The colonel gave orders to the orderly
bugler who was on guard, to sound the assembly; I got permission, after
changing the guard, to go and take leave of the people I was quartered
on. The woman of the house filled my haversack with bread and cheese,
etc. I fell in, marched off about four o’clock on the morning. We
marched on during the sixteenth day, and on the sixteenth evening came
into a long town called Tourwee; halted outside the town to take a
little refreshment, and proceeded on during the night with a guide.
After some distance, about three leagues (nine miles), the guide left
us, giving the colonel instructions which way he was to take, but the
latter, missing his way, came upon a battery occupied by the French: the
sentry on the ramparts called out, “_Qui Vive?_” (_Qui Vive_--English,
“Halt! who comes there?”) The colonel gave orders to the men to retire
in double time; the sentry challenging three times, and no answer in
return, fired a round shot from the battery after us; but, fortunately
enough, without doing any harm. We came into a village which we had
passed through during the night: the colonel thought it was requisite to
put the men into the different houses till the following morning, till
the seventeenth approached. Accordingly, myself, with eleven others,
were put into one house together. We kept the old man (Pizan) busily
employed in bringing wine out of the cellars during the remainder of
that night; so we had an excellent “chevot.” The following morning the
bugle sounded “turn out the whole,” just at the dawn of day. We formed
companies, marching off in sections from the right, down a hill in the
breadth of the township. At the foot of the hill there was a rapid
stream of water, and a narrow bridge over it, wide enough for about one
rank and file to go over abreast. The colonel waded through the river on
horseback; it took him up rather higher than the flaps of his saddle;
the men began to file march over the river, officers and soldiers. The
colonel observing the men coming over the bridge, he called out,
“Advance through the water;” I saw a great many of my height up to the
armpits; I put up my pouch over my shoulder, and also my rifle--I had a
hard struggle to stand against the stream. After we had crossed the
river we formed companies; we marched off up a lane and through a wood,
and passed by our old friends, the 52nd, lying down half dead at the top
of the hill, from fatigue; they gave us three cheers, and we turned and
saluted the same; we marched on to where the French had been encamped on
the fifteenth night, and our army had driven them back on the sixteenth
morning. The ground was covered with dead and wounded--we marched on to
Mount Reveille; from there to Quatre Bras, and from there to Mount St.
Jean, in which place the French lay in the rear. On Saturday, the
seventeenth, we took up our position in the meadow at the foot of the
hill of Mount St. Jean, when the commissary butchers were ordered to
kill and cut up for the Light Brigade--some having got wood, others
muddy water from the ditch--hanging our camp kettles, we lost no time in
cooking it, when we were not a little astonished by a volley of shot
rattling about us; but being loathe to lose our beef, some of which was
cooked, and some quite raw, we tore off a few morsels, stuffing what we
could into our haversacks, quickly ready to advance. Great was our
disappointment, however, to find that we had been disturbed by the
Brunswickers, who never having seen a rifleman in our dark uniform, took
us for French. We still kept on the advance, and came into the hard road
turning towards Brussels, to the left, passing by the Coldstream Guards
on our present right; they gave us three cheers, and returned a salute.
We marched leisurely towards Brussels, within four leagues, or twelve
miles, turning towards Brussels to the left, coming into Moret Reveille
early in evening.


THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO.

On the 17th of June, 1815, the Duchess of Richmond gave a little tea
entertainment at Brussels, with dancing in the programme, and for which
latter purpose the Brussels’ carpets had to be taken up. A few hours
previous to this eventful festivity, the commander of the British
regulars had been taking pot luck with the Prince of Orange and Count
Von Schwillensweiper, of the German embassy. Scarcely had the apples
and nuts been placed upon the table, when an aide-de-camp, all stuccoed
over with rural mud, rushed into the apartment, and placed before his
Grace a dirty despatch, sealed with a pipe stem. “Take a chair and a
nobbler,” said the Duke to the muddy young gentleman, after which he
opened the tobacco-scented missive, and, then, with his characteristic
determination, said nothing more. The fact was, that Bonaparte had begun
hitting Blucher, who had immediately sent to tell his big brother. “He’s
at him again,”--_ce coquin Bony_--quietly remarked the Duke, when the
messenger had quitted the room, and then he placed a lot of nut-shells
to show the position of the armies; “very simple,” continued his Grace,
“It lies in a nutshell--in for a penny, in for a pound, and to-morrow we
shall pound away.” The ball was brilliant in the extreme, but it did not
escape attention that the Duke wore thick boots before midnight. The
commander-in-chief slipped out, pretending he wanted a smoke. Picton,
whose presence of mind never forsook him, put a truffed sausage in each
pocket. The Prince of Orange whispered to the Duchess that “Ney had
turned up, and was teasing the Prussians.” “Ney turned up,” replied her
witty Grace of Richmond--what _Nay retrouse_. They kept up the capering
till daylight, long before which the Belgian belles couldn’t imagine
what had become of the red coats. The famous engagement of the 18th of
June--it must be borne in mind, that June is summer-time in Belgium--was
fought in a corn field, to the great injury of the crops. The rival
armies were considered as two of the best teams that had ever met. It
began, some historians say, at ten o’clock sharp, while others contend
that the Emperor had not breakfasted at that time, but the fact is, that
the battle seems to have resembled many quarrels. It is difficult to say
exactly, how it commenced. Charges were made from either side in turn,
and there was a good deal of recrimination, and bad language followed.
Sir Thomas Picton, at the head of his gallant men, who were all picked
ones, fought till he was out of breath. Hundreds of poor fellows cut
about till they had’nt a leg to stand upon, and the brave Lord Uxbridge
found himself with only one. To heighten the horrors of the scene, it
came on to rain in the afternoon, and the smell of gunpowder is
described as having been most oppressive. “Sire,” exclaimed a
distinguished general officer, as he stood upon a looking-out
arrangement, like a fire escape, “I see troops in the distance. They
must be Prussians--they look blue.” “_Sacre bleu_,” roared the Emperor,
“blue be confounded.” His Imperial Majesty spoke polite English with
fluency. “They’ll all look blue before I have done with them.” It was
the Prussian blue notwithstanding. At last somebody told the French
emperor that the Prussians were coming up to have a finger in the pie.
“You be hanged!” (_allez rous faire pendre_) roared Napoleon; “Its
Grouchy, but he knows better,” and fancying that his Grenadiers had got
their second wind, he ordered them to charge like mad. With a tremendous
shout of “_Vive le Empereur_,” which means “hoor-oar,” and sounds just
like it. They came on the British columns crouched in the mud, and the
Frenchmen fancied they had gone down to avoid punishment. “_Ces coquins
boutiquiers_,” sneered the Emperor, as he began to cut up a pipe of
tobacco. At this moment, the iron Duke, whose ferruginous nature made
him turn rusty at times, got quite out of temper, and gave his
celebrated order for his men to get up and “Give it ’em hot.” This, of
course, decided the whole business. “Confound it,” said the Emperor,
looking through his opera-glass, “There some mistake?” He was right. In
a few minutes an “aide” galloped up to tell him “that his men were
demoralised, and turning like red-shanks.” “It’s all up”--_tout est en
dessus_--cried Napoleon, blowing his nose from excess of emotion. “Your
orders, sire,” anxiously continued the staff officer. “My carriage!” was
the mournful utterance of the unfortunate commander, still busy with his
pocket handkerchief. It was Bonaparte’s last order on the field of
Waterloo!--

  JAMES RICHARDSON,
  18th Royal Irish Regiment, Melbourne.

From the severity of the weather during our march our men were
constantly falling; our shoes came off, and we had to walk in our
stockings; our bed at night was a corn field; our covering, blankets
soaking in wet. Some setting out to forage, picking up a little wood and
putting it on the fire, we had a little rest; and much we needed it.
Awaking early next morning (Sunday, 18th), we wrang our blankets, folded
them up, and put them under our straps on our knapsacks. We had orders
to remain there until further orders, when we had an order to take up
ground as a reserve, and there to remain under an expectation of the
French coming down the lane to cut off our rear. We lay there until
eleven o’clock, when we had orders to advance and to cover the 52nd
lines in skirmishing order; in case of being driven in by the cavalry,
to form on the right of the 52nd lines, and to the left of the
artillery; and to remain there to fire in line until the bugle sounded
the advance, firing in skirmishing order. About half-past four o’clock,
observing some heavy cavalry charging down to cut off the Light
Brigade--supposed to be 800 of the “Cuirassiers,” who charged up within
about 500 yards on to the field of artillery--General Adam called to the
officers commanding the artillery to commence firing on the French
Cuirassiers. From the first round of the artillery they made a roadway
between the columns; the second round from the artillery we could not
observe them for smoke; and from the third round we were completely
masked by smoke and darkness, as the smoke contracted along the right of
the lines. The trumpet sounded from the cavalry, and the Light Infantry
Corps of bugles and drums rolled for the charge; and on we stepped,
cheering and charging. We made the infantry give way, and took
possession of thirty-two field pieces of artillery and a number of
prisoners belonging to Napoleon’s army. The 42nd Highlanders charged the
French into the wood of Genappe, just at the back of a farm called
Hugenot,--the farm that was taken and re-taken seven times during the
18th; very heavy slaughter round the wood and farm; the 42nd were nearly
cut to pieces; about 200 came out of the wood out of 700 engaged.
Wellington gave orders to retire, to bring the French out of the wood
after us.

The inhabitants of Brussels were informed that Napoleon had captured
Field-Marshal Wellington; they were all up in arms in Brussels, throwing
their baggage into the river to prevent the French from plundering. The
British Army faced about, made a heavy charge on the French, and drove
them back to their former position (in the wood). We kept skirmishing,
taking up ground in different positions, till close up nightfall, when
we observed some heavy columns coming up from the rear, from the
Brussels side. We expected it was Grouchy, with 40,000 French troops. I
made the remark that we were all hemmed in betwixt two fires; but,
however, it turned out to be Blucher with the same reinforcement for us.
We brought our right shoulders forward, and we made a desperate attack
on the French. I witnessed the French firing over their shoulders at us,
under their retreat. Leaving the farm and the wood to our right, when up
the brow of the hill leading towards Brussels, about half a mile
distant,--the French officers of all ranks and soldiers lay so thick on
the ground that you could scarcely get a yard of ground but what we
stumbled against either a horse or man,--we came into the road leading
from Brussels to Paris. By this time it became nightfall with us. We
took up our position on the right of the road, and threw ourselves down
on the ground to have some rest. We had nothing to eat; and were almost
asleep before we reached the ground. Awaking early on Monday, 19th, we
could scarcely believe our eyes, that there were only six of us
together. We went on foraging. Some Brunswickers and ourselves got a big
“porker” in the farmyard; we brought him into camp and hoisted him on
three poles, and put a good fire under his jacket; so, as it was getting
ready, we cut off slices of it to our heart’s content. We managed to get
some wine, when we proceeded on our way. We came down to a village,
distant about half a mile, called Floreice, on the main road from
Brussels to Paris--that which the French occupied during the three days
of Waterloo. We went out in search of our comrades, and had some of the
Brunswickers with us. On the right of the Paris road, about half a mile
from the village, we discovered some of the rifles, as we thought; but
they turned out to be Brunswickers, for their uniform and ours were so
much alike. We were informed by an officer of that corps that an officer
and some of the rifles lay over to the left of the road; and the
officer, discovering us, jumped up and shook us by the hand; glad he was
to see us alive. Out of 205 rank and file who went into the field on the
18th June, about eleven o’clock, 172 killed and wounded were lost,
leaving thirty-three men. We lay there that day and part of the next,
when we had orders to advance. We refreshed ourselves with fruit from
the roadside. The potato fields suffered much also. When encamped our
swords and bayonets served us for spades.

On our journey to Paris, we travelled at the rate of four leagues
(twelve miles) per diem. At the end of the day, as soon as the tents
were pitched, throwing my accoutrements and knapsack into the tent, and
taking my haversack and canteen, I used to make an object of proceeding
into the country to procure some provender. I one day had to visit a
wine cellar. I took a good drop of wine, filled my canteen, and brought
up a pitcher with a portion of wine in it; and who should be in the room
but the provost-marshal. As soon as he saw me deliver the pitcher in the
kitchen, he kicked it over with his foot, called the sergeant of the
provost, and told him to go down into the cellar and bring up a soldier:
I had concealed myself behind the door of the cellar. The sergeant
passed me, went down, looked about, but could not discover me; he went
up and told the captain that I was not there, saying that the cellar was
too dark for him to see me. I was in a rifle dress. “Take a light down,
sergeant,” said the provost-marshal, which he did, and then hunted about
for me again, but still could not find me. However, in coming up the
cellar steps, he saw me behind the door, and brought me into the
apartment where the captain was standing. “Oh,” he said, “Mr Rifleman, I
have got you at last. I have had a great deal of trouble in catching
you.” He ordered the sergeant to appoint four men to take me to the rear
guard; so the four men came up and told me to march on, one on each side
and two in the rear, the captain giving them strict orders not to let me
go. They brought me down to the rear guard, and put me into an apartment
where there were twenty more prisoners. The captain also gave orders to
the sergeant to “fall us in,” and march us into an orchard to receive
the punishment that was to be inflicted upon us. “Come, Mr Rifleman,” he
said, “I will begin with you first.” He just read over a small sentence
to me, to the effect that I was to receive twenty-four lashes, and
ordered me to strip off. I was tied to an apple-tree, and, coming round
me, the captain said, “If you will join the provost, it will prevent you
from being punished.” “No, captain,” I answered; “I will not leave my
regiment.” He then ordered the drummer to put the “cat” on my back. When
I had received one dozen, the captain again told me if I would consent
to his request he would cease flogging me. I still refused, and he
ordered the drummer to give me the other dozen. As soon as they had
finished they took me down, and the captain ordered the sergeant to
empty my canteen of the wine; they then gave me my canteen and haversack
and told me to proceed to the camp. I picked up my clothing, and went
over a wall out of the orchard. I then commenced to put my clothes on.
In the meantime they had another man tied up to the same tree as I had
been at, and, I believe, they gave him five or six lashes, when he
bellowed out, begging for mercy, and said that he would never plunder
any more if the captain would let him down. I heard no more of him, but
proceeded towards the camp, leaving the Provost about half a mile to the
rear of me. I got into a farm house and filled my canteen with good wine
again, and was fortunate enough to pick up part of a loaf. Coming out of
the yard I knocked a fowl down, put it into my haversack, and proceeded
into the camp. It was late in the evening. I went into the officers’
marquee and told him what had taken place, giving him full particulars.
He asked me to pull off my clothes and he examined my back. “Oh!” he
said, “they have not hurt you much.” But I told him I felt very sore,
and that I should be hardly able to carry my knapsack on the morrow. He
said he would get it put on the baggage waggon, so that I had nothing to
carry but my accoutrements, sixty rounds of ball cartridge in my pouch,
and forty in my haversack; the weight of these caused my shirt to stick
to my back, and gave me great pain. Afterwards I usually kept myself
very quiet.

The Prussians had the advance of the British Army, when the French came
up the River Seine, which they had to cross. They opposed the Prussians.
An express order came to the rear for the British Army to push forward
in forced marches; so we proceeded on at the rate of twenty-one miles
per diem, under a broiling sun, and, on the third evening we formed on
the top of the hill where the Prussians were encamped. On the following
morning we erected a substantial battery. By giving the French a few
rounds from the artillery, after a short time, we compelled them to
move. Word was then given to charge, and we drove them across the river;
but before we arrived at the river, the enemy blew up the Bridge of
Lourai, which left them on the St. Denis side, and we on the other.

We discovered a flour mill on the banks of the river, and I said to one
of my comrades, “I will go down and see if I can find some flour.”
Accordingly, I proceeded to the mill, got inside without any difficulty,
and discovered a large flour bin, in which I found as much flour as my
haversack would hold. In coming down the mill steps from out of the
mill, I met another man coming up upon the same errand as myself; he
called out, “Miller, what is the price of a sixpenny loaf?” I said,
“Faith, comrade, if I have a white jacket, I have no white feather;
better to be a miller than starving.” As my uniform was all green, the
flour on the skirts of my coat caused me to appear more like a magpie
than a rifleman. There was plenty of wine in all the farm houses, and I
availed myself of it by mixing it with the flour, by which we soon had a
good pot of dumplings; it made good “prog,” I can assure the reader.

Our pontoons being someway down the river, the Prussians went down to
cross the pontoons--the boats came up the river the following day to
take the British army over. As soon as we all got across the river, the
Prussians and the British army made a rapid attack across St. Denis
until we came up to where there was a bridge leading across an arm of
the river; the bridge was obstructed by trees being thrown across it to
prevent us from crossing. On each angle of the bridge, there was a
_chevaux de frise_, and in the main road a large trench was cut about
twelve feet deep, and twelve feet wide; and also a barricade formed
across the road, consisting of empty wine casks filled with earth, &c.;
but in spite of all this opposition, our artillery unyoked their horses
from the guns to draw the trees from off the bridge; the sappers and
miners also cleared away to let the army over, and filled up the
trenches. After we got across upon the main road, our cavalry sounded
the trumpet, and the light infantry the key bugles, and the bands played
from the regiments of the line. We had about three miles to go before we
entered Paris; the Prussians on our right were bombarding the outlets of
the city. Previous to our arrival within a quarter of a mile of the
township, they sent out a flag of truce, agreeing to surrender Paris to
us; so we marched into the town with colours flying and drums beating,
the people on the tops of the houses, and leaning over the balconies,
some thousands of them singing out, “_Vive le Roi!_” and others, in
opposition, “_Vive Napoleon!_” But witnessing the number of the army,
they thought it best to desist; we went through the Palais Royal, and
then marched out and took up our quarters convenient to the river; the
fifty-second light infantry and the seventy-first Scotch regiments, and
the rifles, occupied the opposite side of the road to that on which the
seventy-second light infantry were; a portion of the cossacks were
stationed along with us, and also the artillery; the commissariat took
up their department on one side of the camping ground to serve us out
with rations. I often amused myself by looking at the river side, and
going into a river on top of the horses’ backs naked: when the horse
would be out of his depth, he would strike off swimming, and the man
would swim alongside of the horse; they used to go a considerable way
from the bank, turn their horses heads round, and swim back after them.

The constant practice amongst the soldiers was plunder. When the
inhabitants came out to see the soldiers, before they returned to the
town they were robbed; reports went to Wellington about these offences,
and upon all those that were caught corporal punishment was inflicted.
When our light brigade was in camp, scarcely a day passed without some
flogging; I was very keen myself to see if I could get something in the
way of provender to enable me to be strong and long-winded. I went out
one night with several others about a mile from the camping ground, to
procure some vegetables in the gardens belonging to the Pizans, or
market-gardeners; we had a strong mud wall to go over, dividing the road
from the garden, about ten foot high; we all got over the wall and went
up through the gardens, and the owners of the place hearing us began to
fire away with their old muskets at us, and compelled us to retire. In
coming back to cross the wall, I made a leap with the rest of my
comrades--unfortunately, in trying to get over, I caught hold of the top
of the wall, which being, as I said before, of mud, gave way, and down I
came on the broad of my back inside the garden again; and I was alarmed
about my bones, when I concealed myself under the wall. The gardeners
were at this time going up and down looking for us; they were calling
out, in French, “_Sacre non de dieu!_” (which means in plain English,
“Damn your eyes and limbs!”) also, that “we were a lot of thieves.”
There was a dog not far from me, that set to howling, which enlightened
them as to where I was concealed, when they all came up and dragged me
out by the collar, and vowed vengeance on me; they brought me to the
gateway, and in pushing me through the gateway into the road, one fellow
gave me a rap on the back of the head with a pole, which made me see all
the colours of the rainbow; I thought this was too much to stand from a
Frenchman: but their being too strong for me, I proceeded quietly to the
camp determining to watch my chance. We used often to meet them coming
into market with their vegetables, so, instead of going over mud walls
any more, we helped ourselves from their carts to get an excellent
supply.

Our field-days were on Tuesdays and Fridays, something better than a
league of three miles towards St. Denis, in an angle of Mont Mart. We
used to go through our evolutions, of forming line and squares, &c.,
during the day, and then retire to camp. Some time in August (I cannot
remember the exact date), there were two men ordered by Wellington to be
executed; one belonged to the 71st regiment of the line, and the other
to the 52nd light infantry. The 71st man was to be hung on a tree, and
the 52nd man to be shot; and, as the regiment stood in close column to
watch the execution, placed in such a position that every man could
witness it, the man was first hanged; and we then changed front to the
rear to witness the man who was to be shot; when we faced about, the man
was kneeling on his coffin, and his grave before him; the Chaplain was
praying with the man some considerable time while he was on his coffin,
and when the Chaplain was about to bid him farewell, he shook hands
with him. Immediately the provost-marshal ordered the sergeant to draw
the cap over his eyes; as soon as he did so, the General of the Brigade
gave orders for the men to prime and load. Just as the men were coming
to the “recover,” and then to the “present,” waiting for orders to fire,
an orderly dragoon came into the field as hard as he could; the General
called out to stop the execution till the dragoon came up; when he
arrived before the General, he pulled round his sabretash, and presented
a despatch from Wellington to the General of Brigade; when he opened it
and discovered the contents, he ordered the man to be liberated, and the
cap to be drawn from off his head, which was thrown on the ground, and
unfastened his arms, which were pinioned behind him. He jumped off the
coffin, and stood for a minute or two quite confused, when he wheeled
himself about and went up through the columns as smart as ever I saw a
man walk. The General called out to form line of regiments, to step off
in slow time by subdivisions, and to march past the gallows where the
man was hanging from the tree, for an example against plundering. The
General called out to the Colonels to march their regiments to their
respective camping grounds; which we did, the band playing “Over the
hills and far away,” leaving the corpse hanging on the tree behind us.
Some short time after this occurrence, all hands were to attend
parade--sick, lame and lazy--at the square of the general hospital.
There was a man brought up by the provost to be flogged for plundering;
his sentence was for 1,000 lashes. When he was tied up to the triangles,
he received 500 lashes and never cried “Oh!” to it; the other 500 were
to be delivered at another time. He was conveyed away to the hospital to
be dressed by the doctor, and we marched back to the camping ground. A
fortnight after, the brigade all mustered again and assembled in the
general hospital yard; the man was brought out and then received the
other 500 lashes; at the first lash the blood spurted out, but he took
the whole of the lashes without uttering a word; and we marched back
again to our camping ground.

We used to have parades and field-days as usual. Nothing more took place
of any importance, as far as I witnessed, until the early part of
October, when the brigade all fell in one morning, marched toward the
city, and formed in line, with the cavalry and artillery on each flank,
and there remained till further orders, while they were taking down the
statues that Bonaparte had taken from other countries. From the sulky
looks of the inhabitants that day, we expected some disturbance; but
seeing the numbers of the allied army, they kept themselves quiet. We
marched back into the camp during the evening, and there lay till
further orders. On the 12th of October we had orders to break up camp,
and our brigade marched to Versailles, four leagues from Paris, and
there to remain till further orders. Our brigade field-days were as
usual; there was very little I can give an account of for the short
time that we were in Versailles. The Rifles were then ordered to march
to Calais, to embark for Great Britain. We went on board the troop ship
after stopping in Calais only two days. The Jewish inhabitants came on
board to know if any of the soldiers had anything to dispose of; they
said they would buy anything, so the men asked them would they buy
blankets, and they replied they would--those being the campaign
blankets; the men asked how much they would give for a blanket, they
said eighteen francs, to which some of us agreed, some selling half a
one only, which my comrade and myself did, dividing one between us for
our use, and selling the other and dividing the money. I purchased a few
articles with the proceeds, from the French Jews, such as I stood in
need of.

The following morning we proceeded on our way, and the second day we
sighted Dover, at which place we had to land. We found on the beach,
Colonel Duffay (formerly belonging to the forty-third light infantry)
who took the command from Colonel Ross; he gave orders for all those
that had articles on the top of their knapsacks to take them off and to
leave them on the beach; I picked up some of my things and concealed
them about me as well as I could; we then marched up to the
quarter-master’s stores--companies being called for, and the list being
gone over to go forward and give in their blankets, haversacks, and
canteens: some had none, others threw in half a one, but those were as
well off who threw in nothing, as those who had only a half one. After
this had been done, we marched to the heights, and took up our position
in barracks, and there remained till further orders.

Our parades and duty were very moderate; we remained here for two
months, when we had orders to march to Ramsgate, to embark on board of
troopships for Ireland. We disembarked six miles from Waterford, at a
place called Darsage--marched six miles into Waterford, took up our
position on the Quay, and there remained till the billets were issued
out--only one night. The following morning we marched to New Ross, in
the County of Wexford, twelve miles; we came up to the bridge leading
into the town, when the band struck up playing through the town, and we
formed in the Market Square. Shortly after the billets were handed out
by the sergeants of companies; I received a billet for six of us, and
went to the house, which was a huckster’s shop. The woman of the house
said, “Well, men, we have not much room to put you into;” but we said we
could put up with that; so she showed us an apartment where we had to
reside, and we put our knapsacks, &c., all up on one side of the room
and slept on the other. We came out into another apartment to get a
smoke of our pipes, where there was a large turf fire, and we sat down
beside if, and the woman of the house asked us if we would take any
refreshments, and we replied that we would; she asked us what we would
take, and we said “anything;” so with that she put a big pot on the
fire, full of potatoes, about fourteen pounds. While they were boiling,
she threw in a quantity of eggs on the top, and set about laying the
tablecloth; she then took a lot of bacon and fried two pansfull of it,
and set it all down before us, with plenty of good table ale, bread, &c.
After we had made a good meal, I asked the woman of the house what the
expenses would be, she said, “Two tenpenny pieces;” I said to my
comrade, “You pay threepence halfpenny, and I will do the same.” I told
two others to pay the same, and two threepence each, making in all one
and eightpence; after we had smoked our pipes a bit, we made our
departure to go to the town; we went into the market and saw a great
quantity of provisions; I asked the price of potatoes per stone, and was
told three halfpence; I asked what the eggs were per dozen, they told me
two pence; how much the bacon was per lb., they said three halfpence. I
thought to myself our dinners were charged for very moderately. We then
retired down through the town, and took two or three glasses of whisky.
In the evening we returned and took some more refreshment, the following
morning we did the same, and continued this kind of living until Monday.

Sunday being a halting day, I had a pair of boots that wanted soleing
and heeling; I took them to the shoemaker belonging to the company, but
he said he would work for nobody on the Sabbath day. As our route was
for Dublin, I knew my boots would not carry me there, and I was
determined to get them mended by Monday. I tied them up in my
handkerchief, went down through the town with them to see if I could get
them done there; I was informed by a man where I could; he directed me
to a back lane, and knocked at the door of a house; I asked the person
who opened it if he was a shoemaker; he replied, “I am;” I said, “I have
a pair of boots to mend;” he replied that he did not work on the
Sabbath, but, as I was a soldier on the line of march, he would do them
for me; so I went in; he set to work to mend them at once, and was not
long before he had them repaired. I asked what he charged; he said, “As
you are a soldier I will only charge you tenpence,” for which I said I
was very thankful, and asked him if he would take a glass of whisky, at
which he agreed, and we went out at once to a whisky shop; I called for
half a pint, and totted out a good bumper to the old man, which he
kindly accepted, and wished me all prosperity. We agreed very well, and
both got pretty “top heavy;” I then wished him good bye.

I went back to my residence, and lay down to have a sleep; when I woke
up I found I was all right. On the morning following the bugle sounded
“Turn out the whole;” I went down and fell in with my company; the roll
was called; after we had all answered to our names, we marched off in
two divisions; the right wing to which I belonged was to go through
Kilkenny, and from that to Dublin. When we arrived there we took our up
residence in the Palatine Square, convenient to the Royal Square; we
did duty for two years in Dublin; our parade and duties were very
severe--every other night upon guard, and field days very hard. After
the two years were up we were ordered to King’s County, sixty-three
miles from Dublin and forty-one from Talamore, there to do duty
until further orders. Shortly after the arrival the colonel had an
order to break up the battalion, so we gave in our arms and our
accoutrements--one company each day. Previous to our being dismissed the
colonel formed square, and told us he was going in as colonel of the
first battalion, and if any of us would wish to join him we could. A
great many did, but I did not. I took a blank discharge, as a soldier of
good conduct; I had all my regimental pay given to me, and so much a
mile to the place of my enlistment. We then were sent to Dublin,
sixty-three miles; we marched from Barr to Talamore, and arrived in the
evening, having walked forty-two miles in one day; we put up at a
public-house, and in the course of the evening two men came in at about
nine o’clock, and asked if there were any passengers for Dublin; we
asked what sort of a conveyance they had; they said, “Canal boats;” we
asked what they would charge each; they replied, “Two tenpenny pieces
each;” so we got a drop more to drink, and all departed at ten o’clock.

In getting into the canal boats there was great amusement, and during
the night we had fiddling and dancing, and we kept it up till the
morning, when we arrived on the quay in Dublin; we then had to proceed
to the recruiting depot, on the Kings-end road, leading toward the
Pigeon house, and there we lay till further orders on board of the
Edward, barque, troopship; we lay there two days, and on the third day
we weighed anchor at nightfall, and proceeded on our way.

We proceeded on our way, and were driven by a squall into Milford Haven,
at which place we had to lie during the time the ship was undergoing a
thorough repair, ready for sea again. We had about 300 soldiers of
different regiments--all discharged men--a greater portion of us were
single men. The captain of the ship asked us, as the ship would be a
long time under repairs, whether any of us would be willing to travel
overland--150 miles down to Newport. We all expressed our willingness.
He said he would write to the Mayor of the town to forward us through
the country, so that we could get billeted on our way in the different
towns as invalid soldiers. As the snow was very severe, it prevented us
from travelling any more than thirty miles per day. In various parts of
the country the snow lay knee deep on the ground. When we could not
reach a town we were obliged to put up with the inconveniences of
staying at some farm house for the night. It took us fifteen days to
reach Newport. We went from there to Bristol in fishing smacks. We went
to the recruiting depot and remained there for about three days. We were
paid up all our back pay and marching pay through Wales, and two pence
per mile to the place of attestment on joining the British army. I was
attested at Hythe, in Kent--186 miles from Bristol. After receiving all
money due to me, I was at liberty to go where I pleased, being once more
my own master. I went home to Frome, in Somersetshire--twenty-four miles
from Bristol--and there I remained with my friends during the greater
part of the winter. In the Spring following I left my friends and
proceeded to London. I got employment there as a bricklayers’ laborer,
and at various times as a stonemasons’ laborer. I engaged with a
gentleman of the name of Broadhead, who resided in Cadogan Place, Sloane
Street, Chelsea, with whom I stayed for some considerable time.
Buckingham Palace, where his royal highness the Duke of York resided, I
assisted in making the alterations--in taking down a wall, and putting
up iron palisadings, which extended from the gate of St. James’s Park up
to the Duke of Leinster’s. After that work was completed I went to
Windsor Castle--twenty-one miles from London--and also worked at the
Castle, which, at that time, was undergoing repairs. During the winter
season, his majesty would reside in the Park. He used to drive into the
Castle at various times, generally before our dinner-time, to inspect
the works going on the Castle. Our employment was not very severe; our
wages were very low, being only thirteen shillings per week for laboring
men; tradesmen of different descriptions at twenty-four shillings per
week. After the alterations, which lasted about twelve months, I
returned to London, and got into employment with my old employer. I
proceeded to St. Catherine’s docks, and was working there as a navvy; I
was one of the first six employed in taking in the leaden gutters from
the roof of St. Catherine’s Church; where the church formerly stood is,
now, as near as I can say, the centre part of the Company’s docks. Mr.
Burgess was the first contractor, and after his failure, Mr. Robert
Banks, of Blackwall, took up the contract. At various times I used to
leave the work in order to attain better employment, if possible. I went
to the London Bridge pile-driving before a stone was laid; we worked
shifts six hours per day, and six hours per night; the night-work was
very severe, and we had to be very careful not to touch any drink, on
account of the danger of the work, especially in the lower dams. We
generally used to drive one pile every six hours, each pile being
twenty-three feet long, for which we got paid at the rate of one
shilling and three half-pennies per foot; that had to be divided amongst
four of us, who worked at the crane. It was very dangerous working in
the lower dams, as we had only two nine-inch planks to walk upon, and
about every ten feet there was an upright, with a rope attached to it,
to enable us to descend to the bottom in safety. During the time of my
working there I saw many men meet with their deaths by falling over.

I began to grow tired owing to the disagreeable employment. I went one
hundred and fifty miles from London to Stonehouse, near Plymouth, were
there was a new reservoir to be excavated. I got employment there. I
worked at it until it was completed, which was in about six months. I
then returned to London, where I got employed by Mr. Grundy, stonemason,
Horseferry-road, he having a contract under Government for some stone
work at the New Parliament Houses. I worked for him up to the year 1826.
His Royal Highness the Duke of York died in the month of December in
that year, and lay in state for three weeks at Buckingham Palace. The
public were admitted to see the remains. He was taken in January, 1827,
to Windsor Castle to be interred with the rest of the Royal Family. The
funeral _cortege_ extended 10 miles from Hyde Park corner to Hounslow.
The corpse was moved on as follows to Stanford Bridge, three miles from
Hounslow. I witnessed the Life Guards, cloaked up, standing holding
their horses under the bridge, waiting for orders to take possession of
the corpse from the Oxford Blues. The corpse remained two hours owing to
the severity of the weather, it snowing heavily all the time they were
proceeding from London. After the two hours had elapsed they pushed
forward eight miles further to Windsor. I did not witness anything more,
but returned to London; during that day going and returning in all 26
miles.

I went a few miles from London, as I heard that there were men wanted at
Old Forge-cut, Stratford, to form a basis for barges to come in and
unload from the Thames. I worked in and there about as a general laborer
at anything I could turn my hand to up to the year 1830, when I heard
there were men wanted at Chatham to go out to the Brazils; but when I
reached Chatham, I went to the parties who were enquiring for men. When
I entered the room, I asked particulars as to what we might be required
for. They told me that I was to go out to the Brazils or elsewhere. I
told them it was to fight for Donna Maria, the young Queen of Portugal.
They observed that I had been in the British army, and they told me that
it was correct what I had stated; they said they would allow me more
pay, but I was to keep my own counsel; they also told me that if I could
obtain any men for them they would make me an allowance of so much for
each man. The men whom I engaged I used to tell that they would all be
made officers and gentlemen of. After we had mustered about 200 men, we
were despatched off to London, in which place we took our residence on
the Isle of Dogs, opposite to the Greenwich Hospital, where we lay for
further orders. We understood there was a troop barque ship fitting up
in the river in order to take us out to Portugal. We had first rate
rations served out to us daily, and the balance of our pay paid to us
every afternoon. We amused ourselves daily by walking up and down the
river side like half-pay officers. After laying there for about a
month, the Government learned that we were there for the purpose of
going out to Portugal, we were given to understand that we had a good
many deserters from the British Army who had deserted on purpose to join
us, as our pay was more than they were getting in the British service by
sixpence a day. We were not attested men, as we were going out as
volunteers. The Government sent the police down to despatch us from the
Isle of Dogs, so we were all sent about our business. I was going about
London some few weeks; as the winter was approaching I could not get any
employment. I was several nights that I had no shelter, having to walk
the streets all night, and sometimes nothing whatever in the shape of
food. Sometimes I heard there was a place erected for the poor to
shelter themselves from the inclemency of the weather. I went to one of
these places, where I obtained shelter as well as some food, consisting
of a bit of bread and cheese, with a half-pint of cold ale to drink with
it. It reminded me something of a rendezvous, with a bit of straw to lay
on, and an old covering to keep you warm. I had several times a mind to
return back again to Frome to my friends, but I took a second
consideration on the subject as the winter was approaching I thought I
would take pot luck for it to remain in London till something might turn
up. One day I was going over Westminster Bridge to go to some of my old
employers in Westminster to see if I could get any work. In passing over
the bridge I met with two gentlemen; they made hold to stop me. They
asked me if I was not one of the men that was going out to Portugal. I
told them that I was one of them, he gave me a half-crown, and told me
to meet him at the same place on the following day. Accordingly I
proceeded on after wishing them good bye. I went into a leg of beef soup
shop to get a feed, and I took a famous good tightener. I had enough
left out of my half-crown to pay for my bed and my breakfast in the
morning. I thought I was once more all right. According to the orders I
had received from the two gentlemen I met them on the bridge according
to appointment. They told me that they were going to erect another
establishment in Great Windmill street, at the top of the Haymarket, and
would I come to get my name enrolled. I told them I would. Accordingly
they gave me another half-crown, so I then considered I was a made up
gentleman. All at once I went at the time appointed to Great Windmill
street. There I found that I had been correctly informed by the
gentlemen. I went into the apartment where several gentlemen were. They
took my name down, and told me they were very glad to see me as I was a
Waterloo man. I had my pay given out to me at the rate of 1s. 6d. per
day, and to attend each day at eleven o’clock in the forenoon. In the
course of a fortnight we collected about 200 men. On going there the
last day to receive our pay as usual, when we had orders to attend all
hands at 4 o’clock in the evening. About dusk after we all mustered we
were drafted off in different parties under the care of a steady man to
each party to convey us down to Vauxhall. There we were put in different
barges to float down during the night to Gravesend. On our way down
there was bread and cheese served out, but as I had taken a good feed
throughout, I thought I did not require any as I had a comfortable seat
on the starboard side of the boat I thought if I got up to look after
bread and cheese I should not find my seat again. We arrived off
Gravesend at 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning, when we were all put on
board of a troop barque. We had orders to all keep below in the day time
and to come up at night when we could walk about all night if we chose.
We lay there 2 days and part of 2 nights, when we weighed anchor and
made for the downs.

We passed through the Downs with the whole of his Majesty (George IV.’s)
fleet present that day in the Deal Downs, in two nights and one day.
Owing to the weather being very severe, we came in sight of Spithead. We
dropped anchor, and lay till further orders. After lying there two days,
we weighed anchor and proceeded on our destination. On the 20th November
we set sail, and arrived off Flushing on the 23rd December. We lay in
Brest, part of the township of Flushing; took Christmas dinner on the
25th; and, on the 26th, we had a grand “spree”--“Sheevo,” we call it; we
had lots of fiddling and dancing. On the 27th we weighed anchor to
depart from that place. As we were about making our way, there were two
Dutch gunboats placed alongside of us to prevent our landing or moving
without leave, as they believed we were spies. The Belgians were at war
at this time (1830). There was a letter sent from the captain of the
ship to the commandant of the town, to inform him that we were British
subjects going out to fight for the young Queen Donna Maria, Queen of
Portugal. An answer came from the commandant to the captain of the said
Edward, barque, troop-ship, that we might go out of the river, which we
did, and put round to the bay of Belle Isle, in the South of France,
where the whole of the squadron lay at anchorage. The admiral, on
the quarter-deck, called out, “Ship a-hoy;” on the third day after our
coming out of the river he wished to know what ship it was; the reply
was given that it was the Edward, barque, troop-ship. He asked how many
men on board; the reply was, 199. He said, “Why not bring another man to
make up 200?” We shortly afterwards heaved up alongside the Reine de
Portugal, which was the Admiral’s ship. We went on board, fifty of us,
to do duty as marines; fifty went on board of the Congress, man-of-war;
fifty on board of the Donna Maria, and forty-nine on the Juno. We lay at
anchor in the Bay of Belle Isle, as did the whole of the squadron,
brigs, schooners and corvettes, all sorts of twenty-gun brigs, &c. Our
paymaster came out from home to pay us some back money due to us, and,
when we got our two months’ pay, all our British subjects of blue
jackets and marines had leave for forty-eight hours to go on shore. Five
of my mess-mates and myself went into a brandy shop to “wet our
whistles,” where we drank half-a-dozen bottles of brandy; and then
proceeded up the town to see what was going on. We called in to take a
little drop more, as we fancied we stood very much in need of it, when
the _gens d’armes_, discovering us rolling about, rolled up towards us;
thought of taking us into custody, but, as we were not so easily
frightened, we set on them and knocked them both up and down; and down
it was with many a one. They called a French regiment out of barracks to
quiet us, but we set to and beat them back into the barracks. The
Commandant of the town sent a letter to the Admiral of the ship for them
to bring the marines and seamen on board; but the Admiral would not hear
of any such thing; he said he had given them leave for forty-eight hours
to spend their money, and they were not to be molested either by the
soldiers or the _gens d’armes_, unless they were outrageous to the
inhabitants of the town; and, if he did not like that, he would call
them all in and pour a broadside on the town. After that they let us
alone, and we were masters of the town. When our leave was up we went to
the different boats to put off to our respective ships. Major Lanson was
on the gangway, looking over into the boats, when I was coming up the
side; he called out, “What kind of a spree, soldier, had you on shore?”
I said, “A pretty gone one, sir. We should have had a better one if we
had not been molested by the _gens d’armes_ and the soldiers.” He said,
“It was all fair to get rid of your money; you will have another one
by-and-bye.” I replied, “Yes, sir; and you along with me on the field of
battle.” After a few days we cruised off the Island of Madeira. We fell
in company one day with a man-of-war up to the starboard side of the
vessel, and a twenty-gun brig on the larboard. The Admiral called out to
the gunner, “Get the Salamanders ready.” They were accordingly put into
the blacksmith’s hands to put them into the fire, and get them ready for
action. Accordingly we sailed in midships, the twenty gun brig on the
larboard and a man-of-war on the starboard. The drum beat to arms. For
my own part I was not fond of going aloft; I got into the long boat over
the main hatch, and there I remained till further orders. The Admiral
called out to the gunner to fire No. 6 gun on the starboard side of the
man-of-war, but she never returned a shot. A shot from No. 6 gun was
fired at the brig from the larboard quarter, but she did not return the
compliment. The two boats were lowered, the pinnace and the long boat,
and a portion of blue jackets and marines jumped into it, under the
instructions of an officer of each boat, and went off to the man-of-war
and to the gun brig. The man-of-war on the starboard was a French
vessel, and, we were not at war with France at this time; so we let her
go, as we were bound down to keep the peace twenty-one years after the
battle of Waterloo, and only fifteen years had elapsed. But the brig on
the larboard was a prize, loaded with arms and ammunition going out to
Don Miguel’s party; she was brought in and towed aft of the Admiral’s
ship; the men were brought on board and put into irons, and also the
captain of the ship, whom I witnessed on his knees on the quarter-deck,
praying forgiveness; he agreed to do duty on board the Reine de
Portugal, the Admiral’s ship; the seamen were allowed to work on board
the Reine, according to their respective abilities. They were well
contented to go into the Queen’s service under the control of Admiral
Sartonis. Some time after, while cruising off the Island of Madeira, we
fell in company with a privateer, and gave chase to her: for part of two
nights and a day we just kept in sight of her, until the sea rose, and
in the storm, on the evening of the third day, we lost sight of her. At
this time I was mixing the grog with my brother, who was a
non-commissioned officer. As the grog was issued out a very heavy squall
came over, and, the ports being all open, we shipped water very fast.
Before the guns could be got in and the ports shut we were shipping
water at the rate of a ton per minute. The carpenter being down in the
hold, called out that the water was gaining on us; the Portuguese pilot
on board told the Admiral that he had better lighten the ship by
throwing over some of the guns, as there was every probability of the
ship sinking before morning. The Admiral was very angry with the pilot
for saying so, and told him that we were all British subjects on board,
and in no way frightened.

During the watch from eight to twelve I could scarcely keep my legs to
go round and put the men on sentry. There was one man who gave me a
great deal of trouble to put him into the nettings to keep a look-out
for ships for one hour. I was keenly running after him on the main deck,
when my foot struck against a ring bolt, which had the effect of
precipitating me into the gun-deck, a distance of nearly ten feet. I was
very much hurt; I was taken up, and had sixteen ounces of blood let from
me. But I was not fit for duty for three or four days. However, as soon
as I was on my first night watch, I caught the man who caused my
misfortune, and had the satisfaction of giving him four hours in the
nettings. At twelve o’clock the watch accompanied me round the decks
again, when we released the man in the nettings, and the watch went
below. Shortly after I got below there was an order for Corporal Knight
to appear on deck, to which I immediately responded. The officer of the
watch asked me why I kept the man for four hours in the nettings. I
replied that I preferred that way of punishing him to reporting him and
perhaps getting him flogged; also that I considered him the cause of my
getting hurt by falling down the hatchway. He objected, and said that I
ought at once to have reported the disobedience. He asked me how I came
to put him there for four hours. I told him I had put him there for my
own pleasure, as he was the cause of my having the fall. I said, “Sir, I
did not wish to make a report to the Admiral, to cause him to be brought
on the gratings. I would not have the ill-will of the ship’s company to
say I was the cause of a man’s being flogged.” “Put him four hours more
for my pleasure,” said he; “and give him the early watch from 12 p.m.
till 4 a.m.”

After we had cruised for some time about the Island of Terceira, we put
in at Nangaros, a seaport town, and landed the marines on shore. We
marched to Prior, three leagues (nine miles), and took up our position
in a convent, and did duty till further orders. We usually turned out at
half-past four in the morning, before the great heat of the day came on,
and marched on to the common, where we used to go through our
discipline. We drilled the awkward hands of the recruits about two hours
each morning, and generally returned about seven for breakfast. We had
nothing to do until the following morning. Our parading duty was very
moderate.

Our rations were “Buckelow salt fish,” and cob corn bread. But we did
not understand this kind of food; so the men lifted up the windows and
threw the provisions in the road: they had got into a rebellious state.
The colonel, being informed of it, came down to the Convent, and ordered
the bugler of the guard to sound, “Turn out the whole.” We formed
companies; the colonel ordered the captains of companies to form a solid
square, the colonel being inside. He said that owing to our rude
character he would punish us. As soon as the word had passed by him, the
men called out, one and all, that “they were not men sworn in like
British subjects, but that they came out as volunteers to fight for the
Queen of Portugal, and expected they should be treated like soldiers.”
All through the battalion, one and all shouted, “Hear, hear.” The
colonel replied, “Well, my men, I consider you are loyal subjects;” and
intimated that it was no wish of his that the men should live in that
way; and if we would put up with it for a few days he would write to the
Admiral to send us ship rations, as there was nothing on the island that
we could discover. In a short time, beef, pork, and biscuits were sent
from the squadron, so then we lived very well. There was plenty of wine
on the island, of which each man had a pint a day, and a gill of
aquadent. We used to follow on then with a good heart to parade, as
usual, and go through our discipline. We carried that on for two months,
when Don Pedro came on the island, with a portion of his staff, to view
the British battalion. When we went through our movements on a field-day
he was quite delighted. Soon after, we had orders to march back to the
respective Convents where we lay. The colonel ordered the battalion to
get an extra allowance that day.

The paymaster came from out from home to pay us some back money that was
owing to us, so that there was a captain of each company to go down to
the paymaster’s residence to give in the strength of the company; and I
being very intimate with the captain, whose name was Shaw, he told me to
bring two men with me up to the captain’s quarters, and from there we
removed off to the paymaster’s residence. The captain had orders from
the paymaster to take one bag of dollars--out of ten. Our pay at this
time was two pounds five shillings per month; he ordered me to name the
men to pack up the dollars, and bring them on with them; I named one of
the men to lift them, who said they were so heavy he could not get them
on his shoulder; I said to the next man, “You try them,” and he could
not lift them. The captain said, “Hey, mon, what, canna twa strong able
men like you lift them small bags of dollars up?” He then said, “Knight,
you try them;” I caught hold of them, and had very great difficulty in
getting them on my shoulder, so the captain told me to proceed with
them. I carried them about two hundred yards, and put them on a wall off
my shoulder. “Now,” I said, “you carry them in your turns, each of you,
but mind and put them so as another can get them.” So they brought them
into the captain’s quarters, and, by the captain’s orders, put them off
their shoulders in the captain’s apartment, when he said, “That will do,
you can go to your convent.” I was going along with them, and he said,
“Stop, Knight;” so I stopped with the captain, and fell into some
conversation with him about the British service of Waterloo, etc. He
belonged to the same brigade with me; I did not know him at the time; I
formerly belonged to the ninety-fifth rifles, and he was in the
fifty-second light infantry. After some short time, I asked him when he
was going to serve the companies’ money out; he replied not before
Monday, as it was Saturday when he got the money from the paymaster; he
said, if he was to serve the money out, he should not have a soldier of
his company out on parade, as the colonel used to read the service on
Sundays at the drum head. I said, “Very well, sir,” and was about making
my departure when he called me back, and said, “Here are two dollars for
you, keep your own counsel; if the sergeant of the company should ask
you any questions as to when the captain was going to serve out the pay,
tell them on Monday, for, if he served it out to-day, he would not get
any man to attend church parade.”

As I was going through the town, after leaving the captain’s residence,
I called into a wine shop and drank a glass of wine; when I arrived at
the convent, the sergeant of the companies came about me to know when
the captain was going to serve out the pay; I said he had given me
instructions to inform them it would be on Monday; so they rested in
quiet and contentment. In the afternoon the bugler sounded the
non-commissioned officers’ call, and the sergeants of companies had
orders to go to the quarter-master’s stores, and to bring the ornaments
from the stores to the different companies. The sergeant of the company
I belonged to, which was the light company, brought green wings to put
on the jackets, and also the grenadiers with white wings, and the other
eight battalion companies brought small brass plates, of a horseshoe
shape; I did not know much about wings in those days, although belonging
to the rifles, but we all had to appear on church parade with our
different ornaments on the shoulders of our jackets, so the tailors of
the different companies were ordered to get them on as quickly as they
could, or any handy men that could use their needle. I had not been used
to any such thing in the rifles, and I said to a man in the grenadiers,
that if he would comb my wings out, and dress them nicely, I would pay
him well for it. As I knew him I took him down into the town and gave
him a glass of wine; we seldom had a glass of wine without having the
full measure, which was a pint, for three halfpence--he was very
thankful. I said, “I will give you a quarter of a dollar if you will
dress them nicely.” He replied that he would; I remarked, I “may as well
pay you while I am here.” I expected to have found my jacket in the
morning in the place where I usually hang it up, on a peg over my bed,
but when I took my jacket down in the morning to clean it to go on
parade, I found the wings as rough as they were when they were served
out. The scamp had got drunk, and neglected combing my wings out, and
the only part of my dress looking bad on account of the wings being
rough and not combed out; I thought I would have two or three extra
guards given me that day, as the colonel used to inspect the battalion
when the line had to be formed, for the rear rank to step back two paces
for inspection order by the colonel. At the very last minute or two, in
turning out, I wetted a brush to lay the nap down, and went on parade; I
was the right hand man in the light company. The captain came on parade
to inspect the company; he looked at my wings, but said nothing. The
colonel came on parade, and he called out for the battalion to form
line; after we had formed line, he called out for rear rank inspection
order, and then came over to inspect the light company. He looked very
hard at me at the time, I was alarmed about my wings looking so ill; I
said to myself, “I will get two or three extra guards.” The colonel
asked the captain, “What kind of a soldier is this on the right of your
company?” The captain gave me an excellent character, and the colonel
replied that he had often witnessed me coming through the town, and that
I had paid him all military honours. He added, “I appoint him as
corporal;” so, in the room of getting two or three extra guards, as I
thought I should, I was lucky enough to get made full corporal. On
church parade, after the services had been preached by the colonel, he
dismissed the battalion, and we went into our respective quarters. In
the afternoon, the companies’ call was sounded for sergeants of each
company to go to the order room to receive orders. In bringing the
orders from the orderly room, the sergeant came into my room and said to
his brother sergeant, “Who do you think is made corporal of our company
to-day?” he could not tell; the other said, “Thomas Knight.” “Well,” he
said, “a man very well fitted for it, and well disciplined in the
service, and also bears a good name and excellent character.” I went to
the tailor’s shop to get the stripes on, it was the Monday morning
following--after I had got my stripes on, I went to parade as usual.
Shortly after that, we had orders to march to Nangaros, a seaport town
in the Western Islands, and to embark on board of a squadron. All the
soldiers, according to the different positions they were in, took up
their former position under the care of their officers. Captain Charles
Shaw, of my company, acquainted me that we were expecting to land at St.
Michael’s, to go through a field-day along with the other regiments.
Accordingly, we all landed, and went through a field-day there. The
British were very much noticed that day by the inhabitants of the town.

After seven hours under a broiling sun, and the field-day was over, we
had an excellent allowance served out to us; and then we returned on
board our respective ships. In the evening, after we had joined our
ships, we went out in search of the enemy’s squadron, as we had heard
the Don Juan was not many leagues from us; and, having a good fine wind,
the Admiral ordered all sail to be extended, so we went about thirteen
knots an hour. After we had been running about sixteen hours, we had as
foul a wind as we had had fair, and never got sight of her during the
period I was on board. We put back into our old position, beat up and
down the coast, and came into Vigo Bay on Sunday, the 8th of July, 1831.
The Admiral gave orders for the Union Jack to be placed on shore, to see
if anyone would meddle with it. It was on the beach, and the wind
blowing it to its full extent, during the whole of Sunday; but no one
came to meddle with it.

On Monday, the 9th, we landed from the Squadron 12,000 men. Captain
Shaw, of the Light Company of the British Battalion, learned that the
Admiral had to keep us on board to do duty as marines; he gave orders to
the company for all to be ready to jump into the boats when they
lowered; once into the boat, they would be obliged to let us go on
shore. So we all jumped into the different boats to land. There was
plenty of swearing, roaring, and laughing, on our landing, coming off to
the beach side, as there was, at this time, a very rough surf on the
sea. As the boats were running in, one man, standing forward on the
gunwale of the boat, was afraid to jump; I pushed him aside, telling
him to let me pass. I waited my opportunity for the boats going up on
the beach, gave a jump, and cleared it very well, about knee deep in
water. The man just behind me, whom I had before put aside, jumped
immediately after me, and in he went right up to his chin; he spluttered
out mightily, “Arrah, man, I am drowned!” I was standing on the beach,
laughing at him. “Come on, man, you’re not half drowned.”

During the time of our landing, the cavalry of the enemy came out of the
wood, and rode down on the beach to cut off our landing. When they were
within about a hundred and fifty yards from the beach, coming down over
the rocks, the ships fired a few rounds over our heads, and sent the
cavalry to the rightabout. A portion of them retired back into the wood.
As our battalion formed on the top of the rocks, convenient to the wood,
Colonel Hodges called out, “I will give eight dollars to whoever can get
me a mule.” But no mule was to be found, till we saw one that a
countryman was riding up a lane; we seized him and his mule, and gave
the mule to the Colonel.

The whole of our army lay extended along the top of the rocks, some
distance up abreast of the wood, where the General gave orders to the
troops to remain till further orders. When the British battalion was
ordered to take the advanced post and proceed into the wood, the Light
Company had orders to take the advance of the battalion about four or
five hundred yards, and there to lay during the night to keep a sharp
look-out. I was called upon to take six men in advance of the company
about three or four hundred yards, to take up a good position, and place
a sentinel on each side of the road. I was fortunate enough in the
position, and stood so that I could discover a small paddock dividing
the two woods, in which I placed one man behind a tree. I told him to
keep a sharp look-out, and if anyone was seen advancing towards him, to
let him come just near enough to make sure of a shot, and then return to
where I was lying with the other four men. I placed another man on the
left of the road, and gave him proper notice. The man on the right was
very timorous; and as I was leaning my elbow on a wall, watching his
movements, he was turning his head in every direction as if the devil
was alongside of him. I discovered him coming away from his post, so I
cocked my musket as he advanced towards me, and I had twenty minds to
shoot him. I asked him what was the matter with him. He said, “There is
a man in the wood.” “Why not shoot him?” I asked. “I did not like until
I saw you,” he replied. So, with musket cocked, I accompanied him back
to his post, and said, “Now, you stand there until your time is up; if
you offer to run away any more, I will put a ball through you.” “Will
you?” he exclaimed. “You may depend on it,” I answered; “because you put
all our lives in danger by leaving your post exposed.” Poor fellow! it
was a new kind of work to him; and before two hours elapsed he was
turning his head in every direction again, as if the devil was still
alongside of him. I went over to the man on the left side of the road,
who was a staunch one; he called out three times, “Hold! Who comes
there?” “Corporal,” I answered. “Advance, Corporal, and all’s well!”
cried he. “Have you seen anything to-night since you have been on
sentry?;” His name was Witney. “I have seen nothing,” he replied; “I
want a shot so bad, I would fire at an old woman if she came in my way.”
Shortly after I came back to where my other four men were lying, I
warned two men--the next for duty--to go down and relieve those two men.
I went over to the right, as usual, to relieve the soldier and to put
another in his place; he stood behind a tree, and made no reply as to
who was coming. I brought him with me to go over to relieve Witney, and
we came back into the road where I had taken up my position.

As near as I could say, the time of night was about twelve o’clock, when
the captain of my company advanced towards me “privately.” I challenged
him in the usual practice in the British army; he answered the
challenge. I said, “Advance, all’s well.” He asked, “Corporal, have you
seen anything in the wood?” I answered, “No, I have not seen anything
worse than myself.” “I have had an interview with the colonel,” he said,
“who said he heard that the army was going to advance.” Shortly after,
we heard the enemy was very strong, and had taken up their position in a
village in front of us, something about four miles. The army advanced
and the British battalion took the lead of the brigades; I was ordered
to take the advance with the six men for that distance, viz., four
miles. We came into the village, and found it was a false report. There
was no enemy whatever there.

We lay neutral until the day approached. I thought to myself I would try
to get something to drink, and also some provisions for my haversack; so
as to enable me to be strong and long-winded. I got into a house and I
thought I heard a noise. I kept my musket ready cocked to shoot the
first that might oppose me. Some time after, I found it was some of my
own fellows on the same errand as myself, coming up to see what they
could lay hands on. I saw an old Portuguese person, about eighty years
of age; and I asked him could he fill my canteen (in the Portuguese
language) with good wine, and he complied with my request. After I had
got my canteen filled, I was fortunate enough to fall in with half a
loaf of bread. I went through into a garden, and I shook off a few figs
from a tree. In coming back into the yard belonging to the house, I
discovered three Portuguese cavalry in the yard. They called out to me,
in broken English, “Englishman, Englishman, love wine!” I asked, “Would
they have any?” “No, get from old man.” I accordingly went out of the
yard and proceeded up the road, and I discovered, over a middling high
wall, two very beautiful young ladies; they spoke to me in a little
broken English, saying that we were going to fight with Don Miguel’s
army to-morrow. They asked me if I would accept of a drop of wine; I
replied that I had enough, but was very much obliged to them. They then
asked me if I would take any grapes; I answered that I would, so they
gave me a few very large bunches of grapes. I kindly thanked them, and
wished them good-bye. We shortly afterwards had daylight sufficiently
clear to see what we were about.

The army advanced at the dawn of the day to storm the town of Oporto;
the British were kept back that day, to bring up all stragglers over
brooks, hills, rivers, &c. We were under a broiling sun; it was on
Tuesday, the 10th of July, 1831, when we came up in sight of Oporto. The
signal was made from the squadron that went round the bay and over the
bar, and passed the falls of Lordella, close to the river Doura. When
the shipping came up abreast of the township, there was very little to
oppose them; the army pushed forward, and took the town without
exchanging a shot. We then marched through the town with colours flying,
and instruments of the different regiments playing gaily; we came down
to the Arsenal Square, and there we formed close columns, and lay there
till further orders. I said to my next man, “I will have a glass of
wine, as we have taken Oporto.” Captain Shaw coming round, and seeing me
drinking, said, I was showing a bad example to the men, but,
notwithstanding, I went through my degrees of finishing what I had in
the glass (which was a pint one). In the course of the afternoon, about
four o’clock, as we had been in close column about four hours, the
British had orders to proceed to the convent of St. Lazarus, and there
to remain till further orders. We occupied one part of the convent, and
the old invalids of the monks (about two hundred of them) occupied the
other part; they were supposed to be all in number previous to the time
of our taking the town about one thousand one hundred of them, of which
about nine hundred disappeared to fight in Don Miguel’s service. We
occupied the apartments in the convent in which they had formerly lived;
the French regiment occupied another place, at the top part of a street,
called Rutendemoza, at the opposite side of the town; and the regiments
of the line in and out round about Oporto--the Tachedores lay in another
part of the town. There were five regiments of them; as riflemen, they
had the skull and marrow bone on their shakos; they were called “Death
or Glory,” and were very intimate with the British subjects.

During our stay in Oporto, when at various times we had a combat with
the enemy, we went on the Velonga, in the Cassemere road, under an
expectation to fall in with the enemy at three leagues distance, but
when we came there they retreated to Pennyfields. We were fortunate
enough in the morning to fall in with fifty mules loaded with bread to
take into the town of Oporto. We proceeded on to Pennyfields, and in the
three days’ march towards that place, under a broiling sun, and
everything poisoned before us by the enemy, we came into a village two
days’ march from Velonga, a distance of ten leagues (thirty miles). On
the third day I was appointed to guard the colours, along with my
brother non-commission officers; the ensign fell from fatigue, and the
oldest sergeant in the regiment took the colours, and so on, according
to the period of their service. I was appointed (being the oldest
corporal) to take the colours, and carried them about a quarter of a
mile; I was getting over a low wall and fell across the wall with the
colours, my head on one side and my feet on the other. I lay for some
time quite exhausted, never expecting to get up any more. After lying
there for some considerable time, I tried to rise. I got up on my knees
and fell back again; however, I recovered myself after a short period,
and saw an old Portuguese _Paysanne_, or peasant. I called out to him in
Portuguese, as well as I could, and asked him to get me a canteen of
water; he did so, and I thanked him in the Portuguese language. I took a
hearty good drink of it, and was very much revived, and able to get upon
my legs. I went about three hundred yards and discovered another
corporal; I called out to him, but he made no reply. I went over to see
what was the matter with him, and found he was lying in the same
position I had been; I gave him a good drink of water, and he recovered.
I got him on his legs, and we both went along together, almost reeling
from weakness. I discovered about two hundred yards to the right, a
great quantity of soldiers dressed in scarlet; I went over to them to
see what they were, and found them to be a portion of our battalion
lying dead on the ground, forty-four in number. I could not tell or
discover who they were, from their being so much distorted by the poison
they had drunk in the water. Some of them I could see were belonging to
my own company, and some were grenadiers and battalion companies. I came
over to my brother corporal and acquainted him with what I had
witnessed; he asked, “Don’t you know any of their names?” I replied that
I did not, for they were so much disfigured; he said, “Go back again,
and the first man you come to, look at his haversack.” This was done
that one man should not rob another; the first man I came to was a man
of my own company, he was lying on his back. I turned him on his face
and discovered on his haversack, “Richard Ovenden, light company;” “Poor
Dick! you’ll never play the fiddle any more!” He used to amuse us at
Oporto by playing the fiddle of an evening; I came back to my brother
corporal, and told him that Richard Ovenden, of the light company, was
the first man I discovered. We went on together, and I observed a
sergeant a short distance from the road, leaning up against a wall, with
his fusee on his arm; I found he was quite dead and stiff, and the wall
supporting him; I took hold of him and put him under the wall. We
advanced a little further, and I saw two tailors belonging to the
battalion company, one by the name of Pearce, and the other name was
Robinson--they had died together, hand in hand; we went on a little
further, and I discovered a great number of men of all regiments lying
round big waterholes, all poisoned--as many as two or three hundred. It
was a very shocking and sickening sight to see so many brave men sent to
their long account in such a dreadful manner. Our troops at the time had
captured the town, and we got into it more dead than alive. The first
gentleman I saw was Captain Shaw, captain of my company (light company);
he came up to me and shook hands with me, he was very glad to see me; he
heard I was dead under the hill, and I said, “I heard you were dead,
too, captain.” There were orders issued for the men not to take too much
wine or provisions, as, from being without food some time, it was feared
it might have a bad effect. The cavalry had orders to keep their horses
closely fastened, so that they might be ready at any moment, as we were
laying during the night under expectation of the enemy reinforcing
troops from Lisbon. They came up early on the following morning with a
reinforcement; our spies came galloping into town, and acquainted the
general that commanded the whole of the army (Soldano, a gentleman of
Oporto), that they were about twenty-seven thousand strong, and we at
the same time were from seven thousand to eight thousand. We were
ordered to retire back to Oporto, and as fast as possible we occupied a
hill in front, and the enemy in the rear, coming up about a league
distance, where we arrived on the second evening. They brought all their
reinforcements up to the town of Oporto, and were determined to take the
town, if possible; and as they came on the hard roads and across the
fields, the orders were that the officer of the outlying duty was to
touch the train in order to blow up the road, and the enemy with it. It
was reported that there were as many as three thousand blown up by the
trains. The guns from the batteries commenced full play on the enemy’s
columns, supposed to be about three hours’ engagement. When it came to
nightfall the enemy had lost about seven thousand troops; they beat the
retreat during the night, so that we heard no more of them. We marched
back to the convent, the British battalion at Oporto, and lay there till
further orders.

On the 22nd of July we proceeded out on the Cashmere Road, to Velonga.
About three days after marching to the left of the Velonga Road (from
four in the morning till about twelve), the great heat had completely
knocked us up. But I, not quite so bad as the rest, had to draw the
companies’ rations of bread and beef; after placing them under a hedge,
I told the men to fall to. They said, “Too tired, corporal; could not
eat a bit.” “As you please about that; but if you don’t, I’ll make free
with your share.” I then cut off a thumping beef steak, thinking I might
have some hard work in the course of the day; I cooked it nicely, with
the gravy in it, to make me strong and long-winded. But I might have
saved myself the trouble; we soon had orders to retire back to Oporto.

One of our sergeants, not having a shot at the enemy, fired at a donkey
near the road; the men were quizzing him, and I asked him what was his
object for firing at the donkey; he told me to mind my own business. As
we were under the retreat to Oporto, one of our men had unfortunately
got drunk when near the enemy. The sergeant, who had been firing at the
donkey, said he would report the circumstance to the colonel, and the
man told the sergeant to mind his own business,--as he had told Corporal
Knight before. We were still on our way to Oporto. The sergeant, being
on the face of the hill when we halted, fired a shot down among the men.
The colonel came galloping down off the hill on his mule, and asked
whose piece went off. The men informed the colonel that it was Sergeant
Evans’, who had been squabbling with the men, and had got very angry: he
had fired a shot among the privates, luckily without doing any harm. The
colonel ordered him to strip off his belts and to consider himself as a
prisoner; the corporal and four men were ordered to take him on the
advance; I was appointed to take him on. The colonel also ordered his
arms to be pinioned back by his canteen straps, and that he was to be
marched off. I took him on for about three miles: he begged hard that I
would loosen the straps round his arms: I said, “I should not much mind,
but you might try to bolt; and, if you were not to come back, I should
send a messenger after you and order my four men to do the same. If I
killed you, or winged you, they would ask me what business I had to let
you loose. So, safe bind, safe find: as I have got you I will keep you.”
He wanted me to let him walk free with us, but I told him to take it
just as easy as he could. I lodged him in the guard-house at Oporto. He
was never tried, but shipped off to England soon after, as a bad
character.

We used to be originally turned out all hours of a night, and formed
close columns in the town, in the Arsenal Square, and there we lay till
the day approached. We would have orders from the colonels of regiments
to march to our respective convents, and to lay till further orders. On
the 22nd July we received orders to go out to a small village about
three leagues from Oporto, having heard the enemy had been there; when
we came there they were as far to our right. We took up our position
there, and remained for four hours, during which period there was an
order from the Colonel for a non-commissioned officer of companies to
bring up a portion of the men for the purpose of bringing down the
companies’ rations. I took four men with me. While bringing the rations
into camp, they asked me what they were to do with them. I told them to
throw them down there, and let those that liked come and cut them up;
but they replied that they were not hungry. I said, “If you don’t, I
will.” Accordingly I fell to eating, and very much I enjoyed it.

We heard the enemy had come back to Velonga, and we proceeded on our way
to fall in with them. The Tachedores at this time had a strong
engagement with them. When we came up to their assistance they were
being driven up to the top part of the town, where we were coming in. We
opened a smart fire on them, killing and wounding a great many of them;
we kept it up for about seven hours, and took a great many field pieces
of artillery, and a gun belonging to them, in the top part of the town,
which carried a ninety-two pound shot, drawn by twelve working bullocks;
after which, they retired and crossed the river at Ponto Ferrado.

The British lay in camp, and on the following morning advanced, and met
with the enemy at Ponto Ferrado. We crossed the river up to about our
middles. The enemy occupied the hill in front of us. We had about 23,000
men. It being a windy day, the colours were extended to their full size.
They brought the guns to bear upon us, and our brigade of 2,000 charged
to take possession of the guns. It was supposed that we lost about 1,700
men of the brigade in a very few minutes. The General was very much
blamed, from what we could understand, for bringing these men into
action before the others had arrived. Shortly after, the right wing of
the army came over the bridge, some little way down the river, and,
coming round on the back of the enemy, took possession of the artillery,
spiked their guns, dismounted them from their carriages, and the whole
of our army took the hill to scour the troops off. A few
out-skirmishers, under the command of an officer, were beating back
skirmishers. Ours were about thirty in number; fifteen out of the thirty
were French volunteers. We kept the enemy moving pretty smartly,
especially the skirmishers. After going for nearly half a mile, there
was, rather at an incline and some little distance from the hill, a big
gully in front of us. I looked over into the gully and saw a troop of
cavalry belonging to the enemy; they were dismounted, holding their
bridle-reins in their hands, waiting for orders to mount. I remarked to
Mr. Burton, the officer, “Dangerous route to go any further, sir.” “How
so, corporal?” he asked. I replied, “There is a troop of cavalry down
there, right before us.” He said he could not discover them; we spoke in
a very low voice, in order that the enemy’s cavalry should not hear us.
“You come and look over my shoulder,” I said. When he did so, he
discovered them, and gave orders to retire to where we had taken the
brigade.

Before we arrived at the place where the guns had been taken possession
of, the cavalry had come over the hill out of the gully to cut off our
retreat. There was a Frenchman before me, just on the right; our great
coats incommoded him in horse collar fashion; he had undone the strap to
get it off his shoulder; he was all of a tremble and so much confused
that he could not get it off, when he looked round at me and called out
for me to pull it off his shoulder. As I was passing him by, I caught
hold of it; and in pulling, as I thought, to pull it off, I pulled him
on the broad of his back. I had no time to look about me; the cavalry
were just behind charging us sword in hand. Shortly before they got up
to us I told the officer to give command, and he asked, “What am I to
do, corporal?” I answered, “There is no time for squabbling in words.” I
told the men to form a rallying square, fifteen in kneeling position,
and fifteen firing over them. They charged right up to us; and one great
long soldier reached over his holster pipes, and just cut the top of my
eye with his sword. We shot down about seventeen over their holster
pipes; they turned their horses heads about to retire, and I jumped off,
front rank kneeling, and ordered the men to form line and charge; the
enemy had not proceeded far before they turned round their horses’ heads
to have another turn at us. I said, “Form square.” So we formed square,
and peppered a few more of them down. After the third time, they set
off, leaving us master of the field. They shot four of us, and wounded
three. I then proceeded on the way up to where we had captured the
artillery. Major Lanson came off the hill and called out to me,
“Corporal, you had a sharp attack with the cavalry;” as they had
possession of the hill and had driven the enemy off. He said he had been
looking at me during the time; and the colonel made the observation at
the time, that the corporal had shown them gallant play. He asked, “What
was Burton up to?” I replied, “I was not looking after him, but for my
own safety, and also that of my men, as I was well disciplined for the
field. The officer was outside of the square, and wanted me to let him
come in; I told the men to keep close, and he rolled himself under the
bayonets for protection.” Major Lanson said he was very thirsty, and
asked if I had a drop of water in my canteen. I replied that I had. He
asked, “Will you give me a drop?” “By all means,” I replied; he stooped
down and took a drink, and was very thankful; he asked me if I would
take a little spirits out of his flask, of which I was very glad. I
returned the compliment; so we remained during the day.

Night came on: we formed camp inside a low wall on a gentleman’s estate;
there we lay during the night, chopping down the trees, and anything we
could come at, to make fires. We shortly afterwards rolled ourselves up
in our coverings; I looked round about me, and discovered some of the
French bringing legs and shins of beef over the wall; I jumped up to go
and see if I could not get hold of something too, and when I arrived at
the place where the cavalry had been bothering us through the day, the
French were cutting up the horses to bring into camp to cook. I pulled
out my knife, and cut about half-a-dozen pounds off a rump of a nice
young horse; I brought it into camp, and took my ramrod out, which made
me a very good skewer. After I had riddled it on the ramrod, toasted it
on the fire. Some of the young officers lying round the fire, yawned
out, “Who’s that cooking beef steaks on the fire?” the soldier replied,
“It is Corporal Knight.” “Where did he get beefsteaks to-night?” they
asked, as the commissaries were not up. I said that I was roasting some
horse flesh. “Have you ventured upon eating horse flesh, corporal?” I
replied, “I had better eat that than none; I am cooking it nicely with
the gravy in it to make me strong and long winded.” They said, “We never
did yet.” One of the officers asked me if I would give him a bit, which
I did; as he was taking it off with his delicate finger and thumb, he
put it between his grinders, and made a crack at it. He asked me if I
would supply him with water. I told him if he would go to the river he
could supply himself. After I had refreshed myself, I rolled myself up
in my big coat and lay alongside of the fire. The quarter-master
sergeant came round to know if any of the soldiers had any water in any
of the canteens; I looked up at him, and asked him who it was that
wanted water, he said, “Who is that speaking?” I said, “It is Corporal
Knight;” he asked, “Have you any water, corporal, in your canteen?” I
replied that I had, and was likely to keep it. He said, “I do not want
it, but the colonel, who sent me round to know if you had any water.” I
asked, “Where is the colonel lying?” “He is laying down under the wall,
rolled up in his cloak:” I immediately jumped up, and proceeded with the
quarter-master sergeant to where the colonel was laying; he observed us
coming, and said, “Who is that coming?” “Quarter-master sergeant
Sutherland, and Corporal Knight.” The colonel asked the quarter-master,
“Has the corporal got any water in his canteen?” The quarter-master
sergeant replied, “He has, but he would got give it up to me.” “He has
done right enough, too,” said the colonel, and I pulled my canteen off
the strap that was attached to it, and gave it to him; he drank heartily
out of it, and was very thankful; I told him he was extremely welcome. I
said, “Colonel, shall I get you a beefsteak for supper, as I have been
taking a good supper off the same animal, off the rump of a nice young
horse?” “No, never mind it, corporal, I can do very well to-night;” I
said, “I will leave you the canteen, sir, to drink the remainder of the
water.” He was very thankful; I wished him good night, and went back to
my old residence to lie down by the fire.

I went down the following morning (the 24th July) to get my canteen,
and received it from the colonel. We fell into conversation respecting
the cavalry which had been charging us the previous day, and he asked me
what Mr Burton, the officer of the outlying picket, had been doing. My
answer was that I was not studying him, but was looking after my own
interest. Shortly afterwards, we all fell in, and the aide-de-camp came
round to the colonel and told him that he was to march to Oporto.
Accordingly we proceeded on our way back to Oporto about three miles,
when the aide-de-camp came forward and told the colonel that the
regiment was to halt; so we lay there for further orders, for about two
hours. We heard the enemy was advancing on us, and very shortly after
discovered about twenty bullock teams coming on the road from Oporto,
with bread and wine to supply the troops. When they came up, the
battalion was ordered by the colonel to get their rations; so we had two
days’ wine, which was a quart (a pint per day), and also two pounds of
bread. After we had refreshed ourselves, we were stronger and better
able to attack the enemies that came up against us. The quarter-master
sergeant called out for me, and I went up a little way where they were
serving out the rations; he told me to give him my canteen, which I
handed to him, and he filled it full of wine (three pints); he said that
was an order from the colonel. We lay there but a very short time, when
we proceeded on our way to Oporto, where we arrived just before
nightfall, and marched, into the town with bugles playing and all the
colours we had left flying; for they were tattered and torn with shot.
The inhabitants of the town gave us a hearty cheer, and had pitchers of
wine ready for us as we passed along and went into our old residence at
the Convent of St. Lazarus, there to lie until further orders. I threw
myself down to get a little sleep which was very much required.

Waking up in the morning, I was as hearty as a trout. After breakfast,
the colonel’s orderly sergeant came round (the light company), and
wanted to know where Corporal Knight was; he was taken to the room where
I was lying in charge of twelve men; the sergeant told me the colonel
wished to see me. I asked him if he knew what it was for, and he replied
that he did not; but I put on my jacket and cap and went with him. When
we came to the colonel’s quarters, the sergeant knocked at the door,
which being opened the colonel told me to come in: so I sat down for a
few minutes, and he entered into conversation with me; he then gave me
ten dollars, and told me that would do; upon which I retired and went
back to the convent. I have forgotten to make mention that I asked the
colonel what the ten dollars were for; and he answered, “for the water I
had given on the twenty-third evening of duty at Ponto Ferrado.” He
said, “Corporal, you can now go and have a good “spree.” I went into the
town and had a good “sheevo” during the night.

Some few days after, the inhabitants of the town made a collection among
themselves, which amounted to ten dollars a man in the British
battalion. They used generally to encourage us, by giving us ten
dollars, to keep them out of the town. So the whole battalion had a good
flare up for a night or two,--plenty of fiddling and dancing, which
strongly reminded us of dear old England.

After all our money was spent we went back quietly to the convent. In
about a fortnight after that our paymaster fortunately came out from
home to pay us some back pay due to us (two months). Each soldier had £2
5s. per month; our pay was augmented to that of a British soldier; they
received their two months’ money. My pay was fourpence a-day extra,
which, amounting to ten shillings a-month, made it £5 10s. per two
months. I had it paid to me in Spanish dollars, and I pushed off to the
quay to have a “flare up.” In “flaring up” in the course of the night, I
“flared down,” and measured my length on the ground, with a stone under
my head for a pillow. When I woke up in the morning, the devil might
have danced a hornpipe in my pocket; for my money was all gone, and my
orders off my breast had followed my money. I said it was all fair in
war, the scamps had cleaned me out. “I will be as keen as any other one
to-night to look out to see what I can lay hold of.” So I pushed off to
the convent, and I had a good sleep through the day, and I proceeded on
the way down to the quay, where I found my comrades reeling about from
side to side. I reeled up against one fellow, but he had not quite
enough in his noddle box; I reeled up against another one, and down we
went together; my hands were soon in his pockets, to make up for what I
had lost the night before. I had a good “flare up” that night, and took
great care I did not “flare down.”

In the morning there was a chap came up to me pulling such a long, wry
face. I said to him, “Why so down in the mouth?” He answered, “Some one
has been about me and stole all my money.” “The devil they did!” replied
I; “it was only the night before they treated me in the same way.”
“Well,” he says, “Corporal, let us keep a sharp look out, and, if I
catch the scoundrel that treated me so, I’ll make his bones sore for a
month.” But I, pitying the poor devil pulling such a long face, took him
into a wine shop to give him a glass with his own money. I proceeded
then to the convent, and kept myself all night.

I happened to be on guard a few days after this, and was sitting on a
low wall opposite the guard room door, and a few soldiers along with me,
it being night (somewhere near eleven o’clock), when the rounds came
round the corner of a wall; I challenged and got no reply, only a “hoo,
hoo;” I jumped off the wall to meet his approach with a lump of a stone
in my hand, and hit him full in the face, which made him sing out for
his great grandfather. As soon as he came on the ground, I out with my
bayonet and ran it into his neck. I told the men with me to lay hold of
him by the hind legs, and to bring him on; they brought him down to the
guard room, proceeding towards the kitchen, when the sergeant jumped up
off the guard bed half asleep as he was, and asked, “What is the
matter?” I replied, “You shall have your share when it is ready.” “You
Corporal Knight,” said he, “you are a terrible fellow for looking after
the pigs.” I answered, “That is what I principally hit on.” I told the
men to drag him into the mess kitchen, and make a good fire under the
copper to scald him. They complied with my orders, and I said, “Those
who eat the most pork will eat the most bristles.” After the pig was got
ready, I told them to shoulder the pot and march; they brought the pig
into the guard room, and we all took a hearty meal off him. Nothing took
place after that for some little time; being very badly off for rations,
the colonel issued an order for a non-commissioned officer of a company
to take a portion of men daily into the garden, so I called four men to
bring their haversacks to proceed into the garden along with me; I went
to the Monk’s kitchen door and knocked; he asked in the Portuguese
language who was there; he opened the door and told me to come in, and I
told the men to follow me. I went into the garden and told the men to
fall to and get some vegetables; in the meantime I shook myself off a
few figs. After they had supplied themselves with vegetables, I told
them they could get a little fruit for themselves, but not to break or
destroy the trees. When they had got a supply I told them to come on;
accordingly we went into the kitchen, and I observed a pig’s cheek on
the block, belonging to the monks; I called the cook, in order to take
his attention off the block, and he came over to me; in the meantime I
put my hand back as a signal to one of the men to carry away the pig’s
cheek; as soon as I saw the pig’s cheek had disappeared from the block,
I thought it was time for me to disappear also, so I said to the cook in
Portuguese, “Adieu, signor;” he called me a very good man, and said
there would be a good deal of heavy firing in a short time, and that the
English soldiers were very good in the field.

After I departed from the convent, the pig’s cheek we had carried off
and the vegetables in the garden soon disappeared also. But it was best
of all when the pigs themselves made their way into the garden; and, not
to touch those in the woods, or roads, as they did not seem half fond of
the garden, we fell into the plan of driving them into the garden, and
then falling upon them and killing them. The captain, on going his
rounds the first evening, saw three lying dead in the kitchen, waiting
for scalding. I told him not to be too particular about scalding them,
for those that eat the most pork would eat the most bristles. Going his
rounds the following evening, he saw six pigs, and he said, “The pigs
are very partial to the garden. Are you sure you found them all there?”
No reply. “Who is butcher among you?” he asked. No reply yet. Seeing me
sitting on the mess-room kitchen table, he asked me if I knew anything
of the affair. I told him, “No; I had come in promiscuously to get a
light of my cheroot.” He remarked, “I think you are one of the
ringleaders.” He thought right enough, too. Notwithstanding all his
sharpness, we managed to keep ourselves pretty well supplied with pork,
and also to get a fair share of aquadente. In fact, we took everything
we could possibly lay our hands on. We often turned out of the convent
at night, at all hours, and formed close column in the Arsenal Square,
there to lay till further orders, under expectation of the enemy, coming
up to rescue the town from us. As the day approached, we would march
back into the convent. Our rations were very scantily served out; there
was scarcely a thing a dog or cat could eat but what was devoured by the
soldiers. I had never ventured myself yet on eating dogs or cats. Going
up a street called Rue Tendemdza, I met two lancers coming down the
street, and they said to me, “Corporal, why so down in the mouth?” I
said, “It would make anyone look down in the mouth to be starved as we
were.” “Just come along with us; we have been cooking some mutton.” And
they brought me into the Horse Barracks, and put some meat before me
with some soup. I “progged” hold of a piece of meat with a fork, and
lifted it up to my nose and smelt it. “Don’t tell me this is mutton,” I
remarked, “it is part of an old tom cat.” “Taste it,” said he, “it will
do you no harm. Here, I will show you how to eat;” and taking a leg he
munched away at it like a Russian. Having seen this man eat the leg of
the cat, and being moreover very hungry at the time, I took a mouthful
or two but would not eat any more of it. I would rather have died with
hunger. I was nearly choked all the day drinking water to take the
dreadful taste out of my mouth. Some time afterwards, however, I was as
keen as any one looking after the same animals; necessity compelled me
to do so.

The cavalry had two or three horses that died with sheer hunger, as
there was no forage to give them. The poor animals used to tremble at
the water trough. I made a remark that if the enemy had known how we
were situated they could very easily have taken the town from us. The
inhabitants of the town were also starving. I have actually seen the
cavalry scrape the meat off the dead horses’ bones. The cholera broke
out (1832), and the inhabitants began to die off very fast. If the enemy
had come against us with a reinforcement, they could have killed and
destroyed us all; but it was fortunate for us poor soldiers that they
did not know how we were situated. They lived first-rate themselves, but
would allow nothing to reach us. We often used to make a sally to beat
them back in order to get something to eat, if possible. We used
sometimes to get rations served out that were conveyed by the fleet
whenever they had an opportunity of working the boats.

There was a 15-gun battery on the north side of the town, just at the
entrance to the bar, coming into the river Douro. Our people formed a
bridge of pontoons, and our army went over (about 6000) to beat back the
enemy and rescue the battery. It was not very difficult to come at, and
we took possession of the battery, and the guns were spiked and thrown
off the carriages. We beat the enemy about two leagues to the rear, and
marched back again into the town. We cut down the body of a soldier from
off a tree on the breast of the town, which had been hanging there seven
weeks, and buried him. As we often went down the river at low water
mark, we supposed the enemy had got hold of the poor man.

We now had an excellent allowance served out by the admiral’s squadron,
consisting of beef and biscuit, sometimes pork. Before we captured the
battery, when conveying the boats in, they used to muffle the oars to
prevent any noise being made by them, so as to do everything as secretly
as possible; for they would have swamped us if they had heard any noise.
We had very hard times of it.

On the seventeenth of August, I was ordered to take two invalids into
the general hospital, and after giving them up to the doctor, I was
returning to my residence: eight hundred men arrived a few days before,
from Great Britain, called the British volunteers, under the command of
Colonel Burrel. The men, who were drinking in the town, saw me passing,
and called out to me to come and take a glass of wine. Accordingly I
went in with them, and I stopped during the night; early on the
following morning (the eighteenth), I heard a gun fire from the battery;
they asked me what was the meaning of that gun firing. I told them I
thought it was something going to turn up that day, and in a very short
period. The battery guns were in full play, I shook hands with them, and
made off to where our company lay; when I arrived, the captain asked me
where I had been; I told him I had been to the general hospital with two
invalids. He said, “Look sharp up into the room and get your
accoutrements on,” but when I came into the room they were all taken
away and put into the quarter-master’s stores; I came down and informed
the captain, then ran over to the quarter-master’s stores, and looked
about for my accoutrements, but could not discover them; I picked up an
old kit of belts that had not had a bit of pipeclay on them for months;
I lifted an old firelock and a bayonet, they were very rusty; I looked
into the pouch to see if there was any ammunition, and found it was
empty; I went over to the barrel where the ammunition was kept, and
filled my pouch with sixty rounds, and forty in an old haversack I
lifted; I then made my way out to the company as soon as I could. The
battalion was all ready to march off--we proceeded over a gully into
the field of action, the battalion companies formed lines, and the light
company in skirmishing order; the bugle sounded to commence fire, I
primed, and found she was loaded, she flashed in the pan,--I tried her
again, and she flashed in the pan again; I said to my next man, “Lend me
your worm to draw the charge;” I stooped down behind a lot of stones,
thinking I could not get shot while drawing the charge; I sprang the
ramrod, and she was all right, I loaded her, and she flashed in the pan
again; she was so foul that she would not go off; I lifted her by the
muzzle, hit the butt of her on a rock, and broke her short in two, for I
was so agitated, thinking I was not going to get a shot at the enemy. I
advanced about three hundred yards, when I discovered three sergeants of
the enemy lying dead; I lifted one of their fuzees, and tried her to see
if she was loaded; she was discharged, but I soon charged her, and she
went off most beautifully. I fired sixty-three rounds, and she did not
miss fire once.

We beat the enemy back, and lay neutral on the ground, thinking a
reinforcement would come up. After two hours they did so. We had a
strong attack from them, and kept it up till sundown. Captain Shaw
received a wound through both calves of his legs, which caused him to
fall. He called out to me (I was not many yards from him) to take him to
the rear, and I carried him about two or three hundred yards down under
the hill, and put him into a quarry hole. “Hey, mon!” he cried, “ye
going to leave me here?” He was a very heavy man. I told him that he was
out of the way of the shots, and that I would send a muleteer (the first
I could meet with) to carry him into the town. In going back to my
company I met a muleteer going into the town for ammunition, and I
pointed to the place where the captain lay. Shortly afterwards the enemy
beat the retreat, we marched back into the town. We lost upwards of 300,
killed and wounded. As I was going into the town, I was very desirous to
look where the captain lay, and I observed that he was gone. We took up
our old position, and there we lay till further orders.

On the 7th of September, the enemy had a reinforcement from Lisbon; and
we had another attack from them, and bonfire convenient to the town. We
kept up a strong fire, but were compelled to retreat, as our number was
getting weak, and, coming into the town they could not get a sufficient
supply of ammunition to keep the guns in full play. There were five
regiments of Tachedores, brought from the Foise, placed there to keep
that part of the town good. We beat the enemy back again to the lines.
Some of the skirmishers belonging to the enemy went down through the
gardens under the retreat; they had several walls to go over, which
divided the gardens. There was a fellow just before me, getting over the
wall, and I ran my bayonet into him to assist him over. He turned round,
and said in Portuguese language, that I was a good fellow, which was a
hint for me to leave off pushing him with my bayonet. We kept it up till
night. The enemy were supposed to have lost about 7000, and our side
nearly 2000, from what I could understand.

There was a very old mansion belonging to a gentleman, nearly about the
middle of where the action took place, with an immense draw-well
erected, very much in the old English style, and a very large wheel for
the water to be drawn up by a mule. The well ledge was thrown up, and
the dead bodies cast into the well, in order to make a clearance.

On the 29th of September we had another general engagement. We turned
out at the break of day, and had a great deal of very heavy firing. The
Light Company was extended under a wall of the breastworks; and we kept
up a strong fire for seven hours, never shifting our position. The
Tachedores of the enemy were very numerous, and very close to us; if we
had thrown a stone we could have struck them with it. Captain Mitchell
had been speaking to me respecting the engagement; he was appointed from
the colonel to take the command of the company, as the captain was not
well enough to attend, owing to the wounds he had received through both
calves of his legs. I fired sixty-three rounds, and, while loading the
sixty-fourth, I got a severe wound through the groin. I fired the
sixty-fourth round, but, while loading the sixty-fifth round, I felt
quite exhausted, and fell up against the wall. The captain said, “You
are wounded, Knight.” I hobbled away to the rear as well as I could. I
had about half a mile to go. I was very much exhausted as I crawled, or
rather hobbled, along on one leg, the other hanging down useless. On
getting into the entrance of the town, I saw a troop of cavalry sitting
on their horses--in a little lane off the main road. The officer rode
over to me and said something in Portuguese that I did not understand.
In the meantime, while I was sitting down talking to him as well as I
could, a muleteer came along; the officer spoke to him, and he lifted me
on a mule and took me to the General Hospital, where I lay seven hours
during that day before the ball was extracted.

The doctor was with a man extracting a ball from his shoulder; the man
said he was not able to go through the pain and punishment. With all the
attendance of the doctor, he could not keep him steady, so as to extract
the ball. The doctor had to leave him. I called out as well as I could
for some one to come and attend on me; he came forward and turned the
sheet off me, found where the ball was laying, and ordered four men to
be in readiness to assist in keeping me down. I told him I did not
require any holding at all, saying I was quite capable of undergoing the
punishment. As I was propped up in the bed, the pillow being high, I
could discover all he was doing. He made a cut of about an inch; the
second time he cut the same, just as I began to feel the effect of it;
the third cut he made at me came on the ball; he put the instrument in
and pulled it out; it was as flat as a penny piece, for it had struck
against a rock before it had struck me. The instrument reached from one
part to the other, right through my groin. As we were engaged that day
we had blue cloth pantaloons on; and the doctor tried if any blue cloth
had gone with the ball; but when he found the pantaloons were under my
pillow, and that the piece had not been cut out by the ball, and that it
lay down neutral after the ball had been extracted from me, I felt quite
easy. My wounds were dressed on both sides with lint, and a bandage
round to keep it on, so as to bring the discharge from it, every
twenty-four hours. I lay in that awkward position for seven weeks before
they put the regular dressing on me to heal the wounds.

I lay eleven weeks altogether in the general hospital, and was then
removed to the regimental hospital appointed for the battalion. I was
carried there by four men on a stretcher. They put me into the
non-commissioned officers room, and there I remained for seven weeks.

The doctor came round the hospital and shook hands with the patients,
informing us that he was about to go to Great Britain. He shook hands
with me personally, and said, “I think you have received too severe a
wound to recover; I do not think you will recover it.” We never saw
anything of him after he left us; another doctor took his place. I said
that I would be glad to see myself once more all right. The doctor
allowed each sick individual four ounces of wine per day. In the course
of a very short time after his departure I began to gather a little more
strength.

The inhabitants of the town were very liberal in bringing us the best of
nourishment, as they doted on the English, who were their chief support
in protecting the town from the enemy.

There was a sergeant in the next bed to me, named Schofield, a grenadier
sergeant; he often looked over to me and said, “How do you feel,
corporal?” I told him I felt pretty middling at times. He asked me if I
would take a drop of wine. I used to make the reply that I thought I
could; and he would hand me a drop that often enabled me to have a
sleep. At this time I was getting well round. When the bottle was empty,
the sergeant managed to fill it again. I think the wine was my chief
support. One day I hobbled out of the bed into the kitchen to take a
smoke. I was quite unable to come up again, and I was helped up by two
men belonging to the hospital. A few days afterwards I began to think I
was capable of getting up, and the sergeant and myself used to walk
together daily, for an hour or so, which I thought was a very great
benefit to me; and by degrees I became quite capable of walking in the
town. The little wine I took daily was the chief support I had. My
wounds began to heal quickly, and soon I was able to leave the
hospital.

The sergeant joined his company, and I was attached to the Scotch
battalion, as I was incapable of doing service under the command of my
old captain of the British battalion, Captain Shaw, then colonel of the
Scottish brigade. I drew rations until further orders; we were then
lying where the Scotch took up their position at Lord Della’s.

One morning I was toasting a piece of pork that had been served out to
me in ship’s rations, with biscuit to catch the fat of the pork, when
all of a sudden the enemy’s pickets reinforced and rode back the Scotch
pickets. I jumped up--unable to run much as my sinews at the knees were
very stiff--and hobbled away down the lane; the musketry and the big
guns were in full play. Colonel Shaw coming up the lane on a mule,
ordered the Scotch to come rightabout and charge the pickets of the
enemy--I heard them clicking-clacking bayonets against bayonets; they
kept up a sharp fire. The Scotch drove the enemy back to head quarters,
where they lay for about a month.

There was nothing worth while speaking about after that took place; I
retired to Oporto and drew my rations, as usual, from the commissary’s
stores, and resided with the quarter-master in an apartment formerly
belonging to the British battalion. I used to walk about Oporto, noticed
by the inhabitants, having possession on my breast of the Craftic order,
of the Town sword, and the Waterloo medal being very much noticed. I
very often got gifts from them, and was very well supported; the
quarter-master sergeant asked me one morning if I would be a servant to
him; I replied, “By all means,” and there I remained until a passage was
provided for me to go home to Great Britain. During the short period
that I was servant to the quarter-master, I fell very ill, and had to be
taken back to the hospital. Owing to the cholera having broken out, I
lay some time in the hospital, my head was shaved, and I was fortunate
enough to be placed in a bed near the door, where I had the benefit of
the sweet air playing on me, it being very hot weather at the time. When
I recovered I went out of the hospital and took up my old position along
with the quarter-master I had been living with, who was very glad to see
me.

Two young officers came one evening to visit the quarter-master, to
appoint the time of what was to be done in regard to fighting a duel.
The quarter-master had a room over the kitchen, and I was appointed to
be in the kitchen. The quarter-master knocked his heels on the boards,
which was a signal for me to come up; I was asked when I went up, to
supply them with another bottle of wine from the stores, they drank till
about twelve o’clock that night. When I took up the last bottle of wine,
the two young officers in company with the quarter-master, said to him,
“The corporal has been a fine soldier in the field, we have heard;” so
they each presented me with a dollar. One gentleman was named Bulgar,
and the other Shadwick. The quarter-master told me that would do, and
that I could retire. In retiring down into the kitchen, I heard some
very heavy talking, as to appointing the place where they where to fight
the following morning. I stopped on the stairs to listen to what was
going on, and I heard they had arranged to go out at the dawn of day,
about three o’clock in the morning, at the upper part of the town in a
meadow. The master said to me, coming down to the kitchen after the
officers retired, “You have no need to get up when you hear me get me up
in the morning, as I am going on some little business.” I knew all about
it, so I lay down for a short period, and kept myself awake for about
two hours, when I heard the quarter-master coming down stairs; I never
let on to make the least word, but soon slipped into the streets after
him, hobbled along as well as I could, and kept him in view. It was very
fortunate he did not discover me by looking back; I kept myself pretty
well concealed by keeping close to the shadow of the houses, and I
arrived at the top end of the town. There was a stone wall dividing the
road from the paddock, and at the corner of the wall there was a house,
I pulled my cap off, looked round the corner of the house, and
discovered the three in company.

The quarter-master put them in proper position, back to back, and
ordered them to step off, which they did, one going one way, and one the
other, for a few paces; when the quarter-master cried out, “Hold!” “Half
face to the right, going to the left!” then, “Present!” and he stood so
that they could distinguish him. When he dropped the white handkerchief,
they fired immediately, and one of them missed. Mr Shadwick wounded
Bulgar in the side; he fell down; the other two ran up to his
assistance, lifted him up, and took him down to his residence. I then
retreated, not liking to wait any longer to see what was going on. I got
back into the kitchen, and made some fire to get myself a cup of coffee.
I took a smoke of my pipe, and about the hour of five o’clock, as near
as I can say, the quarter-master came home and went to his room. I think
he laid himself down and fell asleep for about two hours; as I did the
same after taking a cup of coffee. I heard him making signals on the
board; he wished me good morning, and I returned the salute. “Corporal!”
said he, “bring me a cup of coffee.” He took his coffee, and then he had
to get himself ready to go to the stores, at eight o’clock a.m., to
serve out the rations to the soldiers. After the rations were all served
out, he retired to his room and took his breakfast, after which he went
out into the town. He told me he did not think he should be home to
dinner. He came home in the evening, took a little refreshment, and
shortly afterwards retired to bed.

The following morning, when he got up, he asked me if I knew the
officers who had been in company with him the night before. I told him I
did, Mr Bulgar and Mr Shadwick; he said that was all correct, but that
Mr Bulgar was sick, and had got leave from the colonel of the regiment
to keep away from parade for a time. This was done in order that the
regimental doctor should not know what had happened. The quarter-master
asked me if I would attend to his apartments to give him a little hot
water each morning I said I would by all means. I attended him every
morning with whatever he required; he used to tell me to put it down and
that would do. I attended on him several mornings, when I said, “Sir,
you do not appear capable of dressing your wounds,” which were very
slight flesh wounds. He looked at me very hard, and said, “do you know
what is the matter with me?” I then told him all that had taken place,
and that I had witnessed the whole of the affair. I said, “you were so
grateful, sir, that I had pleasure in attending on you.” He remarked,
“keep your own counsel, and do not relate it to any one.” I attended on
him for nearly a month, when he became able to go on parade; and he
rewarded me handsomely. I frequently saw them both in company
afterwards, Mr Shadwick and Mr Bulgar; and they always greeted me, and
often gave me the means to purchase a glass of wine. Some time in the
early part of ’33, I went to Lord Dullah, two miles from Oporto, to see
one of the officers named Captain Shaw, under whom I served when he
commanded a British battalion, and who was then colonel of the Scotch
brigade, to bid him farewell before my departure for Great Britain. In
coming back from Lord Dullah, I fell in with barrack-master McCabe, who
asked me if I had seen General Saldamia; he said he wanted to see him
particularly. I told him I had not seen the general.

Whilst in conversation with him, concerning the various actions in which
I had been engaged, he said, “you have been a very brave soldier in your
time” (he was attached to the Rock Brigade) and told me that if I would
call on him at his residence in Oporto, he would give me something, as
he then knew me to be an invalid waiting for a passage home. I called at
the place before my departure, and he told me that he had nothing to
dispose of; so the Rock Brigade was none the better for me, nor me for
them. I went for some short time to live with one of the old officers,
quarter-master of the British battalion, and he offered me every
assistance in his power. Previous to the time of my departure from
Oporto, I witnessed some little affairs carried on with the enemy on the
other side of the River Douro. Our troops had beaten the enemy back,
about two leagues from Vellenevue. I often saw the enemy firing shells
from their batteries when upon outlying picket duty, and a great many
crossing the Douro in the night, as many as eight or ten in each party.
As they had laid siege to the garrison for about two years, they did a
deal of mischief by throwing shells into the town. I frequently heard
the Portuguese people in the town calling out, when under fire, that the
shells were “_Grande Diabolos_,” or “Great devils.” There was scarcely
a house in Oporto, but was perforated by shot or shell.

During the three years that I was in the service I could not relate to
you every little incident that took place. Had it not been for the
British subjects that went out to fight for Queen Donna Maria, and the
French also, the town must have been taken by the troops of Don Miguel.
The British subjects, as well as the French, were in a great state of
starvation in the year ’32. Part of the time I was in the hospital from
the wounds I received before Oporto, which had thoroughly disabled me
from performing any other duty; and I wish to inform my Sydney readers
that during the three years I was in the Portuguese service there did
not occur much worth relating.

In my work published recently in England is contained a full and true
account of the numerous affairs in which I was engaged, comprising my
adventures both in the Portuguese and British service. This is a work I
would advise all my friends to peruse; it contains 272 pages, which are
fully illustrated in copper-plate, comprising among them two large
drawings of the Battle of Waterloo; also one of the action of Ponte
Ferrera, in Portugal. This book was published in the year 1834, and can
at any time be had on application to the author of the present work,
Corporal Knight; or by application to Mr. Murray, Charing Cross; or
Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, London. The first edition sold
rapidly, to the number of 750; as these books were well got up and most
interesting, they readily sold at the sum of five shillings per volume.
The first days’ sales were fifty volumes, and netted the sum of £12 10s.

I may remark that I left Spithead 20th November, 1830; and I left Oporto
on the 20th November, 1833. I then went on board the Samuel, schooner,
loaded with wine, and bound for Bristol. I heard the captain say to his
mate, concerning my fellow passenger and myself, that one or two
passengers would not cost him much for provisions on the passage.
Overhearing this remark, I said to him, “Mind, captain, that I don’t
astonish your provision chest, as I have been formerly a marine on board
the squadron.” He replied, “I am glad to hear you speak so boldly, as I
will be rejoiced in your continuing in good health.” During the voyage,
one of the seamen having become unfit for duty, I told the skipper that
I would do my utmost to supply his place on the passage. He thanked me,
and gave me a complete sea rig-out, comprising purser’s jacket,
trousers, and a sou’-wester. He said, “Put these on, and doff your
military uniform, and then you will look something ship-shape.” I
immediately complied by getting down the forecastle, and into my new kit
as soon as possible. I packed up my regimentals and stowed them away in
the bunk where I usually slept. The captain was mightily pleased to see
me come up a perfect seaman, to all appearance at least. I then told
him he must excuse me going aloft, as the severity of my wounds
prevented me doing so, but would do my utmost on deck. He was well
satisfied with me, and, after a few days, we got into the skirts of the
Bay of Biscay; our copper on the starboard quarter, containing rations
for the ship’s company, during a stormy night, when the waves were
actually running over the topmast, this unfortunate copper got loose and
drove right across the main hatch and then into the sea. The captain
then told the mate to batten down the hatchways, as there was a still
worse squall to windward. I lashed myself to the pump. We soon after
sprang a leak, and were nearly lost that night. The weather, however,
moderated towards morning. The captain said to me, “You’re sticking fast
enough to that pump.” I said I was, and told him I did so to make sure
of seeing the old country once more, after all my hardships in foreign
lands. After the squall was over, I continued at the pump--as we had
sprung a leak. I pumped seven hours during the day, and had a glass of
grog for every hour. The captain looked at me several times, and said,
“Are you not getting tired?” I replied that I was, for my arms began to
ache. “As we have lost our copper,” he says, “we must put up with what
we have on board.” After we had got into the English Channel we had a
very favorable wind, which carried us along in grand twig. When we came
in sight of Holyhead a pilot came out with his men. They hove up
alongside of us, and the pilot came on board, and conveyed the craft up
the Pill. The captain said to me, “Corporal, you can change yourself
now, and put on your own apparel.” Accordingly I went down into the
forecastle; I dressed myself in uniform, and came on deck. The captain
said, “You look a different man, corporal, to what you did some time
ago. Get yourself ready to go on shore with me.” I asked him where he
was going, and he said, “We are going seven miles overland to the
ferry-boat leading into Bristol.” I asked, “Shall I call the other
passenger, he is a sick man?” He replied, “No, let him stay there; he is
unworthy much attention, as he did not try to assist when the ship was
in great danger. I have £4 paid by the Portuguese Government for your
passage to Bristol.” He gave it to me, saying, “you are well entitled to
it; I will give you a little more when you come to Bristol.” We shortly
afterwards went ashore in the boat, leaving the pilot in charge. We did
not arrive in Bristol until two days, owing to the wind being so much
against her. We proceeded on our way to Bristol, when the captain asked
me if I would go into an hotel and take some refreshment; I replied, I
would; he asked me what I would like, and I told him I should like a
pint of English ale, as I had not drunk any such beverage for nearly
three years. The ale took effect on me, more so than a gallon of wine.
We then proceeded on our way two miles farther, until we came to the
Ferry House Hotel; the captain and myself went into the hotel and took a
glass each. On coming out, he felt very sick, and told me the liquor
had taken a very bad effect on him. I waited some little time until he
was able to go with me. We then got into a boat and went over to
Bristol. The captain brought me to his own house in Bristol: he was a
married man, having a wife and family. He mentioned having been to sea
seventeen years, but had never witnessed such a fearful sea before, as
it was touch and go with us. I stayed with the captain at his own
residence for two days. We went down to the quay side on the third day
to see if she had come up, and the captain discovered her lying
alongside of the wharf. I brought some things on shore with me that I
had carried from Portugal. The captain and I went into a tavern on the
quay-side, where there were a great many other captains of ships
assembled. They said, “Captain Kelsey, what kind of a voyage had you?”
“A very indifferent one,” replied he; they remarked, “You have brought a
soldier home with you.” He said, “Yes, and a very clever man he is. We
were in the height of danger in the Bay of Biscay, and one of the seamen
fell sick, and he took the man’s place to do anything that might be
required on the passage; money had been paid by the Portuguese
authorities for his passage; and I have given it to him, for he was very
well deserving of it.” “Very good, captain,” they observed, all being
very well acquainted with him, “We shall all make him up a little more.”
So, from the gentlemen present in the parlour of the hotel, I got five
pounds subscribed. They said, as the weather was very cold, that would
enable me to proceed on to London; and after the captain, myself, and
the majority of the captains had taken farewell of each other, I
proceeded to the captain’s residence, and the following day to London. I
shook hands very heartily with the captain this morning, and thanked him
for his kindness for all I had received; he said I was well entitled to
it; so I took farewell of him.

In going up through Bristol I heard a fiddle playing in an hotel, I took
a seat and called for something to drink; I kept up the “spree” for two
days, when the devil might have danced a hornpipe in my pocket, for my
money was all gone. I was prosing my head how to get to London, and
thought to myself I would go down to the Portuguese Council Chambers to
see the consul, as I had an order for forty-three pounds back payment at
Cavenhill’s, Cornhill, agent to the Portuguese Government. I presented
this order to the Portuguese consul to ask him if he would grant me a
few pounds, and I would leave the order with him, and he could forward
it to the agents in London. He said he could not do anything of that
kind, but that, owing to my good conduct in the Portuguese service,
during the period I was in it, and seeing what I had on my dress coat
(which was the united order of the Tower and Sword), he gave me five
pounds, saying it was a gift from his own private purse. I was extremely
thankful to him, and I retired from his apartment. In going through the
hall, where there were a few gentlemen reading the newspapers, one of
them asked me if I would please to stop; he asked me what regiment in
the service I belonged to; I answered I formerly belonged to the
ninety-fifth rifles; he asked me if I was in any engagements with them;
I said I was in Holland under Sir Thomas Graham, and also General Adams
at the battle of Waterloo. He said he knew them, and asked me several
questions, which I answered. He asked me where I had gained the order of
the United Sword, and I told him in the Portuguese service. He said he
knew Portugal well, and added, “I am aware all you have told me is quite
correct; I have been a colonel in the British army under Wellington;” he
was satisfied, and asked me if I was going to London, I said, “Yes,
sir.” He then gave me a letter of introduction to a gentleman in London.
A good few gentlemen in the hall stopped reading their papers and
gathered round me to hear what I had to say. The gentleman said to me,
“Here is a trifle for you, to help you on to London,” and gave me a
pound, and the rest of the company made me up four pounds more. I was
very thankful to them all, and so I came out in flying colours, being a
pound richer than when I first started.

I now proceeded on my way to London. When I came into Newbury, in
Berkshire, I met with a recruiting party, beating up for recruits. The
sergeant saw me going through the town, and called out to me to stop; he
asked me what services I had been in; I told him I had been in Portugal
of late, in the Queen’s service; and that I had formerly belonged to the
95th Rifles. He observed the medal on me, and asked me what brigade I
belonged to; I told him the first brigade and second division, commanded
by General Sir Frederick Adams. He then asked me if I knew what
regiments belonged to the brigade; I told him the 52nd Light Infantry,
the 71st Scotch, and the Rifles. He said, “I was in the 71st in the
battle of Waterloo.” I observed the medal on his coat. I stopped with
him two days; it did not cost me a farthing unless I wished. The
sergeant was very partial to me, and wished me to enlist, but I did not
comply with his wishes. During the two days I was with him and his
recruiting party, he got me to go round the town with a drawn sword over
my shoulder. When he pulled up at a tavern, and when the young men of
the town would assemble round, he used to tell the inhabitants, pointing
to me at the time, that I had been in the service and made an
independency. I was the cause of picking up double the number of
recruits that he could have got in any other way. I used to gammon the
young countrymen they were all going to be made officers and gentlemen
of, and they believed me. When I was about making my exit the third
morning, he very kindly shook hands with me, and pressed me very hard to
stay with him. “As you know a great many officers in the Portuguese
service, I can recommend you to gentleman, a squire who lives about
three miles from town.” I should come to a gate leading to a park where
the squire resided; so I walked boldly up through the park and up to the
front door and rang the bell; a servant came out to ask me what I
wanted, and I told him I wished to see the squire. When the squire came
he asked me what I wanted with him; I said I knew the squire’s brother
in Portugal (Colonel Bacon, colonel in the Lancers). He looked at me
very hard, and asked me a great many questions respecting him; also if I
had been in any engagements along with him at any time. I told him I had
been in two general engagements in one brigade with him. He asked me
what engagements they were, and I satisfied him. He then enquired if I
knew the colonel personally; I said I did, having often had conversation
with him about Great Britain. He next asked me if I knew anything that
took place at Velonga, and what it was. I informed him that we had
liberty to plunder the town for two hours after we had taken it; and
that I went into a gentleman’s apartment in the township of Velonga,
where I found the colonel, who said to me, “Soldier, what brings you
here?” I answered, “My legs, Sir. I have come on the same errand as
yourself.” “What is that?” he enquired. I told him it was to fill my
pockets or haversack with whatever I could lay hold of. He said, “I did
not ask you for that; but I wish to know what you have come after.”
“Anything I can lay my hands on,” I replied, “But I am afraid, colonel,
there is very little to be got in this room, for I believe you have got
it all.” I went into another room as quick as I could, and picked up a
very valuable article--a golden crucifix. The colonel coming into the
room, I said, “I do not know, colonel, what you got in the other room,
but look here what I have got!” So I held out my hand to show him my
prize. He was going to take hold of it with his delicate thumb; but I
cried out in Portuguese “_Parer Poed!_” that is in English, “Stop a
bit.” After that we both hunted about the room, and then went into two
or three more. I got pretty well enough to satisfy myself.

The squire was delighted to think I could give such an excellent
account, and made me a present of five pounds. He then rang the bell,
and the servant came up, whom he ordered to take me down and give me
some refreshment. Afterwards I proceeded on my journey to London.

I met with nothing worthy of mention until I reached London. I found the
gentleman out to whom the colonel, in Bristol, had recommended me. I was
very well treated by him, and highly recommended by several gentlemen
who had relations in the service I had been engaged in; and they were
pleased to see me. I got a card of a gentleman’s address (Mr. Thomas
Shaw, 16 Woburn Place, Russell-square.) I went to his house, and found
him at his office; as I was going up the steps he observed me from the
window making an advance towards the office. When I knocked at the door
he desired me to come in, and asked me my business. I told him I had
been in Portugal with a brother of his, who ranked as Captain Charles
Shaw, Captain of the Light Company, of the British battalion under
Colonel Hodges; and that I had been corporal in his company for more
than two years. In answer to his inquiry I told him my name was Thomas
Knight. “Corporal Knight!” said he, looking at me very hard, and asking
me a great many questions, which I answered. I mentioned that I had been
out with his brother in the Portuguese service; the first time I met him
was on board the ship going to Spithead. Mr. Shaw asked me if I would
drink a glass of wine; and he ordered the man to bring up a bottle out
of the cellar; he poured out a glass, and I drank to his health and to
that of the gentlemen in company with him, and also to his absent
brother, Brigadier-General Shaw, whom I had left in Portugal. He
replied, “Bravo, Corporal!”

After some little time elapsed, Mr. Shaw brought me to the map he had in
the office, and asked me if I understood it, I replied that I did. He
then pointed his finger to a certain place on the map, and asked me if I
knew its name. I answered that, it was a street called Rue Tendemoza. He
pointed to another part of the map and asked if I knew what that was. I
told him that was the convent of St. Lazarus. I then informed him I had
brought his brother out of the field, when he was wounded, in three
different engagements; and that the last wound he received to my
knowledge was at Bomfine, on the 18th August 1832, where I saw him
wounded by shot, in both calves of his legs. We held no farther
conversation about him, as it was only on my own affairs. I told him I
had been very severely wounded myself, and the captain wished me (if I
felt inclined) to remain in the country until it was all over. We used
to meet together in Oporto, and often have a chat together--he with
crutches and me with a walking-stick to help me along; and that I was
unfit for service, being very stiff-kneed. He asked me if I was anything
of a scholar, I replied I was. He then said “I have thought of getting
up some work to enable you to live during your old age.” He then handed
me some sheets of foolscap paper and told me to write an account of my
adventures.

He remarked that it would take too long for me to write it, and that he
would instruct his clerk to write the account for me after office hours;
so after a short time I went to the clerk (who was a short-hand writer),
for eight or ten evenings for about three hours each evening, in a
private apartment. After that period Mr. Shaw made me a present of five
pounds, recommending me not to get tipsy, as he said soldiers were very
apt to do so. I thanked him for his kindness, and assured him that I
would profit by his good advice.

When I had completed my history he had 750 copies printed, which I sold
about London; and now, many years after, I have again had recourse to
this method of earning a trifle to support myself, for at the present
time my wants are not many, my means are equally small, and now that I
am so old, being 73 years, I am quite unable to do any kind of work, and
in closing this narrative must ask my kind readers not to criticise too
closely my little book, for my hand is not so steady nor my head so
clear as they were when I stood in the ranks, in the never to be
forgotten battle of Waterloo!

In conclusion, I hope this account of my life and adventures may prove
interesting to my readers, and that they may have the gratification of
feeling that in buying my little book, they have contributed their mite
towards smoothing the rough path of life of the declining days of one of
the few still surviving veterans who fought for their country under
Wellington.

  THOMAS KNIGHT.

[Illustration]


R. Bell, Printer, 97 Little Collins Street East, Melbourne.




      *      *      *      *      *      *




Transcriber’s note:

Page 4, “friends I had been living him,” changed to read “friends I had
been living with,” as in the 1867 printing of this book.

Obvious printer errors corrected silently.

Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.]