The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 180 pages of information about The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales.

The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 180 pages of information about The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales.

“Hullo, Reynell!” says the general.  “This begins to look like business.  What do you make of it?”

They both cantered their horses forward, and Adams tore open the dispatch which the messenger handed to him.  The wrapper had not touched the ground before he turned, waving the letter over his head as if it had been a sabre.

“Dismiss!” he cried.  “General parade and march in half-an-hour.”

Then in an instant all was buzz and bustle, and the news on every lip.  Napoleon had crossed the frontier the day before, had pushed the Prussians before him, and was already deep in the country to the east of us with a hundred and fifty thousand men.  Away we scuttled to gather our things together and have our breakfast, and in an hour we had marched off and left Ath and the Dender behind us for ever.  There was good need for haste, for the Prussians had sent no news to Wellington of what was doing, and though he had rushed from Brussels at the first whisper of it, like a good old mastiff from its kennel, it was hard to see how he could come up in time to help the Prussians.

It was a bright warm morning, and as the brigade tramped down the broad Belgian road the dust rolled up from it like the smoke of a battery.  I tell you that we blessed the man that planted the poplars along the sides, for their shadow was better than drink to us.  Over across the fields, both to the right and the left, were other roads, one quite close, and the other a mile or more from us.  A column of infantry was marching down the near one, and it was a fair race between us, for we were each walking for all we were worth.  There was such a wreath of dust round them that we could only see the gun-barrels and the bearskins breaking out here and there, with the head and shoulders of a mounted officer coming out above the cloud, and the flutter of the colours.  It was a brigade of the Guards, but we could not tell which, for we had two of them with us in the campaign.  On the far road there was also dust and to spare, but through it there flashed every now and then a long twinkle of brightness, like a hundred silver beads threaded in a line; and the breeze brought down such a snarling, clanging, clashing kind of music as I had never listened to.  If I had been left to myself it would have been long before I knew what it was; but our corporals and sergeants were all old soldiers, and I had one trudging along with his halbert at my elbow, who was full of precept and advice.

“That’s heavy horse,” said he.  “You see that double twinkle?  That means they have helmet as well as cuirass.  It’s the Royals, or the Enniskillens, or the Household.  You can hear their cymbals and kettles.  The French heavies are too good for us.  They have ten to our one, and good men too.  You’ve got to shoot at their faces or else at their horses.  Mind you that when you see them coming, or else you’ll find a four-foot sword stuck through your liver to teach you better.  Hark!  Hark!  Hark!  There’s the old music again!”

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