On Lord Wellington finding that the
French intended to alter their route, and so escape
this formidable height, he retreated towards Lisbon
himself, passing Coimbra, at which place the Portuguese
took some thousands of the French sick and wounded,
together with some few effective troops, who had been
left to protect the hospital. From Coimbra we
proceeded farther south, having again to cross the
Mondego, which we did in the latter end of September,
reaching Leiria on the 2nd of October.
On the march we passed a nunnery,
where we halted for about a quarter of an hour.
A great many of the nuns were crowding the balconies
to watch us, and as the French were following us up
pretty close, the colonel ordered the doors to be
broken open by a body of grenadiers, which was soon
done, myself being among the number told off for the
purpose. This was not carried out, however, without
an accident, for one of the women meanwhile fell from
a balcony, owing to the crowded state in which they
were packed on it. The poor women seemed very
glad to get their liberty, for they came out as thick
as a flock of sheep, and a great many of them soon
passed us bound for Lisbon, being fearful of consequences
if they took any other direction: as the French
were after us so near as to skirmish with our rear-guard,
which chiefly consisted of cavalry.
Lord Wellington had indeed issued
a proclamation ordering all the inhabitants to fall
back on the approach of the enemy, and destroy any
articles that they might possess and were not able
to carry with them, that were at all likely to be
of any use to the enemy; and so thousands of the population
of the country that seemed about to fall within the
bounds of the enemy’s marches were to be seen
flying from their dwellings, and our army during its
retreat was accompanied by crowds of miserable men,
women, and children, all eager to reach the capital,
as they knew that if they fell in with the French,
they would be treated as some had been before, with
all the barbarities of an atrocious enemy. I
have often heard talk of “moving” in England,
and have seen a cart or wagon with a man driving a
load of furniture, at the rate of three miles an hour,
with a woman and perhaps several children sitting
on the top, or at the back; but I never before or
since saw such a wholesale move as this was, for every
one seemed anxious to carry as many of his effects
as he could find room for. The farther we proceeded
the more confused our retreat appeared, for multitudes
were obliged to rest weary and exhausted by the roadside,
and often, though made eager in their endeavours as
they heard of the enemy’s approach to again
renew their tedious journey, were found dying or even
dead from their hard exertions, and the road was everywhere
strewn with pieces of all kinds of furniture, which
the poor fugitives had vainly attempted to get forward.
From Leiria we went on further to
Torres Vedras, which we gained after a long, tedious,
and impressive march; and there we took up our position
at some fine breastworks which Lord Wellington had
for some time previous ordered to be thrown up by
the Portuguese peasantry in case of the retreat of
our army. Now we found how much we needed them,
for on the 10th of October the French came in sight
of our strong position, where we had drawn up, determined
that they should not proceed one step farther towards
Lisbon.
Massena was rather surprised at our
strength, which was quite unexpected by him.
He had thought of driving the English into the sea,
but he now found his mistake, so encamped about a mile
and a half from our position.
On the 14th, however, he attacked
our lines near Sobral, but was repulsed; and on another
occasion a slight skirmish took place on the right
of the line, in which the French general, St. Croix,
was killed by the fire from our gunboats; but on account
of our strong position, the French did not come to
a general engagement.
The cold and rainy weather having
now set in, Lord Wellington had provided as well as
possible for the best reception of his troops, who
were mostly now in cantonments, whilst those of Massena’s
army were subject to hardships of the worst description,
owing to the cold, wet, and above all insufficient
food and raiment, for they were far away from all
supplies from their own country, and there were guérillas
or mountain rebels always on the watch to intercept
such as were sent, while our army was so near Lisbon
that it could always get abundance. Our regiment
was situated in a village called Patamara, in the
front of our works, where we lay as comfortably as
if we had been living in peaceful times; though we
were so near the enemy that we very often wandered
into the same vineyards, and exchanged compliments
by shaking hands.
We were cantoned in a large cellar,
but it was unfortunately empty, or at least there
was no wine in it, and though there was a quantity
of wheat in a vat, we had no need of that, as we had
plenty of our own supplies. The owner of our
cellar generally visited us every day, and we could
not help thinking after a time that he seemed to take
particular notice of a large box or bin that two of
our men were using to sleep in, so we moved it one
morning, and found that the ground underneath had
been disturbed. Of course we thought that there
must be some treasure concealed there, so we went
to work with our bayonets, having no other tools at
hand, and soon we came across a large jar, which we
found contained bags of dollars, about two hundred
and fifty in each bag; which treasure we distributed
privately among the cellar company, carefully breaking
the jar and returning the earth to its proper place,
with the chest on the top of it, so that a minute eye
could not have told that it had been disturbed.
Next morning as usual the owner came,
bringing with him two labourers, who set to work filling
the chest with wheat from the vat, evidently with
the intention of making it weighty, he little suspecting
that his treasure, which he supposed was underneath,
had been divided amongst his tenants. After that
we thought we were pretty right from detection, but
we were mistaken, for in the morning our restless owner
again made his appearance with the two labourers.
I should think that that night he must have dreamt
of our manoeuvre, for he now shifted the wheat back
again into its place, moved the chest, and raised the
earth and the broken jar, but found the bird had flown.
I shall never forget the rage the man was in.
I thought he would have torn the hair off his head;
in fact, he did tear some up by the roots, but he must
have found that a poor way of showing his spite.
He cried, “Ladrone! Ladrone!”
which was his way of expressing “Thief!
Thief!” but finding that we did not take much
notice of him, he reported his loss to the colonel,
or rather went off to him with that intention; but
as the colonel did not understand his language, I
was sent for, as by that time I was pretty well acquainted
with it; and on my replying to the question as to
what the Portuguese wanted, that he required a corporal
and three privates to guard a stack of wood, the colonel
told me to let him know that he had nothing to do
with it. I told the Portuguese that it was no
use his making a noise about the money, as it must
have been only a little change that he could not conveniently
recover, unless he could bring proper witnesses to
prove he had put the money there.
That only appeased him for the night,
however, for he came bothering the colonel again next
morning. The colonel again sent for me and asked
me what on earth this man wanted now, so I was then
obliged to admit the truth. I asked him if he
would forgive me for telling him an untruth overnight,
and on his consenting, I told him the Portuguese had
lost a quantity of money, which he put down at seven
thousand dollars. The Portuguese’s answer
to the question who had placed the money there was
that he had himself, but he could bring no witnesses
to show that he had really done it, so the colonel
said he could have nothing to do with the affair.
However, the following morning the plague again appeared,
so the colonel to quiet him told him that the grenadiers
had some prize money which was expected in a few days,
and which he should receive in lieu of what he had
lost, which sent the old man off seemingly as satisfied
as if he had already got the money in his possession,
shaking hands with us all round, and bowing and scraping
as if we had been so many kings.
The matter did not altogether rest
here, however, for the colonel suspecting that we
were implicated, next day we were ordered as if for
marching, just as if we were going to leave the place
that very day, but the men being quite up to that
trick, knowing that the French were still in front,
concealed their shares of the money in and around
the cellar. I remember well the manner in which
my own and one of my fellow-comrades’ shares
were hidden: there was a heap of pumpkins in
the cellar, and in one of these we enclosed our money,
cutting a piece out of it of sufficient size to admit
the dollars, and after closing it up with the top
of the original piece, mixing it again with the remainder
of the heap. The company was then marched out
into a field, and all our knapsacks and pockets were
searched, but even the little money that some must
have had before was missing.
The colonel did not mind being baffled
so much as the major did, who told the colonel that
if he left it in his hands he would endeavour to find
the money, to which the colonel replied that he was
just the man the Portuguese wanted. The manner
in which this cunning major went to work might have
succeeded with men less artful than he found us to
be, but every one in the cellar had part in it, so
it was to the interest of all to keep the affair secret,
and not only that, but every man’s share in
the prize happened to amount to more than the sum which
the major offered to any one who would reveal it.
He came to one of the sergeants of the grenadiers
and told him to pick out ten of the men who would
be most likely to inform, but instead of doing so,
I think the sergeant must have chosen the ten worst
rogues in the company. These were then all marched
off to the major’s quarters, and had in one
by one to see him, as he sat with five guineas lying
on his table, which he offered to the first who should
reveal the mystery: but finding, after he had
interviewed about three of them, that he was being
duped, for they all told the same tale, that was that
they knew nothing about the money, he was so enraged
that he told them all to go about their business,
saying that they were all a set of thieves, and next
time he saw the colonel he had to own, much to the
amusement both of the latter and of the whole regiment,
that he had been beaten in his knowing undertaking.
Massena remained a little more than
a month in his position in front of Torres Vedras,
when, owing to want of food and ammunition, he was
compelled to retrace his steps, not being able to get
supplies through Spain, as the guérillas who
were the most warlike and independent race of the
Spaniards, being chiefly offenders who had escaped
to the mountains and there formed themselves into
one strong body amounting to some thousands were
always on the watch for any supplies that they might
catch hold of, more especially from the enemy, and
appropriate to their own use. Much credit is
due to Lord Wellington for thus drawing the enemy
to a place such as Torres Vedras, where they could
get no supplies, and further, could gain no advantage,
but on the other hand must have lost some thousands
through want, cold and wet.
From Torres Vedras Massena’s
army proceeded to Santarem, about ten leagues from
Torres Vedras, and there took up his position on the
Tagus, whence foraging parties were sent out to scour
the country for provisions, who committed horrible
excesses on the inhabitants, carrying away their cattle,
or any provisions they could lay their hands on.
It was this that chiefly infuriated the inhabitants
against the French, and caused them to retaliate on
any of their stragglers or wounded whom they came
across butchering and using them in a most awful manner;
and even then, after all this work, this method of
gathering provisions for so large an army as Massena’s
was soon exhausted.
When the French had retreated from
Torres Vedras, Lord Wellington left some troops in
charge of his lines there, and followed to Santarem,
but no general battle took place, only small engagements.
The enemy seemed pretty firm to their ground, so Lord
Wellington moved his army into cantonments again.
Our detachment was lying some distance from Santarem
on the Tagus; the actual name of the place is blotted
from my memory by lapse of years.
It was rather curious that while there
we received our South American prize money; money
taken from the very people we were now allied with,
so that a great part of it was spent amongst them again.
Each private received eight dollars, and I believe
the serjeants sixteen.
The Lisbon traders must have got scent
of this, for a quantity of boats laden with little
requisites and luxuries ascended the river from Lisbon
to trade amongst the soldiers, and so we were soon
enabled to rid ourselves of our little spare cash.
Our colonel was very considerate to these people,
and being determined as far as possible to prevent
all plunder, had their boats or stalls guarded by sentries.
This, however, did not altogether hinder some of the
more daring from getting things on the cheap now and
then, but they were so trifling that they are hardly
worthy of mention.