Journal Of a Regimental Officer During The Recent Campaign In Portugal And Spain Under Lord Viscount Wellington.
By Peter Hawker
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Hawker entered into the fray in late 1808 and joined the Peninsular army just before Wellington took over command, the first part of his journal focuses on the sights and scenery in and around Lisbon as he takes the role of a tourist. He describes the beautiful yet un-healthy city, its churches and the destruction left by the occupying French before he moves with the army northward. He is none too pleased with the towns and villages that he enters filled as they are with vermin, fleas and lice. He and his squadron take part in the forcing passage of the Douro and engage in a successful but reckless charge against an entire brigade.
Having ejected Soult and his French divisions in some disarray from Portugal, Hawker and his comrades pass into Spain, he masterfully describes the magnificent scenery, and although the villages are less mean and better kept the civilians are only happy whilst the British army advances. He gives a good account of the battle of Talavera in which he took a full part and was seriously wounded, and is not backward in apportioning blame to some of the Spanish soldiers who ran away without being seriously attacked.
After the battle due to some serious miscommunication between Wellington and Cuesta, Hawker is left behind with the wounded and is forced to make his epic journey back to British lines with only his wits and his servant with him, his hip broken and a bullet lodged in his back.
Author – Peter Hawker – (1786-1853)
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Journal Of a Regimental Officer During The Recent Campaign In Portugal And Spain Under Lord Viscount Wellington. - Peter Hawker
JOURNAL
OF A
REGIMENTAL OFFICER
DURING
THE RECENT CAMPAIGN
IN
PORTUGAL AND SPAIN
UNDER
LORD VISCOUNT WELLINGTON.,
Including
CORRECT PLAN OF THE BATTLE OF TALAVERA.
"----quantus equis, quantus edest viris
Sudor!" Horace
This edition is published by PICKLE PARTNERS PUBLISHING
Text originally published in 1810 under the same title.
© Pickle Partners Publishing 2011, all rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted by any means, electrical, mechanical or otherwise without the written permission of the copyright holder.
Publisher’s Note
Although in most cases we have retained the Author’s original spelling and grammar to authentically reproduce the work of the Author and the original intent of such material, some additional notes and clarifications have been added for the modern reader’s benefit.
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THE contents of the following pages (never intended for the public eye) were hastily noted down amidst the scenes attempted to be delineated; and the author's sufferings from a wound have precluded him the possibility of afterwards correcting them.
This candid statement will, it is hoped, plead for inaccuracies and frivolous incidents; and those persons who are most able to criticise will no doubt have the liberality to consider the disadvantages under which this narrative makes its appearance.
•••The intervening dates omitted throughout the Journal are those only on which there occurred neither change of place nor circumstances.
ERRATA.{1}
Page 4, line 3, for were read are
Page 20, line 2, for vintins read vintims.
Page 28, line 20, for buildings read Burlings.
Page 32, line 2, dele the word and after generals.
Page 44, line 6, for Ingelses read Ingleses.
Page 58, line 15, dele the word of before the passage.
Page 81, line 12, for Astrello read Estrella.
Page 88, line 15, for but read and
JOURNAL OF AN OFFICER, &c. &,c.
1808. November 19.—Left town to join my regiment, which was on the march for Falmouth, and ordered to halt at Exeter and adjacent places. On the 21st arrived at Tiverton, the station of my squadron; where it remained till the 29th, when, agreeably to a route received the preceding evening, we marched as follows:—The above day to Crediton; 30th, to Oakhampton; December the 1st, to Launceston 24, to Bodmin; 3d, to Truro; and on the 4th arrived at Falmouth, and immediately commenced embarkation from the quay. We were soon on board, and sailed out to the middle of the harbour, to remain at anchor till further orders. The transport (a ci-devant collier{2}) in which it was my lot to be stowed, was about the dirtiest in the fleet, from the slovenly and drunken habits of her master, who, to do him justice, I think approached nearer to the ursine breed than any of his floating fraternity. With this edifying messmate I remained till the 15th; Then, at seven A.M., a signal for sailing was hoisted; and at twelve the whole fleet got under weigh with a fair wind. After clearing land, the Commodore made signal that the empty ships attached to our convoy were bound for Vigo, and we for the Tagus. This was the first official intelligence we received of our destination.
17th.—Entered the Bay of Biscay, going at the rate of nine knots an hour.
19th.—Towards five P. M. we had to weather a very severe gale, accompanied with showers of hail, which drove us violently, and considerably damaged, our rigging. Towards dusk it rather abated. From the darkness and repeated squalls, during the night we host our convoy. We, however, regained it early in the morning,
20th.—About four P. M. made the Burlings (a cluster of small islands about forty miles from the Rock of Lisbon); when signal was made for lying to. We there continued beating about till next morning. It blew very hard, attended with an extremely high sea, which made the ship labour go much that it was impossible to stand, or even lie in our births without danger of gets ting our heads broke. We were rolled from side to side with the greatest violence, and without a moment’s intermission. This, together with the continual creaking of the ship, the stifled state we were in by having our dead-lights up and being without air, added to the effluvia and suffocation of a smoking chimney, kept us the whole night in the very essence of misery.
21st.—At six A. M. we got under sail, and at twelve came in full view of the Rock of Lisbon. The villages interspersed on the sides of this grand promontory, with the serrated summits of the rocks, many of which are crowned with churches and towers, form a novel and truly interesting scene. About two we entered the Tagus, with a steady breeze; and having passed the Fort and Castle of St. Julian, the City of Lisbon opened to our view in all its splendour. The day being remarkably fine heightened the beauties of the scene, while the British fleet in the fore-ground gave a finish to the picture. At five came to anchor about half a mile from the town, where we waited for orders.
24th.—At half past four in the afternoon we began to disembark, and it was dusk before we marched off. We proceeded to Belem, a suburb of Lisbon four miles from the Quay.
When we arrived there it was quite dark. The confusion and scramble that ensued in the streets for forage and provision, where neither English nor Portuguese could understand each other, may be easily conceived. The men went to the barracks at this place, and the officers were served with billets on private houses; but some days elapsed before we could find out the Dons on whom our company was to be inflicted. In the interim, we were forced to lay down where we could, many officers taking up their quarters under their horses.
This being Christmas eve, I went at midnight to visit the convent of St. Jeronimo. Although no advocate for the pomp and ostentation of popish ceremonials, the service was performed with so much solemnity that it was impossible entirely to withhold admiration. The organ was peculiarly fine, and in very good hands: the friar who played it evinced the greatest skill in his performance of the anthems. The architecture of the convent is considered a master-piece of the kind; but being night, my view was confined to the interior decorations.
28th.—Went to the play at Lisbon. The theatre is in every respect inferior to those of our own metropolis. The entertainments of the evening consisted of a comedy, which was performed with a great deal of low buffoonery, followed by a