 CHAPTER 7 THE CORRIMURE PEEL TOWER Well it would weary me, and I am very sure that it would weary you also, if I were to attempt to tell you how life went with us after this man came under our roof, or the way in which he gradually came to win the affections of every one of us. With the women it was quick work enough, but soon he had thawed my father too, which was no such easy matter, and had gained Jim Horstcroft's goodwill as well as my own. Indeed we were but two great boys beside him, for he had been everywhere and seen everything, and of an evening he would chatter away in his limping English until he took us clean from the plain kitchen and the little farm-steading, to plunge us into courts and camps and battlefields, and all the wonders of the world. Horstcroft had been sulky enough with him at first, but Delap, with his tact and his easy ways, soon drew him round, until he had quite won his heart, and Jim would sit with Cousin Edie's hand in his, and the two be quite lost in listening to all that he had to tell us. I will not tell you all this, but even now, after so long an interval, I can trace how week by week and month by month, by this word and that deed, he moulded us all as he wished. One of his first acts was to give my father the boat in which he had come, reserving only the right to have it back in case he should have need of it. The herring were down on the coast that autumn, and my uncle before he died had given us a fine set of nets, so the gift was worth many a pound to us. Sometimes Delap would go out in the boat alone, and I have seen him for a whole summer day rowing slowly along, and stopping every half-dozen strokes to throw over a stone at the end of a string. I could not think what he was doing until he told me of his own free will. I am fond of studying all that has to do with the military, said he, and I never lose a chance. I was wondering if it would be a difficult matter for the commander of an army corps to throw his men ashore here. If the wind were not from the east, said I. Ah, quite so, if the wind were not from the east. Have you taken soundings here? No. Your line of battleships would have to lie outside, but there is water enough for a forty-gun frigate right up within musket range. Form your boats with Tirayur, deploy them behind these sand-hills, then back with the launches for more, and a stream of grape over their heads from the frigates. It could be done. It could be done. His moustaches bristled out more like a cat's than ever, and I could see by the flash of his eyes that he was carried away by his dream. You forget that our soldiers would be upon the beach, said I, indignantly. Ta-ta-ta, he cried, of course, it takes two sides to make a battle. Let us see now, let us work it out. What could you get together, shall we say, twenty, thirty thousand, a few regiments of good troops, the rest, poof, conscripts, bourgeois with arms? How do you call them, volunteers? Brave men, I shouted. Oh, yes, very brave men, but imbecile. Ah, Montieux, it is incredible how imbecile they would be. Not they alone, I mean, but all young troops. They are so afraid of being afraid that they would take no precaution. Ah, I have seen it. In Spain I have seen a battalion of conscripts attack a battery of ten pieces. Up they went, ah, so gallantly, and presently the hillside looked from where I stood like. How do you say it in English? A raspberry tart. And where was our fine battalion of conscripts? Then another battalion of young troops tried it, all together in a rush, shouting and yelling. But what will shouting do against a metrail of grape? And there was our second battalion laid out on the hillside. And then the foot-sha-sir of the guard, old soldiers, were told to take the battery, and there was nothing fine about their advance, no column, no shouting, nobody killed, just a few scattered lines of tirayeur and peloton of support, but in ten minutes the guns were silenced and the Spanish gunners cut to pieces. War must be learned, my young friend, just the same as the farming of sheep. Poo said, I, not to be outcroed by a foreigner, if we had thirty thousand men on the line of the hill yonder, you would come to be very glad that you had your boats behind you. On the line of the hill, said he, with a flash of his eyes along the ridge, yes, if your man knew his business, he would have his left about your house, his centre on Corymure, and his right over near the doctor's house, with his tirayeur pushed out thickly in front. His horse, of course, would try to cut us up as we deployed on the beach. But once let us form and we should soon know what to do. Where's the weak point there at the gap? I would sweep it with my guns, then roll in my cavalry, push the infantry on in grand columns, and that wing would find itself up in the air. Ajak, where would your volunteers be? Close at the heels of your hindmost man, said I, and we both burst out into the hearty laugh with which such discussions usually ended. Sometimes when he talked I thought he was joking, and at other times it was not quite so easy to say. I well remember one evening that summer when he was sitting in the kitchen with my father, Jim and me, after the women had gone to bed. He began about Scotland and its relation to England. You used to have your own king and your own laws made at Edinburgh, said he. Does it not fill you with rage and despair when you think that it all comes to you from London now? Jim took his pipe out of his mouth. It was we who put our king over the English, so if there's any rage it should have been over Yonder, said he. This was clearly news to the stranger, and it silenced him for the moment. Well, but your laws are made down there, and surely that is not good, he said at last. No, it would be well to have a parliament back in Edinburgh, said my father, but I am kept so busy with the sheep that I have little enough time to think of such things. It is for fine young men like you two to think of it, said Dilap, when a country is injured it is to its young men that it looks to avenge it. Aye, the English take too much upon themselves sometimes, said Jim. Well, if there are many of that way of thinking about why should we not form them into battalions and march them upon London, cried Dilap. That would be a rare little picnic, said I, laughing, and who would lead us? He jumped up bowing with his hand on his heart in his queer fashion. If you will allow me to have the honour, he cried, and then seeing that we were all laughing he began to laugh also, but I am sure that there was really no thought of a joke in his mind. I could never make out what his age could be, nor could Jim Horstcroft either. Sometimes we thought that he was an oldish man that looked young, and at others that he was a youngish man who looked old. His brown, stiff, close-cropped hair needed no cropping at the top, where it thinned away to a shining curve. His skin too was intersected by a thousand fine wrinkles, lacing and interlacing, and was all burned as I have already said by the sun. Yet he was as light as a boy and he was as tough as whalebone, walking all day over the hills or rowing on the sea without turning a hair. On the whole we thought that he might be about forty or forty-five, though it was hard to see how he could have seen so much of life in the time. But one day we got talking of ages, and then he surprised us. I had been saying that I was just twenty and Jim said that he was twenty-seven. Then I am the most old of the three, said Delap. We laughed at this, for by our reckoning he might almost have been our father. But not by so much, said he, arching his brows, I was nine and twenty in December. And it was this even more than his talk which made us understand what an extraordinary life it must have been that he had led. He saw our astonishment and laughed at it. I have lived, I have lived, he cried, I have spent my days and my nights. I led a company in a battle where five nations were engaged when I was but fourteen. I made a king turn pale at the words I whispered in his ear when I was twenty. I had a hand in remaking a kingdom and putting a fresh king upon a great throne, the very year that I came of age. Mon Dieu, I have lived my life. That was the most that I ever heard him confess of his past life, and he only shook his head and laughed when we tried to get something more out of him. There were times when we thought that he was but a clever imposter, for what could a man of such influence and talents be loitering here in Berkshire for? But one day there came an incident which showed us that he had indeed a history in the past. You will remember that there was an old officer of the peninsula who lived no great way from us, the same who danced round the bonfire with his sister and the two maids. He had gone up to London on some business about his pension and his wound money and the chance of having some work given him, so that he did not come back until late in the autumn. One of the first days after his return he came down to see us, and there for the first time he clapped eyes upon Delap. Never in my life did I look upon so astonished a face, and he stared at our friend for a long minute without so much as a word. Delap looked back at him equally hard, but there was no recognition in his eyes. I do not know who you are, sir, he said at last, but you look at me as if you had seen me before. So I have answered the major, never to my knowledge. But I'll swear it. Where then? At the village of Astorga in the year eight. Delap started and stared again at our neighbour. Mon Dieu, what a chance! he cried, and you were the English parlementaire? I remember you very well indeed, sir. Let me have a whisper in your ear. He took him aside and talked very earnestly with him in French for a quarter of an hour, gesticulating with his hands and explaining something, while the major nodded his old grizzled head from time to time. At last they seemed to come to some agreement, and I heard the major say, paro la honneur, several times, and afterwards, fortune de la guerre, which I could very well understand for they gave you a fine upbringing at Burt whistles. But after that I always noticed that the major never used the same free fashion of speech that we did towards our lodger, but bowed when he addressed him and treated him with a wonderful deal of respect. I asked the major more than once what he knew about him, but he always put it off and I could get no answer out of him. Jim Horstcroft was at home all that summer, but late in the autumn he went back to Edinburgh again for the winter session, and as he intended to work very hard and get his degree next spring if he could, he said that he would bide up there for the Christmas. So there was a great leave-taking between him and Cousin Edie, and he was to put up his plate and to marry her as soon as he had the right to practice. I never knew a man love a woman more fondly than he did her, and she liked him well enough in a way, for indeed in the whole of Scotland she would not find a finer looking man. But when it came to marriage I think she winced a little at the thought that all her wonderful dreams should end in nothing more than in being the wife of a country surgeon. Still there was only me and Jim to choose out of, and she took the best of us. Of course there was Dilap also, but we always felt that he was of an altogether different class to us, and so he didn't count. I was never very sure at that time whether Edie cared for him or not. When Jim was at home they took little notice of each other. After he was gone they were thrown more together, which was natural enough as he had taken up so much of her time before. Once or twice she spoke to me about Dilap as though she did not like him, and yet she was uneasy if he were not in in the evening, and there was no one so fond of his talk or with so many questions to ask him as she. She made him describe what queens wore and what sort of carpets they walked on and whether they had hairpins in their hair and how many feathers they had in their hats, until it was a wonder to me how he could find an answer to it all. And yet an answer he always had and was so ready and quick with his tongue and so anxious to amuse her that I wondered how it was that she did not like him better. Well, the summer and the autumn and the best part of the winter passed away, and we were still all very happy together. We got well into the year 1815, and the great emperor was still eating his heart out at Elba, and all the ambassadors were wrangling together at Vienna as to what they should do with the lion's skin now that they had so fairly hunted him down. And we in our little corner of Europe went on with our petty peaceful business looking after the sheep, attending the burrick cattle fairs, and chatting at night round the blazing peat fire. We never thought that what all these high and mighty people were doing could have any bearing upon us, and as to war why everybody was agreed that the great shadow was lifted from us forever, and that unless the allies quarreled among themselves there would not be a shot fired in Europe for another fifty years. There was one incident, however, that stands out very clearly in my memory. I think that it must have happened about the February of this year, and I will tell it to you before I go any further. You know what the border-peel castles are like, I have no doubt. They were just square heaps built every here and there along the line, so that the folk might have some place of protection against raiders and moss troopers. When Percy and his men were over the marches, then the people would drive some of their cattle into the yard of the tower, shut up the big gate, and light a fire in the brazier at the top, which would be answered by all the other peal towers, until the lights would go twinkling up to the Lamermure Hills, and so carry the news on to the Pentlands and to Edinburgh. But now, of course, all these old keeps were warped and crumbling, and made fine nesting places for the wild birds. Many a good egg have I had for my collection out of the Corymure Peel Tower. One day I had been a very long walk, a way over to leave a message at the laid-law Armstrong's, who lived two miles on this side of Aiton. About five o'clock, just before the sun set, I found myself on the Bray Path with the gable end of West Inch peeping up in front of me, and the old peal tower lying on my left. I turned my eyes on the keep, for it looked so fine with the flush of the level sun beating full upon it and the blue sea stretching out behind. And as I stared, I suddenly saw the face of a man twinkle for a moment in one of the holes in the wall. Well I stood and wondered over this, for what could anybody be doing in such a place now that it was too early for the nesting season. It was so queer that I was determined to come to the bottom of it, so tired as I was, I turned my shoulder on home and walked swiftly towards the tower. The grass stretches right up to the very base of the wall, and my feet made little noise until I reached the crumbling arch where the old gate used to be. I peeped through, and there was Bonaventure de Lap standing inside the keep and peeping out through the very hole at which I had seen his face. He was turned half away from me, and it was clear that he had not seen me at all, for he was staring with all his eyes over in the direction of West Inch. As I advanced my foot rattled the rubble that lay in the gateway, and he turned round with a start and faced me. He was not a man whom you could put out of countenance, and his face changed no more than if he had been expecting me there for twelve months, but there was something in his eyes which let me know that he would have paid a good price to have me back on the Bray Path again. Hello, said I, what are you doing here? I may ask you that, said he. I came up because I saw your face at the window. And I, because as you may well have observed, I have very much interest for all that has to do with the military, and of course castles are among them. You will excuse me for one moment, my dear Jack. And he stepped out suddenly through the hole in the wall so as to be out of my sight, but I was very much too curious to excuse him so easily. I shifted my ground swiftly to see what it was that he was after. He was standing outside and waving his hand frantically as in a signal. What are you doing, I cried, and then running out to his side I looked across the moors to see whom he was beckoning to. You go too far, sir, said he angrily. I didn't thought you would have gone so far. A gentleman has the freedom to act as he choose without your being the spy upon him. If we are to be friends you must not interfere in my affairs. I don't like these secret doings, said I, and my father would not like them either. Your father can speak for himself, and there is no secret, said he curtly. It is you with your imaginings that make a secret. Ta, ta, ta, I have no patience with such foolishness. And without so much as a nod he turned his back upon me and started walking swiftly to West Inch. Well I followed him and in the worst of tempers, for I had a feeling that there was some mischief in the wind, and yet I could not for the life of me think what it all meant. Again I found myself puzzling over the whole mystery of this man's coming and of his long residence among us. And whom could he have expected to meet at the Peel Tower? Was the fellow a spy, and was it some brother-spy who came to speak with him there? But that was absurd. What could there be to spy about in Burrickshire? And besides, Major Elliot knew all about him, and he would not show him such respect if there were anything amiss. I had just got as far as this in my thoughts when I heard a cheery hail, and there was the Major himself coming down the hill from his house, with his big bulldog bounder held in leash. This dog was a savage creature, and had caused more than one accident on the countryside. But the Major was very fond of it, and would never go out without it, though he kept it tied with a good thick thong of leather. Well just as I was looking at the Major, waiting for him to come up, he stumbled with his lame leg over a branch of gorse, and in recovering himself he let go his hold of the leash, and in an instant there was the beast of a dog flying down the hillside in my direction. I did not like it, I can tell you, for there was neither stick nor stone about, and I knew that the brute was dangerous. The Major was shrieking to it from behind, and I think that the creature thought that he was hallowing it on, so furiously did it rush. But I knew its name, and I thought that maybe that might give me the privileges of acquaintanceship, so as it came at me with bristling hair and its nose screwed back between its two red eyes, I cried out, Bounder, Bounder, at the pitch of my lungs. It had its effect, for the beast passed me with a snarl, and flew along the path on the traces of Bonaventure de Lap. He turned at the shouting, and seemed to take in the whole thing at a glance, but he strolled along as slowly as ever. My heart was in my mouth for him, for the dog had never seen him before, and I ran as fast as my feet would carry me to drag it away from him. But somehow, as it bounded up and saw the twittering finger and thumb which de Lap held out behind him, its fury died suddenly away, and we saw it wagging its thumb of a tail and clawing at his knee. Your dog then, Major, said he, as its owner came hobbling up? Ah, it is a fine beast, a fine pretty thing. The Major was blowing hard, for he had covered the ground nearly as fast as I. I was afraid lest he might have hurt you, he panted. Ta, ta, ta, cried de Lap, he is a pretty gentle thing. I always love the dogs, but I am glad that I have met you, Major, for here is this young gentleman to whom I owe very much, who has begun to think that I am a spy. Is it not so, Jack? I was so taken aback by his words that I could not lay my tongue to an answer, but colored up and looked to scans, like the awkward country lad that I was. You know me, Major, said de Lap, and I am sure that you will tell him that this could not be. No, no, Jack, certainly not, certainly not, cried the Major. Thank you, said de Lap, you know me and you do me justice. And yourself, I hope that your knee is better and that you will soon have your regiment given you. I am well enough, answered the Major, but they will never give me a place unless there is war, and there will be no more war in my time. Oh, you think that, said de Lap, with a smile. Well, Nouveuron, we shall see my friend. He whisked off his hat and, turning briskly, he walked off in the direction of West Inch. The Major stood looking after him with thoughtful eyes, and then asked me what it was that had made me think that he was a spy. When I told him, he said nothing, but he shook his head and looked like a man who was ill at ease in his mind. End of Chapter 7 CHAPTER 8 The Coming of the Cutter I never felt quite the same to our lodger after that little business at the Peel Castle. It was always in my mind that he was holding a secret from me, indeed that he was all a secret together, seeing that he always hung a veil over his past. And when by chance that veil was for an instant whisked away, we always caught just a glimpse of something bloody and violent and dreadful upon the other side. The very look of his body was terrible. I bathed with him once in the summer, and I saw then that he was haggled with wounds all over. Besides seven or eight scars and slashes, his ribs on one side were all twisted out of shape, and a part of one of his calves had been torn away. He laughed in his merry way when he saw my face of wonder. Cossacks, Cossacks said he running his hand over his scars, and the ribs were broke by an artillery tumble. It is very bad to have the guns pass over one. Now with cavalry it is nothing, a horse will pick it steps, however fast it may go. I have been ridden over by fifteen hundred cuirassiers and by the Russian hussars of Grodno, and I had no harm from that. But guns are very bad. And the calf I asked? Puf, it is only a wolf-bite, said he. You would not think how I came by it. You will understand that my horse and I had been struck, the horse killed, and I with my ribs broken by the tumble. Well it was cold, oh, bitter, bitter, the ground like iron, and no one to help the wounded so that they froze into such shapes as would make you smile. I too felt that I was freezing, so what did I do? I took my sword and I opened my dead horse so well as I could, and I made space in him for me to lie, with one little hole for my mouth. Sapristi it was warm enough there, but there was not room for the entire of me, so my feet and part of my legs stuck out. Then in the night when I slept there came the wolves to eat the horse, and they had a little pinch of me also, as you can see. But after that I was on guard with my pistols, and they had no more of me. There I lived very warm and nice for ten days. Ten days I cried, what did you eat? Why, I ate the horse. It was what you called bored and lodging to me. But of course I have sense to eat the legs and live in the body. There were many dead about who had all their water bottles, so I had all I could wish, and on the eleventh day there came a patrol of light cavalry, and all was well. It was by such chance chats as these, hardly worth repeating in themselves, that there came light upon himself and his past. But the day was coming when we should know all, and how it came I shall try now to tell you. The winter had been a dreary one, but with March came the first signs of spring, and for a week on end we had sunshine and winds from the south. On the seventh Jim Horscroft was to come back from Edinburgh, for though the session ended with the first, his examination would take him a week. Edie and I were out walking on the sea-beach on the sixth, and I could talk of nothing but my old friend, for indeed he was the only friend of my own age that I had at that time. Edie was very silent, which was a rare thing with her, but she listened smiling to all that I had to say. Poor old Jim, said she, once or twice under her breath. Poor old Jim. And if he has passed, said I, why then, of course, he will put up his plate and have his own house, and we shall be losing our Edie. I tried to make a jest of it and to speak lightly, but the words still stuck in my throat. Poor old Jim, said she again, and there were tears in her eyes as she said it. And poor old jock she added, slipping her hand into mine as we walked. You cared for me a little bit once also, didn't you, jock? Oh, is not that a sweet little ship out yonder? It was a dainty cutter of about thirty tons, very swift by the rake of her masts and the lines of her bow. She was coming up from the south under jib, forsel, and mainsail, but even as we watched her, all her white canvas shut suddenly in like a kitty-wake closing her wings, and we saw the splash of her anchor just under her bow-sprit. She may have been rather less than a quarter of a mile from the shore, so near that I could see a tall man with a peaked cap, who stood at the quarter with a telescope to his eye, sweeping it backwards and forwards along the coast. What can they want here, asked Edie. They are rich English from London, said I, for that was how he explained everything that was above our comprehension in the border counties. We stood for the best part of an hour watching the bonny craft, and then as the sun was lying low on a cloud bank and there was a nip in the evening air, we turned back to West Inch. As you come to the farmhouse from the front you pass up a garden with little enough in it, which leads out by a wicket gate to the road, the same gate at which we stood on the night when the beacons were lit, the night that we saw Walter Scott ride passed on his way to Edinburgh. On the right of this gate, on the garden side, was a bit of rockery which was said to have been made by my father's mother many years before. She had fashioned it out of water-worn stones and seashells, with mosses and ferns in the chinks. Well as we came in through the gates my eyes fell upon this stone heap, and there was a letter stuck in a cleft stick upon the top of it. I took a step forward to see what it was, but Edie sprang in front of me, and, plucking it off, she thrust it into her pocket. That's for me, said she, laughing. But I stood looking at her with a face which drove the laugh from her lips. Who is it from, Edie, I asked. She pouted, but made no answer. Who is it from, woman, I cried? Is it possible that you have been as false to Jim as you were to me? How rude you are, jock, she cried! I do wish that you would mind your own business. There is only one person that it could be from, I cried. It is from this man de Lap. And suppose that you are right, jock. The coolness of the woman amazed and enraged me. You confess it, I cried. Have you then no shame left? Why should I not receive letters from this gentleman? Because it is infamous. And why? Because he is a stranger. On the contrary, said she, he is my husband. I can remember that moment so well. I have heard from others that a great sudden blow has dulled their senses. It was not so with me. On the contrary, I saw and heard and thought more clearly than I had ever done before. I can remember that my eyes caught a little knob of marble as broad as my palm, which was embedded in one of the gray stones of the rockery, and I found time to admire its delicate mottling. And yet the look upon my face must have been strange, for cousin Edie screamed, and leaving me she ran off to the house. I followed her and tapped at the window of her room, for I could see that she was there. Go away, jock. Go away, she cried. You are going to scold me. I won't be scolded. I won't open the window. Go away. But I continued to tap. I must have a word with you. What is it then, she cried, raising the sash about three inches? The moment you begin to scold, I shall close it. Are you really married, Edie? Yes, I am married. Who married you? Father Brennan at the Roman Catholic Chapel at Burrick. And you a Presbyterian? He wished it to be in a Catholic church. When was it? On Wednesday, week. I remembered then that on that day she had driven over to Burrick while De Lap had been away on a long walk, as he said, among the hills. What about Jim, I asked? Oh, Jim will forgive me. You will break his heart and ruin his life. No, no, he will forgive me. He will murder De Lap. Oh, Edie, how could you bring such disgrace and misery upon us? Ah, now you are scolding, she cried, and down came the window. I waited some little time and tapped, for I had much still to ask her, but she would return no answer, and I thought that I could hear her sobbing. At last I gave it up, and I was about to go into the house, for it was nearly dark now, when I heard the click of the garden gate. It was De Lap himself. But as he came up the path he seemed to me to be either mad or drunk. He danced as he walked, cracked his fingers in the air, and his eyes blazed like two will of the wisps. Votigeur, he shouted, Votigeur de la garde, just as he had done when he was off his head, and then suddenly, en avant, en avant, and up he came, waving his walking cane over his head. He stopped short when he saw me looking at him, and I daresay he felt a bit ashamed of himself. Oh, la joque, he cried, I didn't thought anybody was there. I am in what you call the High Spirits, to-night. So it seems, said I, in my blunt fashion, you may not feel so merry when my friend Jim Horscroft comes back to-morrow. Ah, he comes back to-morrow, does he, and why should I not feel merry? Because if I know the man, he will kill you. Ta-ta-ta, cried De Lap, I see that you know of our marriage, Edie has told you. Jim may do what he likes. You have given us a nice return for having taken you in? My good fellow said he, I have, as you say, given you a very nice return. I have taken Edie from a life which is unworthy of her, and I have connected you by marriage with a noble family. However I have some letters which I must write to-night, and the rest we can talk over to-morrow when your friend Jim is here to help us. He stepped towards the door. And this was whom you were awaiting at the peal-tower I cried, seeing light suddenly. Why, joque, you are becoming quite sharp, said he in a mocking tone, and an instant later I heard the door of his room close and the key turn in the lock. I thought that I should see him no more that night, but a few minutes later he came into the kitchen where I was sitting with the old folk. Madame said he, bowing down with his hand over his heart in his own queer fashion, I have met with much kindness in your hands and it shall always be in my heart. I didn't thought I could have been so happy in the quiet country as you have made me. You will accept this small souvenir, and you also, sir, you will take this little gift which I have the honour to make to you. He put two little paper packets down upon the table at their elbows, and then with three more bows to my mother he walked from the room. Her present was a brooch, with a green stone set in the middle and a dozen little shining white ones all rounded. We had never seen such things before and did not know how to set a name to them, but they told us afterwards at Burrick that the big one was an emerald and the others were diamonds, and that they were worth much more than all the lambs we had that spring. My dear old mother has been gone now this many a year, but that bonny brooch sparkles at the neck of my eldest daughter when she goes out into company, and I never look at it that I do not see the keen eyes and the long thin nose and the cat's whiskers of our lodger at West Inch. As to my father he had a fine gold watch with a double case, and a proud man was he as he sat with it in the palm of his hand, his ear stooping to hearken to the tick. I do not know which was best pleased, and they would talk of nothing but what D'lap had given them. He's given you something more, said I at last. What then, Jock asked, Father? A husband for cousin Edie, said I. They thought I was daffing when I said that, but when they came to understand that it was the real truth they were as proud and as pleased as if I had told them that she had married the Laird. Indeed poor Jim, with his hard drinking and his fighting, had not a very bright name on the countryside, and my mother had often said that no good could come of such a match. Now D'lap was, for all we knew, steady and quiet and well to do. And as to the secrecy of it, secret marriages were very common in Scotland at that time when only a few words were needed to make man and wife, so nobody thought much of that. The old folk were as pleased then as if their rent had been lowered. But I was still sore at heart, for it seemed to me that my friend had been cruelly dealt with, and I knew well that he was not a man who would easily put up with it. END OF CHAPTER X I woke with a heavy heart the next morning, for I knew that Jim would be home before long, and that it would be a day of trouble. But how much trouble that day was to bring, or how far it would alter the lives of us, was more than I had ever thought in my darkest moments. But let me tell you it all just in the order that it happened. I had to get up early that morning, for it was just the first flush of the lambing, and my father and I were out on the moors as soon as it was fairly light. As I came out into the passage, a wind struck upon my face, and there was the house door wide open, and the gray light drawing another door upon the inner wall. And when I looked again there was Edie's room open also, and delapsed too, and I saw in a flash what that giving of presence meant upon the evening before. It was a leave-taking, and they were gone. My heart was bitter against cousin Edie as I stood looking into her room, to think that for the sake of a newcomer she could leave us all without one kindly word or as much as a handshake. And he too. I had been afraid of what would happen when Jim met him, but now there seemed to be something cowardly in this avoidance of him. I was angry and hurt and sore, and I went out into the open without a word to my father and climbed up onto the moors to cool my flushed face. When I got up to Corymure I caught my last glimpse of cousin Edie. The little cutter still lay where she had anchored, but a rowboat was pulling out to her from the shore. In the stern I saw a flutter of red, and I knew that it came from her shawl. I watched the boat reach the yacht and the folk climb onto her deck. Then the anchor came up, the white wings spread once more, and away she dipped right out to sea. I still saw that little red spot on the deck and delapsed standing beside her. They could see me also, for I was outlined against the sky, and they both waved their hands for a long time, but gave it up at last when they found that I would give them no answer. I stood with my arms folded, feeling as glum as ever I did in my life, until their cutter was only a square hickoring patch of white among the mists of the morning. It was breakfast time and the porridge upon the table before I got back, but I had no heart for the food. The old folk had taken the matter coolly enough, though my mother had no word too hard for E.D., for the two had never had much love for each other, and less of late than ever. There's a letter here from him, said my father, pointing to a note folded up on the table. It was in his room, maybe you would read it to us. They had not even opened it, for truth to tell, neither of the good folk were very clever at reading ink, though they could do well with a fine large print. It was addressed in big letters to The Good People of West Inch, and this was the note which lies before me all stained and faded as I write. My friends, I didn't thought to have left you so suddenly, but the matter was in other hands than mine. Duty and honour have called me back to my old comrades. This you will doubtless understand before many days are past. I take your E.D. with me as my wife, and it may be that in some more peaceful time you will see us again at West Inch. Meanwhile, accept the assurance of my affection, and believe me that I shall never forget the quiet months which I spent with you, at the time when my life would have been worth a week at the utmost had I been taken by the Allies. But the reason of this you may also learn some day. Yours Bonaventure de Lisac, colonel des vautigeurs de la camp, est aide de camp de S.M.I., l'empereur Napoléon. I whistled when I came to those words written under his name, for though I had long made up my mind that our lodger could be none other than one of those wonderful soldiers of whom we had heard so much, who had forced their way into every capital of Europe save only our own, still I had little thought that our roof covered Napoleon's own aid de camp and a colonel of his guard. So said I, de Lisac is his name and not de Lap. Well colonel or no, it is as well for him that he got away from here before Jim laid hands upon him. And time enough, too, I added, peeping out at the kitchen window, for here is the man himself coming through the garden. I ran to the door to meet him, feeling that I would have given the deal to have him back in Edinburgh again. He came running, waving a paper over his head, and I thought that maybe he had a note from Edie, and that it was all known to him. But as he came up I saw that it was a big stiff yellow paper which crackled as he waved it, and that his eyes were dancing with happiness. Hurrah, Jock, he shouted. Where is Edie? Where is Edie? What is it, man, I asked. Where is Edie? What have you there? It's my diploma, Jock, I can practice when I like. It's all right, I want to show it to Edie. The best you can do is to forget all about Edie, said I. Never have I seen a man's face change as his did when I said those words. What? What do you mean, Jock Calder, he stammered. He let go his hold of the precious diploma as he spoke, and away it went over the hedge and across the moor where it stuck flapping on a wind-bush, but he never so much as glanced at it. His eyes were bent upon me, and I saw the devil's spark glimmer up in the depths of them. She is not worthy of you, said I. He gripped me by the shoulder. What have you done, he whispered. This is some of your hanky-panky. Where is she? She's off with that Frenchman who lodged here. I had been casting about in my mind how I could break it gently to him, but I was always backward in speech, and I could think of nothing better than this. Oh, said he, and stood nodding his head and looking at me, though I knew very well that he could see neither me nor the steadying nor anything else. So he stood for a minute or more, with his hands clenched and his head still nodding. Then he gave a gulp in his throat and spoke in a queer, dry, rasping voice. When was this, said he? This morning. Were they married? Yes. He put his hand against the doorpost to steady himself. Any message for me? She said that you would forgive her. May God blast my soul on the day I do. Where have they gone to? To France, I should judge. His name was Delap, I think. His real name is Delisac, and he is no less than a colonel in Boney's Guards. Ah, he would be in Paris likely. That is well, that is well. Hold up, I shouted, Father, Father, bring the brandy. His knees had given way for an instant, but he was himself again before the old man came running with the bottle. Take it away, said he. Have a soup, Mr. Horscroft, cried my father, pressing it upon him. It will give you fresh heart. He caught hold of the bottle and sent it flying over the garden hedge. It's very good for those who wish to forget, said he, I am going to remember. May God forgive you for sinful waste, cried my father aloud. And for well-nigh braining an officer of His Majesty's infantry, said old Major Elliot, putting his head over the hedge, I could have done with a nip after a morning's walk, but it is something new to have a whole bottle whizz past my ear. But what is amiss that you all stand round like mutes at a burying? In a few words I told him our trouble, while Jim, with a gray face and his brows drawn down, stood leaning against the doorpost. The Major was as glum as we by the time I had finished, for he was fond both of Jim and of Edie. Tutt, tutt, said he, I feared something of the kind ever since that business of the Peel Tower. It's the way with the French, they can't leave the women alone. But at least Delysak has married her, and that's a comfort, but it's no time now to think of our own little troubles with all Europe in a roar again, and another twenty years' war before us as like as not. What do you mean, I asked? Why, men, Napoleon's back from Elba, his troops have flocked to him and Louis has run for his life, the news was in Burwick this morning. Great Lord cried my father, then the weary business is all to do over again. I, we thought we were out from the shadow, but it's still there. Wellington is ordered from Vienna to the Low Countries, and it is thought that the Emperor will break out first on that side. Well, it's a bad wind that blows nobody any good. I've just had news that I am to join the seventy-first as Senior Major. I shook hands with our good neighbor on this, for I knew how it had lain upon his mind that he should be a cripple with no part to play in the world. I am to join my regiment as soon as I can, and we shall be over yonder in a month, and in Paris maybe before another one is over. By the Lord, then, I'm with you, Major, cried Jim Horscroft. I'm not too proud to carry a musket if you will put me in front of this Frenchman. My lad, I'd be proud to have you serve under me, said the Major, and as to Delisac, where the Emperor is, he will be. You know the man, said I, what can you tell us of him? There is no better officer in the French army, and that is a big word to say. They say that he would have been a Marshal, but he preferred to stay at the Emperor's elbow. I met him two days before Corona when I was sent with a flag to speak about our wounded. He was with Sult, then. I knew him again when I saw him, and I will know him again when I see him, said Horscroft, with the old, duer look on his face. And then at that instant, as I stood there, it was suddenly driven home to me how poor and purposeless a life I should lead, while this crippled friend of ours and the companion of my boyhood were away in the forefront of the storm. Quick as a flash, my resolution was taken. I'll come with you, too, Major, I cried. Jock, Jock, said my father, wringing his hands. Tim said nothing but put his arm half round me and hugged me. The Major's eyes shone, and he flourished his cane in the air. My word but I shall have two good recruits at my heels, said he. Well, there's no time to be lost, so you must both be ready for the evening coach. And this was what a single day brought about, and yet years pass away so often without a change. Just think of the alteration in that four and twenty hours. Isaac was gone, Edie was gone, Napoleon had escaped, war had broken out, Jim Horscroft had lost everything, and he and I were setting out to fight against the French. It was all like a dream until I tramped off to the coach that evening and looked back at the grey farm's steading and at the two little dark figures, my mother with her face sunk in her Shetland shawl, and my father waving his drover's stick to hearten me upon my way. CHAPTER 11 The Gathering of the Nations And now I come to a bit of my story that clean takes my breath away as I think of it, and makes me wish that I had never taken the job of telling it in hand. For when I write I like things to come slow and orderly and in their turn, like sheep coming out of a paddock. So it was at West Inch. But now that we were drawn into a larger life like wee bits of straw that float slowly down some lazy ditch until they suddenly find themselves in the dash and swirl of a great river, then it is very hard for me with my simple words to keep pace with it all. But you can find the cause and reason of everything in the books about history, so I shall just leave that alone and talk about what I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears. The regiment to which our friend had been appointed was the seventy-first Highland Light Infantry, which wore the red coat and the trues, and had its depot in Glasgow Town. There we went, all three by coach, the major in great spirits and full of stories about the Duke and the Peninsula, while Jim sat in the corner with his lips set and his arms folded, and I knew that he killed Dalisac three times an hour in his heart. I could tell it by the sudden glint of his eyes and grip of his hand. As to me I did not know whether to be glad or sorry, for home is home and it is a weary thing, however you may brazen it out, to feel that half Scotland is between you and your mother. We were in Glasgow next day, and the major took us down to the depot, where a soldier with three stripes on his arm and a fistful of ribbons from his cap, showed every tooth he had in his head at the side of Jim, and walked three times round him to have the view of him as if he had been Carlisle Castle. Then he came over to me and punched me in the ribs and felt my muscle and was nigh as pleased as with Jim. These are the sort, major, these are the sort, he kept saying, with a thousand of these we could stand up to Bonnie's best. How do they run, asked the major. A poor show, said he, but they may lick into shape. The best men have been drafted to America, and we are full of militia men and recruities. Tut Tut, said the major, will have old soldiers and good ones against us. Come to me if you need any help, you two. And so with a nod he left us, and we began to understand that a major who is your officer is a very different person from a major who happens to be your neighbor in the country. Well, well, why should I trouble you with these things? I could wear out a good quill pen just writing about what we did, Jim and I, at the depot in Glasgow, and how we came to know our officers and our comrades and how they came to know us. Then came the news that the folk of Vienna, who had been cutting up Europe as if it had been a jig of mutton, had flown back each to his own country, and that every man and horse in their armies had their faces towards France. We heard of great reviews and musterings in Paris, too, and then that Wellington was in the Low Countries, and that on us and on the Prussians would fall the first blow. The government was shipping men over to him as fast as they could, and every port along the East Coast was choked with guns and horses and stores. On the third of June we had our marching orders also, and on the same night we took ship from Leith, reaching Ostend the night after. It was my first sight of a foreign land, and indeed most of my comrades were the same, for we were very young in the ranks. I can see the blue waters now, and the curling surf line and the long yellow beach, and queer windmills twisting and turning, a thing that a man would not see from one end of Scotland to the other. It was a clean, well-kept town, but the folk were undersized, and there was neither ale nor oatmeal cakes to be bought amongst them. From there we went on to a place called Bruges, and from there to Ghent, where we picked up with the 52nd and the 95th, which were the two regiments that we were brigaded with. The wonderful place for churches and stonework is Ghent, and indeed of all the towns we were in there was scarce one but had a finer Kirk than any in Glasgow. From there we pushed on to Ath, which is a little village on a river or a burn rather, called the Dender. There we were quartered, intense mostly, for it was fine sunny weather, and the whole brigade set to work at its drill from morning till evening. Colonel Adams was our chief, and Raynell was our colonel, and they were both fine old soldiers. But what put heart into us most was to think that we were under the duke, for his name was like a bugle-call. He was at Brussels with the bulk of the army, but we knew that we should see him quick enough if he were needed. I had never seen so many English together, and indeed I had a kind of contempt for them as folk always have if they live near a border. But the two regiments that were with us now were as good comrades as could be wished. The fifty-second had a thousand men in the ranks, and there were many old soldiers of the peninsula among them. They came from Oxfordshire for the most part, the ninety-fifth were a rifle regiment, and had dark green coats instead of red. It was strange to see them loading, for they would put the ball into a greasy rag and then hammer it down with a mallet, but they could fire both further and straighter than we. All that part of Belgium was covered with British troops at that time, for the guards were over near Angaine, and there were cavalry regiments on the further side of us. You see, it was very necessary that Wellington should spread out all his force, for Boney was behind the screen of his fortresses, and of course we had no means of saying on what side he might pop out, except that he was pretty sure to come out the way that we least expected him. On the one side he might get between us and the sea, and so cut us off from England, and on the other he might shove in between the Prussians and ourselves. But the Duke was as clever as he, for he had his horse and his light troops all around him like a great spider's web, so that the moment a French foot stepped across the border he could close up all his men at the right place. For myself I was very happy at Oth, and I found the folk very kindly and homely. There was a farmer of the name of Bois in whose fields we were quartered, and who was a real good friend to many of us. We built him a wooden barn among us in our spare time, and many a time I and Jeb Seaton, my rear rankman, have hung out his washing, for the smell of the wet linen seemed to take us both straight home as nothing else could do. I have often wondered whether that good man and his wife are still living, though I think it hardly likely, for they were of a hail middle age at the time. Jim would come with us too sometimes, and would sit with us smoking in the big Flemish kitchen, but he was a different Jim now to the old one. He had always had a hard touch in him, but now his trouble seemed to have turned him to flint, and I never saw a smile upon his face, and seldom heard a word from his lips. His whole mind was set on revenging himself upon Delisac for having taken Edie from him, and he would sit for hours with his chin upon his hands, glaring and frowning, all wrapped in the one idea. This made him a bit of a butt among the men at first, and they laughed at him for it, but when they came to know him better, they found that he was not a good man to laugh at, and they dropped it. We were early risers at that time, and the whole brigade was usually under arms at the flush of dawn. One morning it was the sixteenth of June, we had just formed up, and General Adams had ridden up to give some order to Colonel Raynell within musket length of where I stood, when suddenly they both stood staring along the Brussels Road. None of us dared move our heads, but every eye in the regiment whisked round, and there we saw an officer with the cockade of a general's aide to camp, thundering down the road as hard as a great dapple-grey horse could carry him. He bent his face over its mane and flogged at its neck with the slack of the bridle, as though he rode for very life. Hello, Raynell, 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, a way we scuttled to gather our things together and have our breakfast, and in an hour we had marched off and left Oth and the Dender behind us forever. 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 halberd 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 quiras. It's the royals or the ennis-kilons 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. And as he spoke there came the low grumbling of a cannonade away somewhere to the east of us, deep and hoarse, like the roar of some blood-dobbed beast that thrives on the lives of men. At the same instant there was a shouting of, Hey, hey, hey, from behind! And somebody roared, Let the guns get through! Looking back I saw the rear company split suddenly in two and hurl themselves down on either side into the ditch, while six cream-colored horses galloping two and two with their bellies to the ground came thundering through the gap with a fine twelve-pound gun whirling and creaking behind them. Behind were another and another, four and twenty in all, flying past us with such a din and clatter, the blue-coated men clinging on to the gun and the tumbles, the drivers cursing and cracking their whips, the mains flying, the mops and buckets clanking, and the whole air filled with the heavy rumble and the jingling of chains. There was a roar from the ditches and a shout from the gunners, and we saw a rolling gray cloud before us, with a score of buzzbees breaking through the shadow. Then we closed up again while the growling ahead of us grew louder and deeper than ever. There's three batteries there, said the sergeant. There's bulls and webber-smiths, but the other is new. There's some more on ahead of us, for here is the track of a nine-pounder, and the others were all twelves. Choose a twelve if you want to get hit, for a nine mashes you up, but a twelve snaps you like a carrot. And then he went on to tell about the dreadful wounds that he had seen until my blood ran like iced water in my veins, and you might have rubbed all our faces in pipe clay, and we should have been no whiter. I, you'll look sicklier yet when you get a hat full of grape into your tripe, said he. And then, as I saw some of the old soldiers laughing, I began to understand that this man was trying to frighten us, so I began to laugh also, and the others as well. But it was not a very hearty laugh, either. The sun was almost above us when we stopped at a little place called Hall, where there is an old pump from which I drew and drank a shake-o full of water, and never did a mug of Scotch ale taste as sweet. More guns passed us here, and Vivians hussars, three regiments of them, smart men with bonny brown horses, a treat to the eye. The noise of the cannons was louder than ever now, and it tingled through my nerves just as it had done years before, even with Edie by my side, I had seen the merchant ship fight with the privateers. It was so loud now that it seemed to me that the battle must be going on just beyond the nearest wood, but my friend the sergeant knew better. It's twelve to fifteen mile off, said he. You may be sure the general knows we are not wanted, or we should not be resting here at Hall. What he said proved to be true, for a minute later down came the Colonel with orders that we should pile arms and bivouac where we were, and there we stayed all day, while horse and foot and guns, English, Dutch, and Hanoverians were streaming through. The devil's music went on till evening, sometimes rising into a roar, sometimes sinking into a grumble, until about eight o'clock in the evening it stopped altogether. We were eating our hearts out, as you may think, to know what it all meant, but we knew that what the Duke did would be for the best, so we just waited in patience. Next day the brigade remained at Hall in the morning, but about midday came an orderly from the Duke, and we pushed on once more until we came to a little village called Brain Something, and there we stopped, and time, too, for a sudden thunderstorm broke over us and a plump of rain that turned all the roads and the fields into bog and mire. We got into the barns at this village for shelter, and there we found two stragglers, one from a kilted regiment, and the other a man of the German Legion who had a tale to tell that was as dreary as the weather. Boney had thrashed the Prussians the day before, and our fellows had been sore-put to it to hold their own against nay, but had beaten him off at last. It seems an old stale story to you now, but you cannot think how we scrambled round those two men in the barn and pushed and fought just to catch a word of what they said, and how those who had heard were in turn mobbed by those who had not. We laughed and cheered and groaned all in turn as we heard how the forty-fourth had received cavalry in line, how the Dutch Belgians had fled, and how the Black Watch had taken the Lancers into their square and then had killed them at their leisure. But the Black Watchers had had the laugh on their side when they crumpled up the sixty-ninth and carried off one of the colors. To wind it all up the Duke was in retreat in order to keep in touch with the Prussians, and it was rumored that he would take up his ground and fight a big battle just at the very place where we had been halted. And soon we saw that this rumor was true, for the weather cleared towards evening, and we were all out on the ridge to see what we could see. It was such a bonny stretch of corn and grazing land, with the crops just half green and half yellow, and fine rye as high as a man's shoulder. A scene more full of peace you could not think of, and look where you would over the low-curving corn-covered hills, you could see the little village steeples pricking up their spires among the poplars. But slashed right across this pretty picture was a long trail of marching men, some red, some green, some blue, some black, zigzagging over the plain and choking the roads, one end so close that we could shout to them as they stacked their muskets on the ridge at our left, and the other end lost among the woods as far as we could see. And then on other roads we saw the teams of horses toiling and the dull gleam of the guns, and the men straining and swaying as they helped to turn the spokes in the deep, deep mud. As we stood there, regiment after regiment and brigade after brigade took position on the ridge, and ere the sun had set, we lay in a line of over sixty thousand men, blocking Napoleon's way to Brussels. But the rain had come swishing down again, and we of the seventy-first rushed off to our barn once more, where we had better quarters than the greater part of our comrades, who lay stretched in the mud with the storm beating upon them until the first peep of day. CHAPTER XII. The Shadow on the Land. It was still drizzling in the morning, with brown drifting clouds and a damp chilly wind. It was a queer thing for me as I opened my eyes to think that I should be in a battle that day, though none of us ever thought it would be such a one as it proved to be. We were up and ready, however, with the first light, and as we threw open the doors of our barn, we heard the most lovely music that I had ever listened to playing somewhere in the distance. We all stood in clusters, harkening to it, it was so sweet and innocent and sad-like. But our sergeant laughed when he saw how it pleased us all. Them are the French bands, said he, and if you come out here you'll see what some of you may not live to see again. Out we went, the beautiful music still sounding in our ears, and stood on a rise just outside the barn. Down below at the bottom of the slope, about half a musket shot from us, was a snug tiled farm with a hedge and a bit of an apple orchard. All rounded a line of men in red coats and hyfer hats were working like bees, knocking holes in the wall and barring up the doors. Them's the light companies of the guards, said the sergeant, they'll hold that farm while one of them can wag a finger. But look over yonder and you'll see the campfires of the French. We looked across the valley at the low ridge upon the further side and saw a thousand little yellow points of flame with the dark smoke wreathing up in the heavy air. There was another farmhouse on the further side of the valley, and as we looked we suddenly saw a little group of horsemen appear on a knoll beside it and stare across at us. There were a dozen hussars behind and in front five men, three with helmets, one with a long straight red feather in his hat, and the last with a low cap. By God cried the sergeant, that's him, that's Boney, the one with the gray horse. I'll lay a month's pay on it. I strained my eyes to see him, this man who had cast that great shadow over Europe, which darkened the nations for five and twenty years and which had even fallen across our out-of-the-world little sheep farm and had dragged us all, myself, Edie and Jim, out of the lives that our folk had lived before us. As far as I could see, he was a dumpy, square-shouldered kind of man, and he held his double glasses to his eyes with his elbows spread very wide out on each side. I was still staring when I heard the catch of a man's breath by my side, and there was Jim with his eyes glowing like two coals and his face thrust over my shoulder. That's he, jock, he whispered. Yes, that's Boney, said I. No, no, it's he, this D'lap or D'lesac or whatever his devil's name is. It is he. Then I saw him at once. It was the horseman with a high red feather in his hat. Even at that distance I could have sworn to the slope of his shoulders and the way he carried his head. I clapped my hands upon Jim's sleeve, for I could see that his blood was boiling at the sight of the man and that he was ready for any madness. But at that moment Bonaparte seemed to lean over and say something to D'lesac, and the party wheeled and dashed away while there came the bang of a gun and a white spray of smoke from a battery along the ridge. At the same instant the assembly was blown in our village and we rushed for our arms and fell in. There was a burst of firing all along the line and we thought that the battle had begun, but it came really from our fellows cleaning their pieces, for their priming was in some danger of being wet from the damp night. From where we stood it was a sight now that was worth coming over the seas to sea. On our own ridge was the checker of red and blue, stretching right away to a village over two miles from us. It was whispered from man to man in the ranks, however, that there was too much of the blue and too little of the red, for the Belgians had shown on the day before that their hearts were too soft for the work, and we had twenty thousand of them for comrades. Then even our British troops were half made up of militiamen and recruits, for the pick of the old peninsular regiments were on the ocean in transports coming back from some fool's quarrel with our kinsfolk of America. But for all that we could see the bare skins of the guards, two strong brigades of them, and the bonnets of the Highlanders, and the blue of the old German legion, and the red lines of Pax Brigade and Kempz Brigade, and the green dotted riflemen in front, and we knew that come what might these were men who would bide where they were placed, and that they had a man to lead them who would place them where they should bide. Of the French we had seen little save the twinkle of their fires, and a few horsemen here and there upon the curves of the ridge, but as we stood and waited there came suddenly a grand blair from their bands, and their whole army came flooding over the low hill which had hid them, brigade after brigade and division after division, until the broad slope in its whole length and depth was blue with their uniforms and bright with a glint of their weapons. It seemed that they would never have done, still pouring over and pouring over, while our men leaned on their muskets and smoked their pipes looking down at this grand gathering and listening to what the old soldiers who had fought the French before had to say about them. Then when the infantry had formed in long deep masses their guns came whirling and bounding down the slope, and it was pretty to see how smartly they unlimbered and were ready for action. And then at a stately trot down came the cavalry, thirty regiments at the least with plume and breastplate, twinkling sword and fluttering lance, forming up at the flanks and rear in long shifting glimmering lines. Them's the chaps cried our old sergeant, their gluttons to fight they are, and you see them regiments with the great high hats in the middle, a bit behind the farm? That's the guard, twenty thousand of them my sons and all picked men, grey-headed devils that have done nothing but fight since they were as high as my gators. They've three men to our two, and two guns to our one, and by God they'll make you recruities wish you were back in Argyle Street before they have finished with you. He was not a cheering man, our sergeant, but then he had been in every fight since Koruna, and had a medal with seven clasps upon his breast, so that he had a right to talk in his own fashion. When the Frenchmen had all arranged themselves just out of cannon-shot, we saw a small group of horsemen all in a blaze with silver and scarlet and gold ride swiftly between the divisions, and as they went a roar of cheering burst out from either side of them, and we could see arms outstretched to them and hands waving. An instant later the noise had died away, and the two armies stood facing each other in absolute deadly silence, a sight which often comes back to me in my dreams. Then of a sudden there was a lurch among the men just in front of us. A thin column wheeled off from the dense blue clump, and came swinging up towards the farmhouse which lay below us. It had not taken fifty paces before a gun banged out from an English battery on our left, and the battle of Waterloo had begun. It is not for me to try to tell you the story of that battle, and indeed I should have kept far enough away from such a thing had it not happened that our own fates, those of the three simple folk who came from the border country, were all just as much mixed up in it as those of any king or emperor of them all. To tell the honest truth I have learned more about that battle from what I have read than from what I saw, for how much could I see with a comrade on either side and a great white cloud bank at the very end of my firelock. It was from books and the talk of others that I learned how the heavy cavalry charged, how they rode over the famous cuirassier, and how they were cut to pieces before they could get back. From them, too, I learned all about the success of assaults, and how the Belgians fled, and how Pak and Kempt stood firm. But of my own knowledge I can only speak of what we saw during that long day in the rifts of the smoke and the lulls of the firing, and it is just of that that I will tell you. We were on the right of the line and in reserve, for the Duke was afraid that Boney might work round on that side and get at him from behind. So our three regiments, with another British brigade and the Hanoverians, were placed there to be ready for anything. There were two brigades of light cavalry, too, but the French attack was all from the front, so it was late in the day before we were really wanted. The English battery which fired the first gun was still banging away on our left, and a German one was hard at work upon our right, so that we were wrapped round with the smoke. But we were not so hidden as to screen us from a line of French guns opposite, for a score of round shot came piping through the air and plumped right into the heart of us. As I heard the scream of them past my ear, my head went down like a diver, but our sergeant gave me a prod in the back with a handle of his halberd. Don't be so blasted polite, said he, when you're hit you can bow once and for all. There was one of those balls that knocked five men into a bloody mash, and I saw it lying on the ground afterwards like a crimson football. Another went through the agiton's horse with a plop like a stone in the mud, broke its back and left it lying like a burst gooseberry. Three more fell further to the right, and by the stir and cries we could tell that they had all told. Ah, James, you've lost a good mount, says Major Reid, just in front of me, looking down at the agiton whose boots and breeches were all running with blood. I gave a cool fifty for him in Glasgow, said the other. Don't you think, Major, that the men had better lie down now that the guns have got our range? Tutt, said the other, they're young, James, it will do them good. They'll get enough of it before the day's done, grumbled the other. But at that moment Colonel Rinal saw that the rifles and the fifty-second were down on either side of us, so we had the order to stretch ourselves out, too. Precious glad we were when we could hear the shot whining like hungry dogs within a few feet of our backs. Even now a thud and a splash every minute or so, with a yelp of pain and a drumming of boots upon the ground, told us that we were still losing heavily. A thin rain was falling, and the damp air held the smoke low, so that we could only catch glimpses of what was doing just in front of us, though the roar of the guns told us that the battle was general all along the lines. Four hundred of them were all crashing at once now, and the noise was enough to split the drum of your ear. Indeed, there was not one of us but had a singing in his head for many a long day afterwards. Just opposite us on the slope of the hill was a French gun, and we could see the men serving her quite plainly. They were small, active men, with very tight breeches and high hats with great straight plumes sticking up from them, but they worked like sheep shears, ramming and sponging and training. There were fourteen when I saw them first, and only four left standing at the last, but they were working away just as hard as ever. The farm that they called Yugumon was down in front of us, and all the morning we could see that a terrible fight was going on there for the walls and the windows and the orchard hedges were all flame and smoke, and there rose such shrieking and crying from it as I never heard before. It was half burned down and shattered with balls, and ten thousand men were hammering at the gates, but four hundred guardsmen held it in the morning, and two hundred held it in the evening, and no French foot was ever set within its threshold. But how they fought those Frenchmen, their lives were no more to them than the mud under their feet. There was one, I can see him now, a stoutish, ruddy man on a crutch. He hobbled up alone in a lull of the firing to the side gate of Yugumon, and he beat upon it, screaming to his men to come after him. For five minutes he stood there, strolling about in front of the gun barrels which spared him, but at last a Brunswick skirmisher in the orchard flicked out his brains with a rifle shot. And he was only one of many, for all day when they did not come in masses they came in twos and threes, with as brave a face as if the whole army were at their heels. So we lay all morning, looking down at the fight at Yugumon, but soon the Duke saw that there was nothing to fear upon his right, and so he began to use us in another way. The French had pushed their skirmishers past the farm, and they lay among the young corn in front of us, popping at the gunners, so that three pieces out of six on our left were lying with their men strewed in the mud all round them. But the Duke had his eyes everywhere, and up he galloped at that moment, a thin, dark, wiry man with very bright eyes, a hooked nose, and a big cockade on his cap. There were a dozen officers at his heels, all as merry as if it were a fox-hunt, but of the dozen there was not one left in the evening. Warm work, Adams, said he as he rode up. Very warm your grace, said our general. But we cannot stay them at it, I think. Tuttutt, we cannot let skirmishers silence a battery. Just drive those fellows out of that, Adams. Then first I knew what a devil's thrill runs through a man when he is given a bit of fighting to do. Up to now we had just lain and been killed, which is the weirdest kind of work. Now it was our turn, and my word we were ready for it. Up we jumped, the whole brigade in a four-deep line, and rushed at the cornfield as hard as we could tear. The skirmishers snapped at us as we came, and then away they bolted like corn-crakes, their heads down, their backs rounded, and their muskets at the trail. Half of them got away, but we caught up the others, the officer first, for he was a very fat man who could not run fast. It gave me quite a turn when I saw Rob Stewart on my right stick his bayonet into the man's broad back and hurt him howl like a damned soul. There was no quarter in that field, and it was but or point for all of them. The men's blood was a flame and little wonder for these wasps had been stinging all morning without our being able so much as to see them. And now as we broke through on the further edge of the cornfield, we got in front of the smoke, and there was the whole French army in position before us, with only two meadows and a narrow lane between us. We set up a yell as we saw them, and a way we should have gone slap at them if we had been left to ourselves. For silly young soldiers never think that harm can come to them until it is there in their midst. But the Duke had cantered his horse beside us as we advanced, and now he roared something to the general and the officers all rode in front of our line holding out their arms for us to stop. There was a blowing of bugles, a pushing and a shoving, with the sergeants cursing and digging us with their halberds. And in less time than it takes me to write it, there was the brigade in three neat little squares, all bristling with bayonets and in echelon as they call it, so that each could fire across the face of the other. It was the saving of us, as even so young a soldier as I was could very easily see, and we had none too much time, either. There was a low rolling hill on our right flank, and from behind this there came a sound like nothing on this earth so much as the beat of the waves on the Burric coast when the wind blows from the east. The earth was all shaking with that dull roaring sound and the air was full of it. Steady seventy-first, for God's sake, steady shrieked the voice of our colonel behind us, but in front was nothing but the green gentle slope of the grassland all mottled with daisies and dandelions. And then suddenly over the curve we saw eight hundred brass helmets rise up all in a moment, each with a long tag of horsehair flying from its crest, and then eight hundred fierce brown faces all pushed forward and glaring out from between the ears of as many horses. There was an instant of gleaming breast-plates, waving swords, tossing mains, fierce red nostrils opening and shutting, and hoofs pawing the air before us, and then down came the line of muskets and our bullets smacked up against their armor like the clatter of a hailstorm upon a window. I fired with the rest, and then rammed down another charge as fast as I could, staring out through the smoke in front of me, where I could see some long, thin thing which napped slowly backwards and forwards. A bugle sounded for us to cease firing, and a whiff of wind came to clear the curtain from in front of us, and then we could see what had happened. I had expected to see half that regiment of horse lying on the ground, but whether it was that their breast-plates had shielded them, or whether being young and a little shaken at their coming we had fired high, our volley had done no very great harm. About thirty horses lay about, three of them together within ten yards of me, the middle one right on its back with its four legs in the air, and it was one of these that I had seen flapping through the smoke. Then there were eight or ten dead men and about as many wounded sitting dazed on the grass for the most part, though one was shouting, Vive Lamperer, at the top of his voice. Another fellow who had been shot in the thigh, a great black moustached chap he was, too, leaned his back against his dead horse and, picking up his carbine, fired as coolly as if he had been shooting for a prize, and hit Angus Myers, who was only two from me, right through the forehead. Then he out with his hand to get another carbine that lay near, but before he could reach it, Big Hodgson, who was the pivot man of the Grenadier Company, ran out and passed his bayonet through his throat, which was a pity, for he seemed to be a very fine man. At first I thought that the Quirassier had run away in the smoke, but they were not men who did that very easily. Their horses had swerved at our volley, and they had raced past our square and taken the fire of the two other ones beyond. Then they broke through a hedge, and coming on a regiment of Hanoverians who were in line, they treated them as they would have treated us if we had not been so quick, and cut them to pieces in an instant. It was dreadful to see the big Germans running and screaming while the Quirassier stood up in their stirrups to have a better sweep for their long heavy swords, and cut and stabbed without mercy. I do not believe that a hundred men of that regiment were left alive, and the Frenchmen came back across our front, shouting at us and waving their weapons which were crimson down to the hilt. This they did to draw our fire, but the Colonel was too old a soldier, for we could have done little harm at the distance, and they would have been among us before we could reload. These horsemen got behind the ridge on our right, and we knew very well that if we opened up from the squares they would be down upon us in a twinkle. On the other hand it was hard to bide as we were, for they had passed the word to a battery of twelve guns which formed up a few hundred yards away from us but out of our sight, sending their balls just over the brow and down into the midst of us, which is called a plunging fire. And one of their gunners ran up onto the top of the slope and stuck a hand-spike into the wet earth to give them a guide under the very muzzles of the whole brigade, none of whom fired a shot at him, each leaving him to the other. Ensign Samson, who was the youngest subaltern in the regiment, ran out from the square and pulled down the hand-spike, but quick as a jack after a minnow a lancer came flying over the ridge and he made such a thrust from behind that not only his point but his pen and two came out between the second and third buttons of the lad's tunic. Helen, Helen, he shouted, and fell dead on his face, while the lancer, blown half to pieces with musket balls, toppled over beside him, still holding on to his weapon so that they lay together with that dreadful bond still connecting them. But when the battery opened there was no time for us to think of anything else. A square is a very good way of meeting a horseman, but there is no worse one of taking a cannonball as we soon learned when they began to cut red seams through us until our ears were weary of the slosh and splash when hard iron met living flesh and blood. After ten minutes of it we moved our square a hundred paces to the right, but we left another square behind us for a hundred and twenty men and seven officers showed where we had been standing. Then the guns found us out again and we tried to open out into line, but in an instant the horseman, lancers they were this time, were upon us from over the bray. I tell you we were glad to hear the thud of their hooves, for we knew that that must stop the cannon for a minute and give us a chance of hitting back, and we hit back pretty hard to that time, for we were cold and vicious and savage, and I for one felt that I cared no more for the horseman than if they had been so many sheep on Corimur. One gets past being afraid or thinking of one's own skin after a while, and you just feel that you want to make someone pay for all you have gone through. We took our change out of the lancers that time, for they had no breast-plates to shield them, and we cleared seventy of them out of their saddles at Avali. Maybe if we could have seen seventy mothers weeping for their lads we should not have felt so pleased over it. But then men are just brutes when they are fighting and have as much thought as two bullpups when they've got one another by the throttle. Then the colonel did a wise stroke, for he reckoned that this would stave off the cavalry for five minutes, so he wheeled us into line and got us back into a deeper hollow out of the reach of the guns before they could open again. This gave us time to breathe, and we wanted it too, for the regiment had been melting away like an icicle in the sun. But bad as it was for us it was a deal worse for some of the others. The whole of the Dutch Belgians were off by this time helter-skelter, fifteen thousand of them, and there were great gaps left in our line through which the French cavalry rode as pleased them best. Then the French guns had been too many and too good for ours, and our heavy horse had been cut to bits, so that things were none to marry with us. On the other hand, Hugo Mont, a blood-soaked ruin, was still ours, and every British regiment was firm, though to tell the honest truth as a man is bound to do, there were a sprinkling of red coats among the blue ones who made for the rear. But these were lads and stragglers, the faint hearts that are found everywhere, and I say again that no regiment flinched. It was little we could see of the battle, but a man would be blind not to know that all the fields behind us were covered with flying men. But then, though we on the right wing knew nothing of it, the Prussians had begun to show, and Napoleon had set twenty thousand of his men to face them, which made up for ours that had bolted and left us much as we began. That was all dark to us, however, and there was a time when the French horsemen had flooded in between us and the rest of the army, that we thought we were the only brigade left standing, and had set our teeth with the intention of selling our lives as dearly as we could. At that time it was between four and five in the afternoon, and we had had nothing to eat the most of us since the night before, and were soaked with rain into the bargain. It had drizzled off and on all day, but for the last few hours we had not had a thought to spare either upon the weather or our hunger. Now we began to look round and tighten our waist-belts and ask who was hid and who was spared. I was glad to see Jim with his face all blackened with powder, standing on my right rear leaning on his fire-lock. He saw me looking at him and shouted out to know if I were hurt. All right, Jim, I answered. I fear I'm here on a wild goose chase, said he gloomily, but it's not over yet, by God I'll have him or he'll have me. He had brooded so much on his wrong, had poor Jim, that I really believed that it had turned his head, for he had a glare in his eye as he spoke that was hardly human. He was always a man that took even a little thing to heart, and since Edie had left him, I am sure that he was no longer his own master. It was at this time of the fight that we saw two single fights, which they tell me were common enough in the battles of old before men were trained in masses. As we lay in the hollow, two horsemen came spurring along the ridge right in front of us, riding as hard as hoof could rattle. The first was an English dragoon, his face right down on his horse's mane, with a French cuirassier, an old grey-headed fellow, thundering behind him on a big black mare. Our chap set up a hooting as they came flying on, for it seemed shame to see an Englishman run like that, but as they swept across our front we saw where the trouble lay. The dragoon had dropped his sword and was unarmed, while the other was pressing him so close that he could not get a weapon. At last, stung maybe by our hooting, he made up his mind to chance it. His eye fell on a lance beside a dead Frenchman, so he swerved his horse to let the other pass, and hopping off cleverly enough he gripped hold of it. But the other was too tricky for him, and was on him like a shot. The dragoon thrust up with the lance, but the other turned it and sliced him through the shoulder blade. It was all done in an instant, and the Frenchman cantering his horse up the bray, showing his teeth at us over his shoulder, like a snarling dog. That was one to them, but we scored one for us presently. They had pushed forward a skirmish line whose fire was towards the batteries on our right and left rather than on us, but we sent out two companies of the ninety-fifths to keep them in check. It was strange to hear the crackling kind of noise that they made for both sides were using the rifle. An officer stood among the French skirmishers, a tall, lean man with a mantle over his shoulders, and as our fellows came forward he ran out midway between the two parties and stood as a fencer would with his sword up and his head back. I can see him now with his lowered eyelids and the kind of sneer that he had upon his face. On this the subaltern of the rifles, who was a fine, well-grown lad, ran forward and drove full tilt at him with one of the queer crooked swords that the riflemen carry. They came together like two rams, for each ran for the other, and down they tumbled at the shock, but the Frenchman was below. Our man broke his sword short off and took the other's blade through his left arm, but he was the stronger man and he managed to let the life out of his enemy with the jagged stump of his blade. I thought that the French skirmishers would have shot him down, but not a trigger was drawn, and he got back to his company with one sword through his arm and half of another in his hand. CHAPTER XIII. The End of the Storm. Of all the things that seem strange in that battle now that I look back upon it, there is nothing that was queerer than the way in which it acted on my comrades, for some took it as though it had been their daily meet without question or change, and others pattered out prayers from the first gunfire to the last, and others again cursed and swore in a way that was creepy to listen to. There was one, my own left-hand man, Mike Threadingham, who kept telling about his maiden aunt Sarah and how she had left the money which had been promised to him to a home for the children of drowned sailors. Again and again he told me this story, and yet when the battle was over he took his oath that he had never opened his lips all day. As to me I cannot say whether I spoke or not, but I know that my mind and my memory were clearer than I can ever remember them, and I was thinking all the time about the old folk at home and about cousin Edie with her saucy dancing eyes, and Delisac with his cat's whiskers, and all the doings at West Inch, which had ended by bringing us here on the plains of Belgium as a cock-shot for two hundred and fifty cannons. During all this time the roaring of those guns had been something dreadful to listen to, but now they suddenly died away, though it was like the lull in a thunderstorm when one feels that a worse crash is coming hard at the fringe of it. There was still a mighty noise on the distant wing where the Prussians were pushing their way onwards, but that was two miles away. The other batteries, both French and English, were silent, and the smoke cleared so that the armies could see a little of each other. It was a dreary sight along our ridge, for there seemed to be just a few scattered knots of red and the lines of green where the German legions stood, while the masses of the French appeared to be as thick as ever, though of course we knew that they must have lost many thousands in these attacks. We heard a great cheering and shouting from among them, and then suddenly all their batteries opened together with a roar which made the din of the earlier parts seem nothing in comparison. It might well be twice as loud, for every battery was twice as near, being moved right up to point-blank range with huge masses of horse between and behind them to guard them from attack. When that devil's roar burst upon our ears there was not a man down to the drummer boys who did not understand what it meant. It was Napoleon's last great effort to crush us. There were but two more hours of light, and if we could hold our own for those all would be well. Starved and weary and spent, we prayed that we might have strength to load and stab and fire while one of us stood upon his feet. His cannon could do us no great harm now, for we were on our faces, and in an instant we could turn into a huddle of bayonets if his horse came down again. But behind the thunder of the guns there rose a sharper, shriller noise, whirring and rattling, the wildest, jauntiest, most stirring kind of sound. It's the pas de charge, cried an officer, they mean business this time. And as he spoke we saw a strange thing, a Frenchman dressed as an officer of Hussars came galloping towards us on a little bay horse. He was screeching, Vive le Roi, Vive le Roi at the pitch of his lungs, which was as much as to say that he was a deserter since we were for the king and they for the emperor. As he passed us he roared out in English, the guard is coming, the guard is coming, and so vanished away to the rear like a leaf blown before a storm. At the same instant up there rode an aide de camp with the reddest face that I ever saw upon mortal man. You must stop him or we are done, he cried to General Adams, so that all our company could hear him. How is it going, asked the General? Two weeks squadrons left out of six regiments of heavies, said he, and began to laugh like a man whose nerves are overstrung. Perhaps you would care to join in our advance? Pray consider yourself quite one of us, said the General, bowing and smiling as if he were asking him to a dish of tea. I shall have much pleasure, said the other, taking off his hat, and a moment afterwards our three regiments closed up and the brigade advanced in four lines over the hollow where we had lain in square and out beyond to the point whence we had seen the French army. There was little of it to be seen now, only the red belching of the guns flashing quickly out of the cloud bank, and the black figures, stooping, straining, mopping, sponging, working like devils and at devilish work. But through the cloud that rattle and whir rose ever louder and louder, with a deep mouth shouting and the stamping of thousands of feet. Then there came a broad black blur through the haze which darkened and hardened until we could see that it was a hundred men abreast, marching swiftly towards us, with high fur hats upon their heads and a gleam of brass work over their brows. And behind that hundred came another hundred, and behind that another, and on and on, coiling and writhing out of the cannon smoke like a monstrous snake until there seemed to be no end to the mighty column. In front ran a spray of skirmishers, and behind them the drummers, and up they all came together at a kind of tripping step, with the officers clustering thickly at the sides and waving their swords and cheering. There were a dozen mounted men too at their front, all shouting together, and one with his hat held aloft upon his sword-point. I say again that no men upon this earth could have fought more manfully than the French did upon that day. It was wonderful to see them, for as they came onwards they got ahead of their own guns so that they no longer had any help from them, while they got in front of the two batteries which had been on either side of us all day. Every gun had their range to a foot, and we saw long red lines scored right down the dark column as it advanced. So near were they and so closely did they march that every shot plowed through ten files of them, and yet they closed up and came on with a swing and a dash that was fine to see. Their head was turned straight for ourselves, while the ninety-fifth overlapped them on one side and the fifty- second on the other. I shall always think that if we had waited so the guard would have broken us, for how could a four deep line stand against such a column? But at that moment Colburn, the Colonel of the Fifty-Second, swung his right flank round so as to bring it on the side of the column which brought the Frenchman to a halt. Their front line was forty paces from us at the moment, and we had a good look at them. It was funny to me to remember that I had always thought of Frenchman as small men, for there was not one of that first company who could not have picked me up as if I had been a child, and their great hats made them look taller yet. They were hard, wizened, wiry fellows, too, with fierce puckered eyes and bristling moustaches, old soldiers who had fought and fought week in, week out, for many a year. And then as I stood with my finger upon the trigger waiting for the word to fire, my eye fell upon the mounted officer with his hat upon his sword, and I saw that it was Dalisac. I saw it, and Jim did, too. I heard a shout, and saw him rush forward madly at the French column, and as quick as thought the whole brigade took their cue from him, officers and all, and flung themselves upon the guard in front, while our comrades charged them on the flanks. We had been waiting for the order, and they all thought now that it had been given, but you may take my word for it that Jim Horscroft was the real leader of the brigade when we charged the old guard. God knows what happened during that mad five minutes. I remember putting my musket against a blue coat and pulling the trigger, and that the man could not fall because he was so wedged in the crowd. But I saw a horrid blotch upon the cloth, and a thin curl of smoke from it as if it had taken fire. Then I found myself thrown up against two big Frenchmen, and so squeezed together the three of us that we could not raise a weapon. One of them, a fellow with a very large nose, got his hand up to my throat, and I felt that I was a chicken in his grasp. Rendez-vous coquins, rendez-vous, said he, and then suddenly doubled up with a scream, for someone had stabbed him in the bowels with a bayonet. There was very little firing after the first sputter, but there was the crash of butt against barrel, the short cries of stricken men, and the roaring of the officers, and then suddenly they began to give ground, slowly, sullenly, step by step, but still to give ground. It was worth all that we had gone through the thrill of that moment when we felt that they were going to break. There was one Frenchman before me, a sharp-faced, dark-eyed man who was loading and firing as quietly as if he were at practice, dwelling upon his aim and looking round first to try to pick off an officer. I remember that it struck me that to kill so cool a man as that would be a good service, and I rushed at him and drove my bayonet into him. He turned as I struck him and fired full into my face, and the bullet left a wheel across my cheek that will mark me to my dying day. I tripped over him as he fell, and two others tumbling over me, I was half-smothered in the heap. When at last I struggled out and cleared my eyes, which were half full of powder, I saw that the column had fairly broken and was shredding into groups of men who were either running for their lives or were fighting back to back in a vain attempt to check the brigade, which was still sweeping onwards. My face felt as if a red hot iron had been laid across it, but I had the use of my limbs, so jumping over the litter of dead and mangled men, I scampered after my regiment and fell in upon the right flank. Old Major Elliot was there, limping along, for his horse had been shot, but none the worse in himself. He saw me come up and nodded, but it was too busy a time for words. The brigade was still advancing, but the general rode in front of me with his chin upon his shoulder, looking back at the British position. There is no general advance, said he, but I'm not going back. The Duke of Wellington has won a great victory, cried the aide to camp in a solemn voice, and then his feelings getting the better of him, he added, if the damn fool would only push on, which set us all laughing in the flank company. But now anyone could see that the French army was breaking up. The columns and squadrons which had stood so squarely all day were now all ragged at the edges, and where there had been thick fringes of skirmishers in front, there were now a spray of stragglers in the rear. The guard thinned out in front of us as we pushed on, and we found twelve guns looking us in the face, but we were over them in a moment, and I saw our youngest subaltern, next to him who had been killed by the Lancer, scribbling great seventy-ones with a lump of chalk upon them like the schoolboy that he was. It was at that moment that we heard a roar of cheering behind us, and saw the whole British army flood over the crest of the ridge and come pouring down upon the remains of their enemies. The guns, too, came bounding and rattling forward, and our light cavalry, as much as was left of it, kept pace with our brigade upon the right. There was no battle after that. The advance went on without a check until our army stood lined upon the very ground which the French had held in the morning. Their guns were ours, their foot were a rabble spread over the face of the country, and their gallant cavalry alone was able to preserve some sort of order, and to draw off unbroken from the field. Then at last, just as the night began to gather, our weary and starving men were able to let the Prussians take the job over, and to pile their arms upon the ground that they had won. That was as much as I saw or can tell you about the battle of Waterloo, except that I ate a two-pound ryleau for my supper that night with as much salt meat as they would let me have, and a good pitcher of red wine, until I had to bore a new hole at the end of my belt, and then it fitted me as tight as a hoop to a barrel. After that I lay down in the straw where the rest of the company were sprawling, and in less than a minute I was in a dead sleep.