Poor Phil looked as pale and weary, if not more so, than I did. He was on the sick-list also, and had his head tied up by a bloody4 bandage, necessitated5 by a pretty trenchant7 sword-cut, dealt, as we afterwards discovered on comparing notes, by Volhonski just before his recapture.
"I was first knocked over by Cathcart's riderless horse--"
"Poor old Cathcart--a Waterloo man!" said Gwynne, parenthetically. "Well, Phil?"
"It was wounded and mad with terror," continued Caradoc; "then the splinter of a shell struck me on the left leg. Still I limped to the front, keeping the men together and close to the colours, till that fellow you call Volhonski cut me across the head; even my bearskin failed to protect me from his sabre. Then, but not till then, when blood blinded me, I threw up the sponge and went to the rear."
"What news of our friends in the 19th?" I asked.
"O, the old story, many killed and wounded."
"Little Tom Clavell?"
"Untouched. Had the staff of the Queen's colours smashed in his hands by a grape shot. Tom is now a bigger man than ever," said Charley Gwynne. "By the way, he was talking of Miss Dora Lloyd last night in my bunk9 between the gabions, wondering what she and the girls in England think of all this sort of thing."
"Thank God, they know nothing about it!" said Caradoc, lighting10 a fresh cigar with a twisted cartridge11 paper; "the hearts of some of them would break, could they see but yonder valley."
"Poor Hugh Price!" observed Charley, with a sigh and a grimace12, for he had a bayonet prod13 in the right arm; "he was fairly murdered in cold blood by one of those Kazan fellows--brained clean by the heel of a musket14, ere our bandsmen could carry him off to the hospital tents; but I am thankful the assassin did not escape."
"How?"
"He too was finished the next moment by Evan Rhuddlan."
Other instances of assassination15, especially by a Russian major, were mentioned, and execrations both loud and deep were muttered by us all at these atrocities16, which ultimately caused Lord Raglan to send a firm remonstrance17 on the subject to Sebastopol.
"Is it true, Charley, that the Duke of Cambridge has gone on board ship, sick and exhausted18?" asked I.
"I believe so."
"And that Marshal Canrobert was wounded yesterday?"
"Yes, and had his horse shot under him, too."
"The poor Coldstreamers were fearfully cut up in the redoubt!"
"I saw eight of their officers interred19 in one grave this morning, and three of the Grenadier Guards in another."
"Poor fellows!" sighed Caradoc; "so full of life but a few hours ago."
For a time the conversation, being of this nature, languished20; it was the reverse of lively, so we smoked in silence. We were all in rather low spirits. This was simply caused by reaction after the fierce excitement of yesterday, and to regret for the friends who had fallen--the brave and true-hearted fellows we had lost for ever. Victorious21 though we were, we experienced but little exultation22; and from my tent door, we saw the burial parties, British and French, hard at work in their shirt sleeves, interring23 the slain24 in great trenches25, where they were flung over each other in rows, with all their gory26 clothing and accoutrements, just as they were found; and there they lay in ghastly ranks, their pallid27 faces turned to heaven, the hope of many a heart and household that were far away from that horrible valley; their joys, their sorrows, their histories, and their passing agonies all ended now, with no tears on their cheek save those with which the hand of God bedews the dead face of the poor soldier.
A ring or a watch, or it might be a lock of hair, taken, or perhaps hastily shorn by a friendly hand from the head of a dead officer as he was borne away to these pits--the head that some one loved so well, hanging earthward heavily and untended--shorn for a widowed wife or anxious mother, then at home in peaceful England, or some secluded28 Scottish glen; and there his obsequies were closed by the bearded and surpliced chaplain, who stood book in hand by the edge of the ghastly trench6, burying the dead wholesale29 by the thousand; and amid the boom of the everlasting30 and unrelenting cannonade, now going on at the left attack, might be heard the solemn sentences attuned31 to brighter hopes elsewhere than on earth, where "Death seemed scoffed32 at and derided33 by the reckless bully34 Life."
"Here is an old swell35, with no end of decorations," said a couple of our privates, as they trailed past the body of a Russian officer, one half of whose head had been shot away, and they threw him into a trench where the gray-coats lay in hundreds. The "old swell" proved to be the brave Pulkovnich Ochterlony of Guynde; he who had led his regiment36 so bravely at Bayazid on the mountain slopes of the Aghri Tagh in Armenia, when, in the preceding August, the Russians had defeated the Turks, and laid two thousand scarlet37 fezzes in the dust. The episode of meeting with Guilfoyle, his conduct after the action, and the character he had borne as a civilian38, formed a topic of some interest for my friends, who were vehement39 in urging me to denounce this distinguished40 "cornet" of the wagon-corps to the commander-in-chief. And this I resolved to do so soon as I was sufficiently41 recovered to write, or to visit Lord Raglan in person.
But to take action in the matter soon proved impossible, as he was taken prisoner the next day by some Cossacks who were scouting42 near the Baidar Valley, and who instantly carried him off. Some there were in the camp who gave this capture the very different name of wilful43 desertion, from two reasons; first, he had been gambling44 to a wonderful extent, and with all his usual success, so that he had completely rooked many of his brother officers, nearly all of whom were deserving men from the ranks; and second, that on the day after he was taken, the Russians opened a dreadful fire of shot and shell on one of our magazines, the exact locale of which could only have been indicated to them by some traitor45 safe within their own lines; and none knew better than I the savage46 treachery of which he was capable.
It was now asserted that we should not assault Sebastopol until the arrival of fresh reinforcements, which were expected by the way of Constantinople in a few weeks. There were said to be fifteen thousand French, and our own 97th, or Earl of Ulster's, and 99th Lanarkshire coming from Greece, with the 28th from Malta; but that we were likely to winter before the besieged47 city was now becoming pretty evident to the Allies, and none of us liked the prospect48, the French perhaps least of all, with the freezing memories of their old Russian war and the retreat from flaming Moscow still spoken of in their ranks; and the cruel and taunting49 boast of the Emperor Nicholas concerning Russia's two most conquering generals--January and February.
So when the wood for the erection of huts began to arrive at Balaclava, and the winter siege became a prospect that was inevitable50, I thought of having a wigwam built for myself and two other officers; and confess that as the season advanced, some such habitation would have been more acceptable than my bell-tent, which, like much more of our warlike gear, had probably lain in some of John Bull's shabby peace-at-any-price repositories since Waterloo, and was all decaying. Hence the door was always closed with difficulty, especially on cold nights, the straps51 being rotten and the buckles52 rusty53. Add to this, that our camp-bedding and clothes were alike dropping to pieces--the result of constant wet and damp. Already no two soldiers in our ranks were clad alike; they looked like well-armed vagrants54, and wore comically-patched clothing, with caps of all kinds, gleaned55 off the late field or near the burial trenches. Some of the Rifles, in lieu of dark green, were fain to wear smocks made by themselves from old blankets, and leggings made of the same material or old sacking, and many linesmen, who were less fortunate, had to content them with the rags of their uniforms. Happy indeed were the Highlanders, who had no trousers that wore out. Alas56 for those to whom a flower in the button-hole, kid gloves, glazed57 boots, and Rimmel's essences, were as the necessaries of life! But ere the wished-for materials for my hut arrived, circumstances I could little have foreseen found me quarters in a very different place. Every other day I was again on duty in the trenches, and without the aid of my field-glass could distinctly see the dark groups of the enemy's outposts, extending from the right up the valley of Inkermann, towards Balaclava.
The rain rendered our nights and days in the trenches simply horrible; as we had to shiver there for four-and-twenty hours, literally58 in mud that rose nearly to our knees, and was sometimes frozen--especially towards the darkest and earliest hours of the morning, when the cold would cause even strong and brave fellows almost to sob59 with weakness and debility, while we huddled60 together like sheep for animal warmth, listening the while, perhaps, for a sound that might indicate a Russian mine beneath us. Those who had tobacco smoked, of course, and shared it freely with less fortunate comrades, who had none; and under circumstances such as ours, great indeed was the solace61 of a pipe, though some found their tobacco too wet to smoke; then the Russians and the rain were cursed alike. The latter also often reduced the biscuits in our havresacks to a wet and dirty pulp62; but hunger made us thankful to have it, even in that condition.
"By Jove," one would say, "how the rain comes down! Awful, isn't it?"
"Won't spoil our uniforms, Bill, anyhow."
"No, lads, they are past spoiling," said I, and often had to add, "keep your firelocks under your greatcoats, men, and look to your ammunition63."
And such care was imperatively64 necessary, for on dark nights especially we never knew the moment when an attempt to scour65 the trenches might bring on another Inkermann. So we would sit cowering66 between the gabions, while ever and anon the fiery67 bombs, often shot at random68, came in quick succession through the dark sky of night, making bright and glittering arcs as they sped on their message of destruction, sometimes falling short and bursting in mid-air, or on the earth and throwing up a column of dust and stones, and sometimes fairly into the trenches, scattering69 death and mutilation among us. Erelong, as the season drew on, we had the snow to add to our miseries70, and for many an hour under the lee of a gabion I have sat, half awake and half torpid71, watching the white flakes72 falling, like glittering particles, athwart the slanting73 moonlight on the pale and upturned faces and glistening74 eyes of the dead, on their black and gaping75 wounds, and tattered76 uniform; for many perished nightly in the trenches, on some occasions over a hundred; and at times and places their bodies were so frozen to the earth, that to remove or tear them up was impossible, so they had to be left where they lay, or be covered up pro8 tem, with a little loose soil, broken by a sapper's pickaxe. And with the endurance of all this bodily misery77, I had the additional grief that no letters ever came from Estelle for me. My dream-castle was beginning to crumble78 down. I began to feel vaguely79 that something had been taken out of my life, that life itself was less worth having now, and that the beauty of the past was fading completely away. I had but one conviction or wish--that I had never met, had never known, or had never learned to love her.
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