"Adieu! Rose, adieu! n" m"oubli" pas,"
kept ringing through my ears till daybreak.
CHAPTER LII. THE MARCH
Such, with little variety, was the history of each day and night of our march--the days usually pa.s.sed in some place of security and concealment, while a reconnaissance would be made by some three or four of the party; and, as night fell, the route was continued.
One incident alone broke the monotony of the journey. On the fourth night we left the mountain and descended into a large open plain, taking for our guide the course of a river which seemed familiar to my companions. The night was dark; heavy ma.s.ses of cloud concealed the moon, and not a star was visible; the atmosphere was close and oppressive, and there reigned around a kind of unnatural stillness, unbroken by the flow of the sluggish river which moved on beside us. Our pace had been a rapid one for some time; and contrary to their wont the dragoons neither indulged in their gay songs nor merry stories, but kept together with more of military precision than they had hitherto a.s.sumed.
I conjectured from this that we were probably approaching the French lines; and on questioning the corporal, was told that such was the case.
A little after midnight we halted for a few moments to refresh the horses. Each man dismounted, and stood with his hand upon the bridle; and I could not but mark how the awful silence of the hour seemed to prey upon their spirits as they spoke together in low and broken whispers, as if fearful to interrupt the deep sleep of Nature. It was just then that every eye was directed to a bright star that burst out above the horizon, and seemed to expand gradually into a large ma.s.s of great brilliancy, and again to diminish to a mere speck--which it remained for some time, and then disappeared entirely. We continued gazing on the dark spot where this phenomenon had appeared, endeavouring by a hundred conjectures to explain it. Wearied at length with watching, we were about to continue our journey, when suddenly from the quarter from where the star had shone a rocket shot up into the dark sky and broke into ten thousand brilliant fragments, which seemed to hang suspended on high in the weight of the dense atmosphere. Another followed, and another; then, after a pause of some minutes, a blue rocket was seen to mount into the air, and explode with a report which even at the distance we stood was audible. Scarcely had its last fragments disappeared in the darkness when a low rumbling noise, like the booming of distant thunder, seemed to creep along the ground. Then came a rattling volley, as if of small-arms; and at last the whole horizon burst into a red glare, which forked up from earth to sky with a crash that seemed to shake the very ground beneath us. Ma.s.ses of dark, misshapen rock sprang into the blazing sky; millions upon millions of sparks glittered through the air; and a cry, like the last expiring wail of a drowning crew, rose above all other sounds--and all was still. The flame was gone; the gloomy darkness had returned; not a sound was heard; but in that brief moment four hundred of the French army met their graves beneath the castle of Burgos, which in their hurried retreat they had blown up, without apprising the troops who were actually marching beneath its very walls.
Our route was now resumed in silence; even the levity of the French soldiers had received a check; and scarcely a word pa.s.sed as we rode on through the gloomy darkness, anxiously looking for daybreak, to learn something of the country about us.
Towards sunrise we found ourselves at the entrance of a mountain pa.s.s traversed by the Ebro, which in some places almost filled the valley, and left merely a narrow path between its waters and the dark cliffs that frowned above. Here we proceeded--sometimes in single file; now tracing the signs of the retreating force which had just preceded us, now lost in astonishment at the prodigious strength of the position thus abandoned. But even these feelings gave way before a stronger one--our admiration of the exquisite beauty of the scenery. Glen after glen was seen opening as we advanced into this wide valley, each bearing its tributary stream to the mighty Ebro--the clear waters reflecting the broken crags, the waving foliage, and the bright verdure that beamed around, as orange-trees, laurels, and olives bent over the current, or shot up in taper spires towards the clear blue sky. How many a sheltered nook we pa.s.sed, with an involuntary longing to rest and linger among scenes so full of romantic beauty! But already the din of the retreating column was borne towards us on the breeze, the heavy, monotonous roll of large guns and caissons; while now and then we thought we could catch the swell of martial music blending through the other sounds. But soon we came up with waggons carrying the wounded and sick, who, having joined by another road, had fallen to the rear of the march. From them we learned that the King of Spain, Joseph himself, was with the advanced guard, and that the destination of the forces was Vittoria, where a junction with the _corps darmee_ of the other generals being effected, it was decided on giving battle to the Anglo-Spanish army.
As we advanced, our progress became slower and more difficult; close columns of infantry blocked up the road, or dense ma.s.ses of cavalry, with several hundred led horses and baggage mules, prevented all chance of getting forward. Gradually, however, the valley widened, the mountain became less steep; and by evening we reached a large plain, closed towards the north-east by lofty mountains, which I learned were the Pyrenees, and beheld in the far distance the tall spires of the city of Vittoria. Several roads crossed the plain towards the city, all of which were now crowded with troops--some pressing on in the direction of the town, others taking up their position and throwing up hasty embankments and stockades. Meanwhile the loaded waggons, with the spoil of the rich convents and the royal treasure, were seen wending their slow way beneath the walls of Vittoria on the road to Bayonne, escorted by a strong cavalry force, whose bright helmets and breastplates p.r.o.nounced them Cuira.s.siers de la Garde. The animation and excitement of the whole scene was truly intense, and as I rode along beside the corporal, I listened with eagerness to his account of the various regiments as they pa.s.sed hither and thither and took up their positions on the wide plain.
"There, look yonder," said he, "where that dark ma.s.s is defiling beside the pine wood! See how they break into parties; watch them, how they scatter along the low bank beside the stream under shelter of the brushwood. There were eight hundred men in that battalion: where are they now? All concealed--they are the tirailleurs of the army; and see on that low mound above them where the flag is flying--the guns are about to occupy that height. I was right, you see; there they come, six, seven, eight pieces of heavy metal. _Sacrebleu!_ that must be a place of some consequence."
"What are the troops yonder with the red tufts in their caps, and scarlet trousers?"
"_Ah, parbleu!_ your countrymen will soon know to their cost: they are the Infanterie de la Garde. There"s not a man in the column you are looking at who is not _decore_."
"Look at this side, monsieur! See the Cha.s.seurs a Cheval," said Annette, putting her hand on my arm, while her bright eyes glanced proudly at the glittering column which advanced by a road near us--coming along at a sharp trot, their equipment clattering, their horses highly conditioned, and the splendid uniform of light blue and silver giving them a most martial air.
"Bah!" said the corporal contemptuously, "these are the dragoons to my taste." So saying, he pointed to a dark column of heavy cavalry, who led their horses slowly along by a narrow causeway; the long black horse-hair trailed from their dark helmets with something of a gloomy aspect, to which their flowing cloaks of deep blue added.
"The Cuira.s.siers de Milhauds. But look--look yonder! _Tonnerre de ciel!_ see that!"
The object to which my attention was now directed was a park of artillery that covered the whole line of road from the Miranda pa.s.s to the very walls of Vittoria.
"Two hundred, at least," exclaimed he, after counting some twenty or thirty of the foremost. "_Ventre bleu!_ what chance have you before the batteries of the Guard?"
As he spoke, the drums beat across the wide plain; a continuous dull roll murmured along the ground. It ceased; the trumpets brayed forth a call; a clanging crash followed, and I saw that the muskets were brought to the shoulder, as the bayonets glanced in the sun and the sharp sabres glittered along the squadrons. For a second or two all was still, and then the whole air was rent with a loud cry of "_Vive le Roi!_" while a mounted party rode slowly from the left, and entering one of the gates of the city disappeared from our sight. Night was now beginning to fail, as we wended our way slowly along towards the walls of Vittoria--it being the corporal"s intention to deliver his prisoner into the hands of the _etat major_ of Marshal Jourdan.
CHAPTER LIII. VITTORIA
What a contrast to the scene without the walls did the city of Vittoria present! Scarcely had we left behind us the measured tread of moving battalions, the dark columns of winding cavalry, when we entered streets brilliantly lighted. Gorgeous and showy equipages turned everywhere; music resounded on all sides; servants in splendid liveries made way for ladies in all the elegance of evening dress, enjoying the delicious coolness of a southern climate at sunset; groups of officers in full uniform chatted with their fair friends from the balconies of the large majestic houses; the sounds of gaiety and mirth were heard from every open lattice, and the c.h.i.n.k of the castanet and the proud step of the fandango echoed around us.
Women, dressed in all the perfection of Parisian coquetry, loitered along the streets, wondering at the strange sights the Spanish city afforded--themselves scarcely less objects of wonder to the dark-eyed senoras, who, with close-drawn mantillas, peered cautiously around them to see the strangers. Young French officers swaggered boastfully about with the air of conquerors, while now and then some tall and swarthy Spaniard might be seen lowering with gloomy frown from under the broad shadow of his sombrero, as if doubting the evidence of his own senses at seeing his native city in the occupation of the usurper.
In the open plazas, too, the soldiers were picketed, and stood in parties around their fires, or lay stretched on the rich tapestries they had carried away as spoils from the southern provinces. Cups and goblets of the rarest handiwork and of the most costly materials were strewn about them. The vessels of the churches; the rich cloths of gold embroidery that had decorated the altars; pictures, the _chefs-d"oeuvre_ of the first masters--all were there, in one confused heap, among baskets of fruit, wine-skins, ancient armour, and modern weapons. From time to time some brilliant staff would pa.s.s, usually accompanied by ladies, who seemed strangely mixed up with all the military display of the scene.
My guide, after conversing for a few moments with a _sous-officier_ of his regiment, turned from the Plaza into a narrow street, the termination to which was formed by a large building now brilliantly lit up. As we approached, I perceived that two sentries were on guard at the narrow gate, and a large banner, with the imperial "N" in the centre, waved heavily over the entrance. "This is _le quartier general,_ said the corporal, dropping his voice respectfully, as we drew near. At the same instant a young officer, whose long plume bespoke him as an aide-de-camp, pushed past us; but, turning hastily round, said something I could not catch to the corporal. "Bien, mon lieutenant," said the latter, carrying his hand to his shako. "Follow me, monsieur," said the officer, addressing me, and the next moment I found myself in a large and richly furnished room, when having motioned me to be seated, he left me.
My meditations, such as they were, were not suffered to be long, for in a few seconds the aide-de-camp made his appearance, and with a low bow requested me to accompany him.
"The general will receive you at once," said he.
I eagerly asked his name.
"Le General Oudinot."
"Ah, the Marshal?"
"No; his brother. I perceive you are a young soldier; so let me give you a hint. Don"t mind his manner; "c"est un brave homme" at bottom, but"--the loud burst of laughter from a room at the end of the corridor drowned the conclusion of his speech, and before I had time for another question the door opened, and I was introduced.
In a small but richly furnished chamber sat four officers round a table covered with a magnificent display of silver cups and plate, and upon which a dessert was spread, with flasks of French and Spanish wine, and a salver holding cigars; a book, apparently an orderly book, was before them, from which one of the party was reading as I came in. As the aide-de-camp announced me they all looked up, and the general, for I knew him at once, fixing his eyes steadily on me, desired me to approach.
As I obeyed his not very courteous order, I had time to perceive that the figure before me was that of a stout, square-built man of about fifty-five or sixty. His head was bald; his eyebrows, of a bushy grey, were large and meeting. A moustache of the same grizzly appearance shaded his lip, and served to conceal two projecting teeth, which, when he spoke, displayed themselves like boar"s tusks, giving a peculiarly savage expression to his dark and swarthy countenance. The loose sleeve of his coat denoted that he had lost his left arm high up; but whenever excited, I could see that the short stump of the amputated limb jerked convulsively in a manner it was painful to look at.
"What, a deserter! a spy! Eh, what is it, Alphonse?"
The aide-de-camp, blushing, whispered some few words rapidly, and the general resumed--
"Ha! Be seated, monsieur." The officers of the imperial army know how to treat their prisoners; though, _pardieu_, they can"t teach their enemies the lesson! You have floating prisons, they tell me, in England, where my poor countrymen die of disease and starvation. _Sacre Dieu!_ what cruelty!"
"You have been misinformed, General. The nation I belong to is uniformly humane to all whom chance of war has made its prisoners, and never forgets that the officers of an army are gentlemen."
"Ha! what do you mean?" said he, becoming dark with pa.s.sion, as he half rose from his seat; then, stopping suddenly short, he continued in a voice of suppressed anger, "Where are your troops? What number of men has your Villainton got with him?"
"Of course," said I, smiling, "you do not expect me to answer such questions."
"Do you refuse it?" said he, with a grim smile.
"I do distinctly refuse," was my answer.
"What rank do you hold in your service?"
"I am but a subaltern."
"_Tenez!_" said another of the party, who for some time past had been leisurely conning over the despatches which had been taken from me, "You are called "capitaine" here, monsieur."
"Ha! ha! What say you to that?" cried the general exultingly. "Read it, Chamont."
""The despatches which Captain Airey will deliver----"
Is it not so?" said he, handing me the paper.
"Yes," said I coolly; "he is the senior aide-de-camp; but being employed on General Graham"s staff, now occupied in the pursuit of your army----"