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Sharpes Siege :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 93 из 223The quill paused and Bampfylde persuaded himself that he did Major Sharpe a favour by not writing a description of the Rifleman’s disobedience, and further persuaded himself that it might be better, all round, if Sharpe’s name did not appear in the description of the fort’s capture at all. Why raise the subject of a fellow-officer’s failure to follow orders?
“Going forward with a file of men under Lieutenant of Marines Fytch,” Bampfylde resumed, “I succeeded in drawing the Enemy fire and thus marking the position of the skilfully hidden battery to my flanking force that was under the command of Captain Palmer. The Guns were taken at point of cutlass and sword. Due to the Temerity and Masterful Gallantry shown by the men under my command our losses were trifling.” That seemed eminently just to Bampfylde. After all the guns had been physically taken by the Marines and it seemed hardly necessary to spell out the trifling point that the gun crews had already been captured. Guns were guns, and next to enemy flags, were valuable trophies. That thought gave Bampfylde pause. He had already sequestered the French tricolour that had flown over the Teste de Buch, but his Midshipman had so far failed to find the American ensign. That must be diligently sought, Bampfylde thought, as he bent again to his literary labours.
“At this time, the Scylla, Captain Duncan Grant, was, as per my orders, fully engaging the guns of the fort with her main batteries. Thus distracted, the defenders were disconcerted by the sudden appearance from the woods, of my land force. Deeming the moment opportune, I went forward to the Escalade. It is with the Greatest Pleasure and Satisfaction that I make known to Their Lordships the Very Gallant Behaviour of Lieutenant Ford, who with the Utmost Intrepidity, was at the Forefront of the attack. In the crossing of two ditches, two walls, and the enceinte of the enemy position, Lieutenant Ford showed a True British spirit, as did the Marines who followed us in the Assault.” Bampfylde frowned, wondering whether he had over-egged the pudding a little, but it was important that Ford, who had noble connections in London, should feel pleased with this despatch. Bampfylde, still frowning, was concerned that their Lordships would realize that Ford, who had been described as so very gallant, was at all times at Bampfylde’s side and that the enconium so generously penned should, in reality, be read as applying to the author.
Captain Bampfylde was not certain that meaning was entirely plain, yet he knew their Lordships to be subtle men, and he must trust to their perspicacity. Again he scanned his words as a test for truth. He and Ford had indeed crossed two ditches and walls, all of them thanks to the drawbridge which had been captured by Sharpe’s Riflemen, but it would do no harm for the word ‘escalade’ to suggest a desperate struggle.
“Going forward with a file of men under Lieutenant of Marines Fytch,” Bampfylde resumed, “I succeeded in drawing the Enemy fire and thus marking the position of the skilfully hidden battery to my flanking force that was under the command of Captain Palmer. The Guns were taken at point of cutlass and sword. Due to the Temerity and Masterful Gallantry shown by the men under my command our losses were trifling.” That seemed eminently just to Bampfylde. After all the guns had been physically taken by the Marines and it seemed hardly necessary to spell out the trifling point that the gun crews had already been captured. Guns were guns, and next to enemy flags, were valuable trophies. That thought gave Bampfylde pause. He had already sequestered the French tricolour that had flown over the Teste de Buch, but his Midshipman had so far failed to find the American ensign. That must be diligently sought, Bampfylde thought, as he bent again to his literary labours.
“At this time, the Scylla, Captain Duncan Grant, was, as per my orders, fully engaging the guns of the fort with her main batteries. Thus distracted, the defenders were disconcerted by the sudden appearance from the woods, of my land force. Deeming the moment opportune, I went forward to the Escalade. It is with the Greatest Pleasure and Satisfaction that I make known to Their Lordships the Very Gallant Behaviour of Lieutenant Ford, who with the Utmost Intrepidity, was at the Forefront of the attack. In the crossing of two ditches, two walls, and the enceinte of the enemy position, Lieutenant Ford showed a True British spirit, as did the Marines who followed us in the Assault.” Bampfylde frowned, wondering whether he had over-egged the pudding a little, but it was important that Ford, who had noble connections in London, should feel pleased with this despatch. Bampfylde, still frowning, was concerned that their Lordships would realize that Ford, who had been described as so very gallant, was at all times at Bampfylde’s side and that the enconium so generously penned should, in reality, be read as applying to the author.
Captain Bampfylde was not certain that meaning was entirely plain, yet he knew their Lordships to be subtle men, and he must trust to their perspicacity. Again he scanned his words as a test for truth. He and Ford had indeed crossed two ditches and walls, all of them thanks to the drawbridge which had been captured by Sharpe’s Riflemen, but it would do no harm for the word ‘escalade’ to suggest a desperate struggle.