352 REMINISCENCES OF 



nothing but tough mutton for ten days. Lovat is 

 a most delightful person, and so is his brother Alastair 

 Fraser. We all went down together and found the 

 rest of the regiment had moved down three miles on 

 to the battle-field. 



" Next morning breakfast at six. Two decent- 

 looking bodies turned up, and proved to be Colonel 

 Scobell and his staff-officer, D , both Scots Greys. 

 After some discussion it was arranged that we were 

 to move to Ladygrey ; Lovat on the left, us centre, 

 Scobell on the right. After marching three miles 

 we came to Fouchie's outposts, who galloped off. 

 We got on another five miles and then halted. 

 Meanwhile Fouchie had caught, wounded, and shot 

 on the ground, three more men. Next day Scobell 

 marched on with pack beasts, and left his con- 

 voy, which came into the valley where we camped, 

 within three yards of where I was having my bath. 

 It took four hours to pass. The Tasmanians were 

 left to help guard the convoy. Meanwhile, aided 

 and abetted by their officers, they spent their time in 

 looting two farms, so that night I was sent to one of 

 them, with twenty men, to prevent their burning it 

 as they threatened. I slept in a wood shed, which 

 was a palatial house after a week's trekking. Next 

 morning we were sent for in a hurry at 4 a.m., as the 

 column moved off at five. I was riding old ' Thady 

 O'Flynn ' (he is four) ; he was very fresh and bolted 

 and slipped his saddle over his shoulders and on to 

 his neck. The twenty gallant folk thud behind, and 

 the further (or faster) goes ' Thady O'Flynn '. 



