460 LIEUT,-GENERAL THOMAS DYNELEY, 0.B., B.A. 
their horses made a dash at me for my time-piece, one of them put his 
hand into my pantaloon pocket in which was the silver pencil-case 
Charles gave me, my pocket comb and lip-salve box Dora gave me. 
The fellow having grasped his booty, could not get his hand out 
again, and he more than once lifted me off my feet; at last he extri- 
cated himself by tearing my pocket entirely out. Finding they 
had not got my watch, they returned and succeeded in getting it, and 
made off with it, previously agreeing to share it amongst the five. 
They had no sooner left me than two other fellows came up with 
“deme sua denaro.” I told them I had given it all up and turned my 
pockets out to show them. They said 1 had more. I said “no,” upon 
which they commenced thrashing me across the shoulders with the flat 
of their swords ; when they found they could get nothing, one of them 
said “deme sua vestita”’ (my jacket). I said I was an English officer 
and had no other ; they appeared a little ashamed and rode off. 
A staff officer then rode up and asked me what country I came from? 
“ Hngland,” says I, “signor,’ which seemed to please him mightily, 
and he took me off to a General officer who was near at the time, who 
addressed me in Hnglish—at least, it was nearer our language than any 
other. He asked me what cavalry we had in the field, I said 8000; he 
told me I had told a lie and desired I would speak the truth. I said 
Lord Wellington, had that number with him, but that perhaps he had 
not at the moment more than 38000 in the field, (though I knew his 
Lordship had not more than the latter number altogether with this 
part of the army). ‘The General then rode away shaking his fingers at 
me and saying I was a bad one. 
I was then given in charge to one of his orderlies to be marched to 
the rear. He had not taken me above 100 yards before he desired me 
to give up my spurs, a very favourite pair Bertie Cator! gave me many 
years ago ab Malta; by the time I had got them off, up came all the 
poor fellows belonging to our guns, some of them most dreadfully 
mangled. Though we were all sorry to find ourselves in such a 
situation, yet we were naturally happy to be together. At this 
moment a General rode across near me, and I called to him to allow 
his surgeon to dress my wounded, which he instantly consented to do 
and I got them bound up as comfortably as I could expect; one poor 
fellow, a corporal, had nine wounds. I had him dressed first and 
laid aside, and was attending to another, when the corporal called to 
me to say he was dying and that a Frenchman was stripping him. I 
looked round and there the fellow was pulling his boots off; he paid 
no attention to what I said, and I suppose if I had said much more he 
would soon have had mine off. 
Well, having got the worst of them dressed we marched off to a 
village (I do not remember the name) about two leagues from the 
field. On the road there I got most completely knocked up and made 
Bombardier Morgan give me his urm; however, I soon found I could 
go but little further and the sentry behind me kept constantly hitting 
me with the butt-end of his musket with “ allons / allons! coquin.” I 
1 Lieutenant William Cator (Kane’s List, No. 1134). 
