ghing
at a Portuguese soldier who had just passed by saying he was
'offendido' ... when the Duke was struck down, but he immediately
rose and laughed all the more at being 'offendido' himself.
During the battles of the Pyrenees Cole proposed to the Duke and
his staff to go and eat a very good dinner he had ordered for
himself at his house in the village he occupied, as he could not
leave his division. They went and dined, and then the Duke went
into the next room and threw himself upon a bed without a
mattress, on the boards of which he presently went to sleep with
his despatch-box for a pillow. Fitzroy and the aides-de-camp
slept in chairs or on the floor scattered about. Presently
arrived, in great haste and alarm, two officers of artillery,
Captain Cairne and another, who begged to see the Duke, the
former saying that he had just brought up some guns from the
rear, and that he had suddenly found himself close to the enemy
and did not know what to do. They went and woke the Duke, who
desired him to be brought in. The officer entered and told his
story, when the Duke said, very composedly, 'Well, Sir, you are
certainly in a very bad position, and you must get out of it in
the best way you can,' turned round, and was asleep again in a
moment.

[5] [Afterwards Lord Raglan. He lost his arm at Waterloo,
and commanded the British army in the Crimea, where he
died in 1855.]

Lord Fitzroy gave me an account of the battle of Salamanca,
exactly corresponding with that which the Duke himself gave me
last year at Burghley, but with some additional details. They
were going to dine in a farmyard, but the shot fell so thick
there that the mules carrying the dinner were ordered to go to
another place. There the Duke dined, walking about the whole time
munching, with his field-glass in his hand, and constantly
looking through it. On a sudden, he exclaimed, 'By G--, they are
extending their line; order my horses.' The horses were brought
and he was off in an instant, followed only by his old German
dragoon, who went with him everywhere. The aides-de-camp followed
as quickly as they could. He galloped straight to Pakenham's
division and desired him immediately to begin the attack.
Pakenham said, 'Give me your hand, and it shall be done.' The
Duke very gravely gave him his hand, Pakenham shook it warmly and
then hastened off. The French were attacked directly after.

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