The story of an Irish dragoon in the peninsular campaign under Lord Wellington during Napoleon Bonaparte's era. Full of accounts of daring exploits.
n to make you. Let me tell the story in print, and I'll give you five naps."
"Are you serious, Harry?" asked he. "Is this on honor?"
"On honor, assuredly," I replied.
"Let me have the money down, on the nail, and I'll give you leave to have me and my whole life, every adventure that ever befell me, ay, and if you like, every moral reflection that my experiences have suggested."
"Done!" cried I, "I agree."
"Not so fast," cried the diplomatist, "we must make a protocol of this; the high contracting parties must know what they give and what they receive, I'll draw out the treaty."
He did so at full length on a sheet of that solemn blue-tinted paper, so dedicated to despatch purposes; he duly set fourth the concession and the consideration. We each signed the document; he witnessed and sealed it; and Monsoon pocketed my five napoleons, filling a bumper to any success the bargain might bring me, and of which I have never had reason to express deep disappointment.
The amount of dragooning in this volume is on the order of five percent, the balance consisting almost entirely of Irish anecdotes of what would now be considered the stage-Irish. Entertaining and well-enough written, however.
The military portion starts with Arthur Wellesley's taking command in the Peninsula, and should lead to a series of interesting campaign vignettes in the second volume, assuming it can be found.