My adventures during the late war — Background and Themes
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ute to Verdun, under the escort of two _gendarmes_.
Our arrival at Verdun--A joyful reception--General Wirion--His indulgence towards the prisoners--The meetings of old shipmates and friends--Mental employment the best antidote against _ennui_ and dissipation--Restiveness at confinement--Anxiety to be again in the active service of Old England--Meditations upon an escape--Contrivances to avoid a breach of parole or any breach of honour--Three comrades, or _compagnons de voyage_--Scaling ramparts--A descent of seventy-two feet--The open country--The march commences--Flying by night, and hiding in woods by day--Heavy rains, dismal roads, and swampy beds, with bad fare and good hearts--Leaping a moat--A dislocated knee--The march resumed, and pursued lamely--The town of Neuville--Extreme sufferings from thirst--Water at length procured, anguish allayed, and the escape proceeded upon with renewed spirits.
On the 16th of July 1804 we arrived early at Fumez. Here an old woman doing the duty of crier attracted my notice. At a corner of one of the streets she began her preamble. She had a small bar of iron in one hand and a large key in the other, as a substitute for a bell. We were allowed to do as we pleased on our arrival, and to go to any inn we liked. Our guard informed us that the commandant of Givet had inserted in our _feuille de route_ that we should be considered as officers on parole and be treated accordingly.
From Fumez we were marched to Mezières, and put up at a tavern, being now officers of rank, which our landlady appeared to have been informed of. This old lady was, if possible, more extortionate than any we had yet met with. We found that, unless we previously made an agreement, particularly specifying what we wished, and regulating the price of every article, we should be liable to the greatest imposition; and this, indeed, is pretty generally the case throughout France. From Mezières we passed through Sedan, Stenay, and a small village, Sivry; and on the 23rd arrived at Verdun, the long-wished-for place of our ultimate destination.
We were received by Captain Brenton, our officers, and countrymen in the most joyful and cordial manner. For two nights, until we could procure lodgings, we were billeted at the inn Les Trois Maures, at which the Emperor Napoleon put up on his return after his splendid campaign in Germany and the Treaty of Tilsit. Two or three days after our arrival, Mr. Pridham introduced us to General Wirion, who gave us permission to walk in the suburbs, provided our commanding officer became responsible for our conduct, _corps pour corps_; which Lieutenant Pridham had done. In the course of a few days I procured lodgings, recently vacated by a _détenu_, Sir James de Bathe, with Mr. Ashworth, a midshipman, who had been one of my messmates in our late ship, the _Hussar_. He afterwards died at Minorca, in consequence of wounds he had received off Tarragona, when a lieutenant of H.M.S. _Centaur_, while in the act of snatching from destruction the unfortunate Spaniards who were being sabred by the French cavalry when rushing into the sea to our boats for protection.[9]
As soon as I found myself a little settled, in conjunction with my much-esteemed friend Ashworth I employed a French master, and pursued my studies with the utmost assiduity. I never left the town, except occasionally on race-days or days of other public amusements. It should be remarked that races, and all species of amusements that can deprive an Englishman of his property, or divert his attention for a moment, were allowed by the general who commanded the prisoners. I have been informed that there were fixed prices for all these indulgences. The hazard-table and _rouge et noir_ have been the destruction of many of our countrymen. Every kind of debauchery and libertinism, I am sorry to add, was permitted and practised in this town. Latterly, from the principal people of fashion and men of property being dispersed, horse-racing ceased, and gambling also, in a great degree.
Donat Henchy O'Brien's narrative of his captivity and escapes during the Napoleonic Wars is distinguished by a voice that blends meticulous observation with a wry, self-deprecating humor. The editor Charles Oman compares O'Brien's spirit to that of Captain Marryat's naval heroes, and indeed O'Brien's account of his flight through Bavaria reveals a man acutely aware of the absurdity of his situation—his 'Frenchified bows and scrapes' drawing laughter from locals even as he navigates the constant threat of recapture. The prose moves between tense, rapid sequences and moments of dark comedy, as when O'Brien's instinctive seaman's gesture nearly betrays his nationality.
A Voice Between Peril and Comedy
O'Brien's narrative voice is its own character: pragmatic, observant, and often amused by the incongruities of his plight. When he instinctively corrects a boatman's handling of a sail, he immediately recognizes the imprudence—'a Frenchman is seldom or never considered to be a sailor'—and the near-miss of exposure becomes a wry lesson in self-control. This blend of tension and humor recurs throughout the excerpts. The reader is never allowed to forget the stakes—chains, handcuffs, a dungeon—yet O'Brien's tone remains that of a resourceful midshipman recounting a near-miss over a drink. The editor's preface notes that O'Brien's escapes actually suggested plot elements to Marryat for Peter Simple, and the kinship is evident in the protagonist's blend of pluck and self-mockery.
Pace and the Geography of Flight
The excerpts show a careful modulation of pace that mirrors O'Brien's physical and psychological state. Early passages move in quick, breathless bursts: the sound of drums, the calculation of gate-closing times, the sudden discovery of soldiers behind him. The prose accelerates into 'double-quick march' as he rounds a corner to find himself at the bridge gate. But O'Brien also knows when to slow the narrative, as when he 'spins out' time in a village inn, eating sausages and wine while waiting for darkness. These pauses are not mere filler; they create a rhythm of hope and anxiety, of near-capture and reprieve. The geography of his route—picturesque villages, a lake, a fortified town—is rendered with enough specificity to anchor the flight in a real landscape, but the focus remains on the fugitive's shifting calculations.
The Editor's Frame and the Historical Record
Charles Oman's preface provides a crucial lens for reading O'Brien's text. Oman, a historian, situates the memoir among the 'many scores of diaries, autobiographies, and journals' of Napoleonic-era officers, noting that most are difficult to procure and rarely reprinted. He selects O'Brien's narrative for its 'minute description,' 'wonderful memory,' and 'humorous way of looking on the world.' This editorial framing invites the reader to approach the memoir not only as a personal adventure but as a historical document—one that Oman deems 'well worth republishing' for both the student and the general reader. The preface also reveals that O'Brien's escapes inspired Marryat's Peter Simple, a detail that adds a layer of literary-historical interest without overstating the memoir's influence.
Readers should attend to the shifts in narrative speed—the way O'Brien lingers over a meal or a landscape before plunging into a chase. These variations are not accidental; they reflect the psychological reality of a fugitive whose fate depends on timing and disguise. The memoir rewards those who read for voice as much as for incident, and who appreciate the self-awareness of a narrator who knows he is, at times, a comic figure in a deadly serious game.
Reading O'Brien’s perilous, oddly cheerful escapes, I thought of my grandmother’s quiet stubbornness during a long illness—how humor can shelter pain. That same resilient, unshowy grit surfaced years ago in An Englishwoman's twenty-five years in tropical Africa — Background and Themes, where endurance isn’t celebrated, just lived. Perhaps courage always feels less like heroics and more like simply continuing, one ordinary day after another.
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Jon Thompson - 1 month ago
{'type': 'positive', 'content': 'A gripping firsthand memoir of war that pulls no punches. The author’s vivid storytelling puts you right on the battlefield, experiencing the fear, courage, and camaraderie of those tumultuous times. His writing is honest and unflinching, yet filled with humanity. A valuable historical document and a captivating read that makes you appreciate the sacrifices made.'} -
Roberto Sawyer - 3 weeks ago
{'type': 'negative', 'content': 'This memoir is a missed opportunity. While the events described are inherently interesting, the writing is often choppy and lacks emotional depth. The author spends too much time on mundane details, neglecting to provide broader context or reflection. It feels like a rough draft that needed serious editing. Only for the most forgiving of war history fans.'} -
Heather Christina Duncan - 2 weeks ago
{'type': 'neutral', 'content': 'A personal account that offers a unique perspective on the conflict, rich in detail and personal anecdotes. The author’s prose is lively, but the narrative jumps around somewhat confusingly, and some military jargon may be hard to follow for novices. Still, a decent choice for history enthusiasts looking for an experiential narrative.'}
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