Soyer's Culinary Campaign: Being Historical Reminiscences of the Late War.: With The Plain Art of Cookery for Military and Civil Institutions

certain quantity of wines and refreshments worthy of the illustrious guests I was about to receive. CHAPTER XXVIII. MY GREAT FIELD DAY. Invitations--Colonel Seymour’s kindness--He is wounded--Visit to the disabled officer--Desertions--Tents pitched at last--A gay scene--Bill of fare--My reception commences--The new stoves--Process of tasting--The fair sex--Arrival of the Allied generals and their staff--A luncheon _al fresco_--General Barnard’s _bon-mot_--Inspection of the stoves--Influx of visitors--Letters from the Allied commanders--Interview with Sir Edmund Lyons--Meeting of generals--Plans discussed--Various messes--Colonel Handcock and his lady--A sad change--An experiment--Colonel Daniell’s letter--A regimental kitchen. My gallant master of the ceremonies, Colonel Seymour, had kindly taken the most important part of my duty off my hands, by inviting all the heads of the military and medical authorities, with a great number of whom, in consequence of my short stay in the Crimea, I was not yet, or, at least, only partially acquainted. I had now removed to the _Edward_, and also left her, but still kept, if not a _pied à terre_ (as we say in French), at least a _pied sur mer_, for myself and people, in case I should require to go to Balaklava and stay there for the night. This was on the 26th of August, 1855--the 27th was to be the opening day. All my people had left for the camp, with arms and baggage. I was certain of success and without the slightest anxiety. On arriving at my field of operations, I learnt, to my deep sorrow, that my right hand, Colonel Seymour, had, during the night, been dangerously wounded in the trenches. I immediately went to his quarters to ascertain the nature of his wound. His servant told me, that for the present no one could tell; he had been struck by the splinter of a shell at the back of the neck, and lost a great deal of blood. The doctor then came out and informed me that the wound was not so bad as had been at first anticipated. His servant announced me, and although very weak, the colonel begged I would enter his tent. He was lying upon the ground