""Ere"s a orficer," said Ortheris, significantly. "When the sergent"s done lushin", the privit may clean the pot."
I bundled several things into Mulvaney"s haversack before the major"s hand fell on my shoulder, and he said, tenderly: "Requisitioned for the queen"s service. Wolseley was quite wrong about special correspondents. They are the best friends of the soldier. Come an"
take pot-luck with us to-night."
And so it happened amid laughter and shoutings that my well-considered commissariat melted away to reappear on the mess-table, which was a water-proof sheet spread on the ground. The flying column had taken three days" rations with it, and there be few things nastier than government rations--especially when government is experimenting with German toys. Erbswurst, tinned beef, of surpa.s.sing tinniness, compressed vegetables, and meat biscuits may be nourishing, but what Thomas Atkins wants is bulk in his inside. The major, a.s.sisted by his brother officers, purchased goats for the camp, and so made the experiment of no effect. Long before the fatigue-party sent to collect brushwood had returned, the men were settled down by their valises, kettles and pots had appeared from the surrounding country, and were dangling over fires as the kid and the compressed vegetables bubbled together; there rose a cheerful clinking of mess tins, outrageous demands for a "little more stuffin" with that there liver wing," and gust on gust of chaff as pointed as a bayonet and as delicate as a gun-b.u.t.t.
"The boys are in a good temper," said the major. "They"ll be singing presently. Well, a night like this is enough to keep them happy."
Over our heads burned the wonderful Indian stars, which are not all p.r.i.c.ked in on one plane, but preserving an orderly perspective, draw the eye through the velvet darkness of the void up to the barred doors of heaven itself. The earth was a gray shadow more unreal than the sky. We could hear her breathing lightly in the pauses between the howling of the jackals, the movement of the wind in the tamarisks, and the fitful mutter of musketry fire leagues away to the left. A native woman in some unseen hut began to sing, the mail train thundered past on its way to Delhi, and a roosting crow cawed drowsily. Then there was a belt-loosening silence about the fires, and the even breathing of the crowded earth took up the story.
The men, full fed, turned to tobacco and song--their officers with them. Happy is the subaltern who can win the approval of the musical critics in his regiment, and is honored among the more intricate step dancers. By him, as by him who plays cricket craftily, will Thomas Atkins stand in time of need when he will let a better officer go on alone. The ruined tombs of forgotten Mussulman saints heard the ballad of "Agra Town," "The Buffalo Battery," "Marching to Cabul," "The long, long Indian Day," "The Place Where the Punkah Coolie Died," and that crashing chorus which announces
"Youth"s daring spirit, manhood"s fire, Firm hand, and eagle eye Must be acquire who would aspire To see the gray boar die."
To-day, of all those jovial thieves who appropriated my commissariat, and lay and laughed round that water-proof sheet, not one remains.
They went to camps that were not of exercise, and battles without umpires. Burma, the Soudan, and the frontier fever and fight took them in their time.
I drifted across to the men"s fires in search of Mulvaney, whom I found greasing his feet by the blaze. There is nothing particularly lovely in the sight of a private thus engaged after a long day"s march, but when you reflect on the exact proportion of the "might, majesty, dominion, and power" of the British Empire that stands on those feet, you take an interest in the proceedings.
"There"s a blister--bad luck to ut!--on the heel," said Mulvaney. "I can"t touch it. p.r.i.c.k ut out, little man."
Ortheris produced his housewife, eased the trouble with a needle, stabbed Mulvaney in the calf with the same weapon, and was incontinently kicked into the fire.
"I"ve bruk the best av my toes over you, ye grinnin" child av disruption!" said Mulvaney, sitting cross-legged and nursing his feet; then, seeing me: "Oh, ut"s you, sorr! Be welkim, an" take that maraudin" scut"s place. Jock, hould him down on the cindhers for a bit."
But Ortheris escaped and went elsewhere as I took possession of the hollow he had sc.r.a.ped for himself and lined with his greatcoat.
Learoyd, on the other side of the fire, grinned affably, and in a minute fell fast asleep.
"There"s the height av politeness for you," said Mulvaney, lighting his pipe with a flaming branch. "But Jock"s eaten half a box av your sardines at wan gulp, an" I think the tin too. What"s the best wid you, sorr; an" how did you happen to be on the losin" side this day when we captured you?"
"The Army of the South is winning all along the line," I said.
"Thin that line"s the hangman"s rope, savin" your presence. You"ll learn to-morrow how we retreated to dhraw thim on before we made thim trouble, an" that"s what a woman does. By the same token, we"ll be attacked before the dawnin", an" ut would be betther not to slip your boots. How do I know that? By the light av pure reason. Here are three companies av us ever so far inside av the enemy"s flank, an" a crowd av roarin", t"arin", an" squealin" cavalry gone on just to turn out the whole nest av thim. Av course the enemy will pursue by brigades like as not, an" then we"ll have to run for ut. Mark my words. I am av the opinion av Polonius, whin he said: "Don"t fight wid ivry scut for the pure joy av fightin"; but if you do, knock the nose av him first an" frequint!" We ought to ha" gone on an" helped the Goorkhas."
"But what do you know about Polonius?" I demanded. This was a new side of Mulvaney"s character.
"All that Shakespeare ever wrote, an" a dale more that the gallery shouted," said the man of war, carefully lacing his boots. "Did I not tell you av Silver"s Theater in Dublin whin I was younger than I am now, an" a patron av the drama? Ould Silver wud never pay actor, man or woman, their just dues, an" by consequence his comp"nies was collapsible at the last minut. Then the bhoys would clamor to take a part, an" oft as not ould Silver made them pay for the fun. Faith, I"ve seen Hamlut played wid a new black eye, an" the queen as full as a cornucopia. I remember wanst Hogin, that "listed in the Black Tyrone an" was shot in South Africa, he sejuced ould Silver into givin" him Hamlut"s part instid av me, that had a fine fancy for rhetoric in those days. Av course I wint into the gallery an" began to fill the pit wid other people"s hats, an" I pa.s.sed the time av day to Hogin walkin"
through Denmark like a hamstrung mule wid a pall on his back.
"Hamlut," sez I, "there"s a hole in your heel. Pull up your shtockin"s, Hamlut," sez I. "Hamlut, Hamlut, for the love av decincy, dhrop that skull, an" pull up your shtockin"s." The whole house began to tell him that. He stopped his soliloquishms mid between. "My shtockin"s may be comin" down, or they may not," sez he, screwin" his eye into the gallery, for well he knew who I was; "but afther the performince is over, me an" the Ghost"ll trample the guts out av you, Terence, wid your a.s.s"s bray." An" that"s how I come to know about Hamlut. Eyah! Those days, those days! Did you iver have onendin"
devilmint, an" nothin" to pay for it in your life, sorr?"
"Never without having to pay," I said.
"That"s thrue. "Tis mane, whin you considher on ut; but ut"s the same wid horse or fut. A headache if you dhrink, an" a bellyache if you eat too much, an" a heartache to kape all down. Faith, the beast only gets the colic, an" he"s the lucky man."
He dropped his head and stared into the fire, fingering his mustache the while. From the far side of the bivouac the voice of Corbet-Nolan, senior subaltern of B Company, uplifted itself in an ancient and much-appreciated song of sentiment, the men moaning melodiously behind him:
"The north wind blew coldly, she dropped from that hour, My own little Kathleen, my sweet little Kathleen, Kathleen, my Kathleen, Kathleen O"Moore!"
with forty-five o"s in the last word. Even at that distance you might have cut the soft South Irish accent with a shovel.
"For all we take we must pay; but the price is cruel high," murmured Mulvaney when the chorus had ceased.
"What"s the trouble?" I said gently, for I knew that he was a man of an inextinguishable sorrow.
"Hear now," said he. "Ye know what I am now. I know what I mint to be at the beginnin" av my service. I"ve tould you time an" again, an"
what I have not, Dinah Shadd has. An" what am I? Oh, Mary Mother av Hiven! an ould dhrunken, untrustable baste av a privit that has seen the regiment change out from colonel to drummer-boy, not wanst or twict, but scores av times. Ay, scores! An" me not so near gettin"
promotion as in the furst. An" me livin" on an" kapin" clear o" clink not by my own good conduck, but the kindness av some orf"cer-bhoy young enough to be son to me! Do I not know ut? Can I not tell whin I"m pa.s.sed over at p"rade, tho" I"m rockin" full av liquor an" ready to fall all in wan piece, such as even a suckin" child might see, bekase, "Oh, "tis only ould Mulvaney!" An" whin I"m let off in the ord"ly-room, through some thrick av the tongue an" a ready answer an"
the ould man"s mercy, is ut smilin" I feel whin I fall away an" go back to Dinah Shadd, thryin" to carry ut all off as a joke? Not I. "Tis h.e.l.l to me--dumb h.e.l.l through ut all; an" next time whin the fit comes I will be as bad again. Good cause the reg"ment has to know me for the best soldier in ut. Better cause have I to know mesilf for the worst man. I"m only fit to tache the new drafts what I"ll never learn myself; an" I am sure as tho" I heard ut, that the minut wan av these pink-eyed recruities gets away from my "Mind ye now," an" "Listen to this, Jim, bhoy," sure I am that the sergint houlds me up to him for a warnin". So I tache, as they say at musketry instruction, by direct an" ricochet fire. Lord be good to me! for I have stud some trouble."
"Lie down and go to sleep," said I, not being able to comfort or advise. "You"re the best man in the regiment, and, next to Ortheris, the biggest fool. Lie down, and wait till we"re attacked. What force will they turn out? Guns, think you?"
"Thry that wid your lorrds an" ladies, twistin" an" turnin" the talk, tho" you mint ut well. Ye cud say nothin" to help me, an" yet ye never knew what cause I had to be what I am."
"Begin at the beginning and go on to the end," I said, royally. "But rake up the fire a bit first." I pa.s.sed Ortheris" bayonet for a poker.
"That shows how little you know what to do," said Mulvaney, putting it aside. "Fire takes all the heart out av the steel, an" the next time, maybe, that our little man is fightin" for his life his bradawl"ll break, an" so you"ll "ave killed him, m"anin" no more than to kape yourself warm. "Tis a recruity"s thrick that. Pa.s.s the cl"anin"-rod, sorr."
I snuggled down, abashed, and after an interval the low, even voice of Mulvaney began.
II
"Did I ever tell you how Dinah Shadd came to be wife av mine?"
I dissembled a burning anxiety that I had felt for some months--ever since Dinah Shadd, the strong, the patient, and the infinitely tender, had, of her own good love and free will, washed a shirt for me, moving in a barren land where washing was not.
"I can"t remember," I said, casually. "Was it before or after you made love to Annie Bragin, and got no satisfaction?"
The story of Annie Bragin is written in another place. It is one of the many episodes in Mulvaney"s checkered career.
"Before--before--long before was that business av Annie Bragin an" the corp"ril"s ghost. Never woman was the worse for me whin I had married Dinah. There"s a time for all things, an" I know how to kape all things in place--barrin" the dhrink, that kapes me in my place, wid no hope av comin" to be aught else."
"Begin at the beginning," I insisted. "Mrs. Mulvaney told me that you married her when you were quartered in Krab Bokhar barracks."
"An" the same is a cess-pit," said Mulvaney, piously. "She spoke thrue, did Dinah. "Twas this way. Talkin" av that, have ye iver fallen in love, sorr?"
I preserved the silence of the d.a.m.ned. Mulvaney continued:
"Thin I will a.s.sume that ye have not. I did. In the days av my youth, as I have more than wanst told you, I was a man that filled the eye an"
delighted the sowl av women. Niver man was hated as I have been.
Niver man was loved as I--no, not within half a day"s march av ut. For the first five years av my service, whin I was what I wud give my sowl to be now, I tuk whatever was widin my reach, an" digested ut, an"
that"s more than most men can say. Dhrink I tuk, an" ut did me no harm. By the hollow av hiven, I could play wid four women at wanst, an" kape thim from findin" out anything about the other three, and smile like a full-blown marigold through ut all. d.i.c.k Coulhan, of the battery we"ll have down on us to-night, could dhrive his team no better than I mine; an" I hild the worser cattle. An" so I lived an" so I was happy, till afther that business wid Annie Bragin--she that turned me off as cool as a meat-safe, an" taught me where I stud in the mind av an honest woman. "Twas no sweet dose to take.
"Afther that I sickened a while an" tuk thought to my reg"mental work, conceiting mesilf I wud study an" be a sargint, an" a major-gineral twinty minutes afther that. But on top o" my ambitiousness there was an empty place in my sowl, an" me own opinion av mesilf cud not fill ut." Sez I to mesilf: "Terence, you"re a great man an" the best set up in the reg"ment. Go on an" get promotion." Sez mesilf to me, "What for?" Sez I to mesilf, "For the glory av ut." Sez mesilf to me, "Will that fill these two strong arrums av yours, Terence?" "Go to the devil," sez I to mesilf. "Go to the married lines," sez mesilf to me.
""Tis the same thing," sez I to mesilf. "Av you"re the same man, ut is," said mesilf to me. An" wid that I considhered on ut a long while.
Did you iver feel that way, sorr?"