"Not a word more, sorr. Is ut excuses the old man wants? "Tis not my way, but he shall have thim. I"ll tell him I was engaged in financial operations connected wid a church," and he flapped his way to cantonments and the cells, singing l.u.s.tily--
"So they sent a corp"ril"s file, And they put me in the gyard-room For conduck unbecomin" of a soldier."
And when he was lost in the midst of the moonlight we could hear the refrain--
Bang upon the big drum, bash upon the cymbals, As we go marchin" along, boys, oh!
For although in this campaign There"s no whisky nor champagne, We"ll keep our spirits goin" with a song, boys!"
Therewith he surrendered himself to the joyful and almost weeping guard, and was made much of by his fellows. But to the colonel he said that he had been smitten with sunstroke and had lain insensible on a villager"s cot for untold hours; and between laughter and goodwill the affair was smoothed over, so that he could, next day, teach the new recruits how to "Fear G.o.d, Honour the Queen, Shoot Straight, and Keep Clean."
THE COURTING OF DINAH SHADD
What did the colonel"s lady think?
n.o.body never knew.
Somebody asked the sergeant"s wife An" she told "em true.
When you git to a man in the case They"re like a row o" pins, For the colonel"s lady an" Judy O"Grady Are sisters under their skins.
BARRACK-ROOM BALLAD.
Al day I had followed at the heels of a pursuing army engaged on one of the finest battles that ever camp of exercise beheld. Thirty thousand troops had by the wisdom of the Government of India been turned loose over a few thousand square miles of country to practise in peace what they would never attempt in war. Consequently cavalry charged unshaken infantry at the trot. Infantry captured artillery by frontal attacks delivered in line of quarter columns, and mounted infantry skirmished up to the wheels of an armoured train which carried nothing more deadly than a twenty-five pounder Armstrong, two Nordenfeldts, and a few score volunteers all cased in three-eighths-inch boiler-plate. Yet it was a very lifelike camp. Operations did not cease at sundown; n.o.body knew the country and n.o.body spared man or horse. There was unending cavalry scouting and almost unending forced work over broken ground. The Army of the South had finally pierced the centre of the Army of the North, and was pouring through the gap hot-foot to capture a city of strategic importance. Its front extended fanwise, the sticks being represented by regiments strung out along the line of route backwards to the divisional transport columns and all the lumber that trails behind an army on the move. On its right the broken left of the Army of the North was flying in ma.s.s, chased by the Southern horse and hammered by the Southern guns till these had been pushed far beyond the limits of their last support.
Then the flying sat down to rest, while the elated commandant of the pursuing force telegraphed that he held all in check and observation.
Unluckily he did not observe that three miles to his right flank a flying column of Northern horse with a detachment of Ghoorkhas and British troops had been pushed round, as fast as the failing light allowed, to cut across the entire rear of the Southern Army, to break, as it were, all the ribs of the fan where they converged by striking at the transport, reserve ammunition, and artillery supplies. Their instructions were to go in, avoiding the few scouts who might not have been drawn off by the pursuit, and create sufficient excitement to impress the Southern Army with the wisdom of guarding their own flank and rear before they captured cities. It was a pretty manoeuvre, neatly carried out.
Speaking for the second division of the Southern Army, our first intimation of the attack was at twilight, when the artillery were labouring in deep sand, most of the escort were trying to help them out, and the main body of the infantry had gone on. A Noah"s Ark of elephants, camels, and the mixed menagerie of an Indian transport-train bubbled and squealed behind the guns when there appeared from nowhere in particular British infantry to the extent of three companies, who sprang to the heads of the gun-horses and brought all to a standstill amid oaths and cheers.
"How"s that, umpire?" said the major commanding the attack, and with one voice the drivers and limber gunners answered "Hout!" while the colonel of artillery sputtered.
"All your scouts are charging our main body," said the major. "Your flanks are unprotected for two miles. I think we"ve broken the back of this division. And listen,--there go the Ghoorkhas!"
A weak fire broke from the rear-guard more than a mile away, and was answered by cheerful howlings. The Ghoorkhas, who should have swung clear of the second division, had stepped on its tail in the dark, but drawing off hastened to reach the next line of attack, which lay almost parallel to us five or six miles away.
Our column swayed and surged irresolutely,--three batteries, the divisional ammunition reserve, the baggage, and a section of the hospital and bearer corps. The commandant ruefully promised to report himself "cut up" to the nearest umpire, and commending his cavalry and all other cavalry to the special care of Eblis, toiled on to resume touch with the rest of the division.
"We"ll bivouac here to-night," said the major, "I have a notion that the Ghoorkhas will get caught. They may want us to re-form on. Stand easy till the transport gets away."
A hand caught my beast"s bridle and led him out of the choking dust; a larger hand deftly canted me out of the saddle; and two of the hugest hands in the world received me sliding. Pleasant is the lot of the special correspondent who falls into such hands as those of Privates Mulvaney, Ortheris, and Learoyd.
"An" that"s all right," said the Irishman calmly. "We thought we"d find you somewheres here by. Is there anything av yours in the transport?
Orth"ris "ll fetch ut out."
Ortheris did "fetch ut out," from under the trunk of an elephant, in the shape of a servant and an animal both laden with medical comforts. The little man"s eyes sparkled.
"If the brutil an" licentious soldiery av these parts gets sight av the thruck," said Mulvaney, making practised investigations, "they"ll loot ev"rything. They"re bein" fed on iron-filin"s an" dog-biscuit these days, but glory"s no compensation for a belly-ache. Praise be, we"re here to protect you, sorr. Beer, sausage, bread (soft an" that"s a cur"osity), soup in a tin, whisky by the smell av ut, an" fowls! Mother av Moses, but ye take the field like a confectioner! "Tis scand"lus."
"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 soldier"s best friends. Come and take pot-luck with us to-night."
And so it happened amid laughter and shoutings that my well-considered commissariat melted away to reappear later at the mess-table, which was a waterproof 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. Erbsenwurst, tinned beef of surpa.s.sing tinniness, compressed vegetables, and meat-biscuits may be nourishing, but what Thomas Atkins needs 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 vegetable 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 from 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. The subaltern is happy who can win the approval of the musical critics in his regiment, and is honoured among the more intricate step-dancers. By him, as by him who plays cricket cleverly, Thomas Atkins will 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 Kabul, 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 he 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. Burmah, 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 strategically 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 which 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 ut. p.r.i.c.k ut out, little man."
Ortheris took out his house-wife, eased the trouble with a needle, stabbed Mulvaney in the calf with the same weapon, and was swiftly 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"
scutt"s place. Jock, hold 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 whin we captured you?"
"The Army of the South is winning all along the line," I said.
"Then that line"s the hangman"s rope, savin" your presence. You"ll learn to-morrow how we rethreated to dhraw thim on before we made thim trouble, an" that"s what a woman does. By the same tokin, 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", tarin", squealin" cavalry gone on just to turn out the whole hornet"s nest av them. Av course the enemy will pursue, by brigades like as not, an" thin 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 scutt 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 Ghoorkhas."
"But what do you know about Polonius?" I demanded. This was a new side of Mulvaney"s character.
"All that Shakespeare iver 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 theatre 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 consequince his comp"nies was collapsible at the last minut. Thin the bhoys wud clamour 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 remimber 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 begun 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 this performince is over me an" the Ghost "ll trample the tripes 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 belly-ache if you eat too much, an" a heart-ache 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 moustache 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 drooped 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.