me shtories an" nonsinse gin"rally, I kept "em quiet in wan way an"
another, knockin" roun" the camp. "Twas bad even thin whin I was the Angil av Peace.
"I talked to me ould non-coms--they was sober--an" betune me an" thim we wore the draf" over into their tents at the proper time. The little orf"cer bhoy he conies round, dacint an" civil-spoken as might be.
""Rough quarthers, men," sez he, "but you can"t look to be as comfortable as in barricks. We must make the best av things. I"ve shut my eyes to a dale av dog"s thricks to-day, an" now there must be no more av ut."
"No more we will. Come an" have a dhrink, me son," sez Peg Barney, staggerin" where he stud. Me little orf"cer bhoy kep" his timper.
""You"re a sulky swine, you are," sez Peg Barney, an" at that the men in the tent began to laugh.
"I tould you me orf"cer bhoy had bowils. He cut Peg Barney as near as might be on the oi that I"d squshed whin we first met. Peg wint spinnin"
acrost the tent.
"Peg him out, Sorr," sez I, in a whishper.
"Peg him out!" sez me orf"cer bhoy, up loud, just as if "twas battalion p"rade an" he pickin" his wurrds from the Sargint.
"The non-coms tuk Peg Barney--a howlin" handful he was--an" in three minut"s he was pegged out--chin down, tight-dhrawn--on his stummick, a tent-peg to each arm an" leg, swearin" fit to turn a naygur white.
"I tuk a peg an"" jammed ut into his ugly jaw--"Bite on that, Peg Barney," I sez; "the night is settin" frosty, an" you"ll be wantin"
divarsion before the mornin". But for the Rig"lations you"d be bitin" on a bullet now at the thriangles, Peg Barney," sez I.
"All the draf" was out av their tents watchin" Barney bein" pegged.
"""Tis agin the Rig"lations! He strook him!" screeches out Scrub Greene, who was always a lawyer; an" some of the men tuk up the shoutin".
""Peg out that man!" sez me orf"cer bhoy, niver losin" his timper; an"
the non-coms wint in and pegged out Scrub Greene by the side av Peg Barney.
"I cud see that the draf" was comin" roun". The men stud not knowin"
fwhat to do.
""Get to your tents!" sez me orf"cer bhoy. "Sargint, put a sinthry over these two men."
"The men wint back into the tents like jackals, an" the rest av the night there was no noise at all excipt the stip av the sinthry over the two, an" Scrub Greene blubberin" like a child. "Twas a chilly night, an"
faith, ut sobered Peg Barney.
"Just before Revelly, me orf"cer bhoy comes out an" sez: "Loose those men an" send thim to their tents!" Scrub Greene wint away widout a word, but Peg Barney, stiff wid the cowld, stud like a sheep, thryin" to make his orf"cer undherstand he was sorry for playin" the goat.
"There was no tucker in the draf" whin ut fell in for the march, an"
divil a wurrd about "illegality" cud I hear.
"I wint to the ould Colour-Sargint and I sez:--"Let me die in glory,"
sez I. "I"ve seen a man this day!"
""A man he is," sez ould Hother; "the draf"s as sick as a herrin".
They"ll all go down to the sea like lambs. That bhoy has the bowils av a cantonmint av Gin"rals."
""Amin," sez I, "an" good luck go wid him, wheriver he be, by land or by sea. Let me know how the draf" gets clear."
"An" do you know how they did? That bhoy, so I was tould by letter from Bombay, bully-d.a.m.ned "em down to the dock, till they cudn"t call their sowls their own. From the time they left me oi till they was "tween decks, not wan av thim was more than dacintly dhrunk. An" by the Holy Articles av War, whin they wint aboord they cheered him till they cudn"t spake, an" that, mark you, has not come about wid a draf" in the mlm"ry av livin" man! You look to that little orf"cer bhoy. He has bowils. "Tis not ivry child that wud chuck the Rig"lations to Flanders an" stretch Peg Barney on a wink from a brokin an" dilapidated ould carkiss like mysilf. I"d be proud to serve--"
"Terence, you"re a civilian," said Dinah Shadd warningly.
"So I am--so I am. Is ut likely I wud forget ut? But he was a gran" bhoy all the same, an" I"m only a mudtipper wid a hod on me shoulthers.
The whiskey"s in the heel av your hand, Sorr. Wid your good lave we"ll dhrink to the Ould Rig"mint--three fingers--standin" up!" And we drank.
THE MUTINEY OF THE MAVERICKS
Sec. 7 (1)--Causing or Conspiring with other persons to cause a mutiny or sedition in forces belonging to Her Majesty"s Regular forces, Reserve forces, Auxiliary forces, or Navy.
When three obscure gentlemen in San Francisco argued on insufficient premises they condemned a fellow-creature to a most unpleasant death in a far country which had nothing whatever to do with the United States.
They foregathered at the top of a tenement-house in Tehama Street, an unsavoury quarter of the city, and, there calling for certain drinks, they conspired because they were conspirators by trade, officially known as the Third Three of the I. A. A.--an inst.i.tution for the propagation of pure light, not to be confounded with any others, though it is affiliated to many. The Second Three live in Montreal, and work among the poor there; the First Three have their home in New York, not far from Castle Garden, and write regularly once a week to a small house near one of the big hotels at Boulogne. What happens after that, a particular section of Scotland Yard knows too well and laughs at. A conspirator detests ridicule. More men have been stabbed with Lucrezia Borgia daggers and dropped into the Thames for laughing at Head Centres and Triangles than for betraying secrets; for this is human nature.
The Third Three conspired over whiskey c.o.c.ktails and a clean sheet of note-paper against the British Empire and all that lay therein. This work is very like what men without discernment call politics before a general election. You pick out and discuss, in the company of congenial friends, all the weak points in your opponents" organisation, and unconsciously dwell upon and exaggerate all their mishaps, till it seems to you a miracle that the hated party holds together for an hour.
"Our principle is not so much active demonstration--that we leave to others--as pa.s.sive embarra.s.sment, to weaken and unnerve," said the first man. "Wherever an organisation is crippled, wherever confusion is thrown into any branch of any department, we gain a step for those who take on the work; we are but the forerunners." He was a German enthusiast, and editor of a newspaper, from whose leading articles he quoted frequently.
"That cursed Empire makes so many blunders of her own that unless we doubled the year"s average I guess it wouldn"t strike her anything special had occurred," said the second man. "Are you prepared to say that all our resources are equal to blowing off the muzzle of a hundred-ton gun or spiking a ten-thousand-ton ship on a plain rock in clear daylight? They can beat us at our own game. Better join hands with the practical branches; we"re in funds now. Try a direct scare in a crowded street. They value their greasy hides." He was the drag upon the wheel, and an Americanised Irishman of the second generation, despising his own race and hating the other. He had learned caution.
The third man drank his c.o.c.ktail and spoke no word. He was the strategist, but unfortunately his knowledge of life was limited. He picked a letter from his breast-pocket and threw it across the table.
That epistle to the heathen contained some very concise directions from the First Three in New York. It said--
"The boom in black iron has already affected the eastern markets, where our agents have been forcing down the English-held stock among the smaller buyers who watch the turn of shares. Any immediate operations, such as western bears, would increase their willingness to unload.
This, however, cannot be expected till they see clearly that foreign iron-masters are willing to co-operate. Mulcahy should be dispatched to feel the pulse of the market, and act accordingly. Mavericks are at present the best for our purpose.--P. D. Q."
As a message referring to an iron crisis in Pennsylvania, it was interesting, if not lucid. As a new departure in organized attack on an outlying English dependency, it was more than interesting.
The second man read it through and murmured--"Already? Surely they are in too great a hurry. All that Dhulip Singh could do in India he has done, down to the distribution of his photographs among the peasantry.
Ho! Ho! The Paris firm arranged that, and he has no substantial money backing from the Other Power. Even our agents in India know he hasn"t.
What is the use of our organisation wasting men on work that is already done? Of course the Irish regiments in India are half mutinous as they stand."
This shows how near a lie may come to the truth. An Irish regiment, for just so long as it stands still, is generally a hard handful to control, being reckless and rough. When, however, it is moved in the direction of musketry-firing, it becomes strangely and unpatriotically content with its lot. It has even been heard to cheer the Queen with enthusiasm on these occasions.
But the notion of tampering with the army was, from the point of view of Tehama Street, an altogether sound one. There is no shadow of stability in the policy of an English Government, and the most sacred oaths of England would, even if engrossed on vellum, find very few buyers among colonies and dependencies that have suffered from vain beliefs. But there remains to England always her army. That cannot change except in the matter of uniform and equipment. The officers may write to the papers demanding the heads of the Horse Guards in default of cleaner redress for grievances; the men may break loose across a country town and seriously startle the publicans; but neither officers nor men have it in their composition to mutiny after the continental manner. The English people, when they trouble to think about the army at all, are, and with justice, absolutely a.s.sured that it is absolutely trustworthy.
Imagine for a moment their emotions on realising that such and such a regiment was in open revolt from causes directly due to England"s management of Ireland. They would probably send the regiment to the polls forthwith and examine their own consciences as to their duty to Erin; but they would never be easy any more. And it was this vague, unhappy mistrust that the I. A. A. were labouring to produce.
"Sheer waste of breath," said the second man after a pause in the council. "I don"t see the use of tampering with their fool-army, but it has been tried before and we must try it again. It looks well in the reports. If we send one man from here you may bet your life that other men are going too. Order up Mulcahy."
They ordered him up--a slim, slight, dark-haired young man, devoured with that blind rancorous hatred of England that only reaches its full growth across the Atlantic. He had sucked it from his mother"s breast in the little cabin at the back of the northern avenues of New York; he had been taught his rights and his wrongs, in German and Irish, on the ca.n.a.l fronts of Chicago; and San Francisco held men who told him strange and awful things of the great blind power over the seas. Once, when business took him across the Atlantic, he had served in an English regiment, and being insubordinate had suffered extremely. He drew all his ideas of England that were not bred by the cheaper patriotic prints from one iron-fisted colonel and an unbending adjutant. He would go to the mines if need be to teach his gospel. And he went, as his instructions advised, p. d. q.--which means "with speed"--to introduce embarra.s.sment into an Irish regiment, "already half-mutinous, quartered among Sikh peasantry, all wearing miniatures of His Highness Dhulip Singh, Maharaja of the Punjab, next their hearts, and all eagerly expecting his arrival." Other information equally valuable was given him by his masters. He was to be cautious, but never to grudge expense in winning the hearts of the men in the regiment. His mother in New York would supply funds, and he was to write to her once a month. Life is pleasant for a man who has a mother in New York to send him two hundred pounds a year over and above his regimental pay.
In process of time, thanks to his intimate knowledge of drill and musketry exercise, the excellent Mulcahy, wearing the corporal"s stripe, went out in a troopship and joined Her Majesty"s Royal Loyal Musketeers, commonly known as the "Mavericks," because they were masterless and unbranded cattle--sons of small farmers in County Clare, shoeless vagabonds of Kerry, herders of Ballyvegan, much wanted "moonlighters"
from the bare rainy headlands of the south coast, officered by O"Mores, Bradys, Hills, Kilreas, and the like. Never to outward seeming was there more promising material to work on. The First Three had chosen their regiment well. It feared nothing that moved or talked save the colonel and the regimental Roman Catholic chaplain, the fat Father Dennis, who held the keys of heaven and h.e.l.l, and blared like an angry bull when he desired to be convincing. Him also it loved because on occasions of stress he was used to tuck up his ca.s.sock and charge with the rest into the merriest of the fray, where he always found, good man, that the saints sent him a revolver when there was a fallen private to be protected, or--but this came as an afterthought his own gray head to be guarded.
Cautiously as he had been instructed, tenderly and with much beer, Mulcahy opened his projects to such as he deemed fittest to listen.
And these were, one and all, of that quaint, crooked, sweet, profoundly irresponsible and profoundly lovable race that fight like fiends, argue like children, reason like women, obey like men, and jest like their own goblins of the rath through rebellion, loyalty, want, woe, or war. The underground work of a conspiracy is always dull and very much the same the world over. At the end of six months--the seed always falling on good ground--Mulcahy spoke almost explicitly, hinting darkly in the approved fashion at dread powers behind him, and advising nothing more nor less than mutiny. Were they not dogs, evilly treated? had they not all their own and their national revenges to satisfy? Who in these days would do aught to nine hundred men in rebellion? Who, again, could stay them if they broke for the sea, licking up on their way other regiments only too anxious to join? And afterwards... here followed windy promises of gold and preferment, office and honour, ever dear to a certain type of Irishman.