If Brag and Snipson were not on leave, I pa.s.sed a Sat.u.r.day and Sunday of utter misery. They used to bully me during the whole time. If they were on leave and I was seen about the Academy grounds, I was sure to be seized upon by some old cadet, whose neux was on leave, and who would f.a.g me during the two days. If I remained in my room I was pretty sure to be found, and ordered off to another division, to supply the place of a neux on leave.
At length I adopted a plan by which I managed to escape the afternoon f.a.gging on Sat.u.r.day, and then usually managed to get a walk on Sunday afternoons.
As soon as Snipson and Brag had gone on leave I used to take off my coat, get a book, and creep behind my bed, which was doubled up so as to give sufficient s.p.a.ce for me to sit there. Having arranged the curtains so as to show no indication of disturbance, I could enjoy a quiet read without the momentary fear that every footstep I heard would be that of an old cadet running to order me off to his room, or on some message.
The very first afternoon I tried this plan I found its value. I was snugly concealed when I heard some old cadet ask one of the corporals of my division if there were any neuxes there not on leave.
"Shepard is not," said the cadet.
"All right?" replied the other. "I want to send him to the "Red Lion"
for some lush. Shepard!" he shouted outside my window.
I remained perfectly quiet, hoping that my concealment was secure. The cadet then came round to my room, and, opening the door, evidently looked round the room. I was quiet as a mouse, but was in great fear that I might be discovered, and if I had I should have received heavy punishment.
"He"s not here," said the cadet; "perhaps he"s in the back yard."
My name was again shouted, but I did not answer; so the old cadet left, and I heard him say on leaving, "I suppose he"s f.a.gging over at the "Towers.""
By this artifice I managed to escape much of the f.a.gging on Sat.u.r.day afternoons, and had several hours" quiet, during which I could read or think as I liked. Unfortunately, however, I in a weak moment confided to another last-joined cadet the plan I practised in order to avoid being f.a.gged on Sat.u.r.days. I told him of my plan, because he was rarely on leave, and used to lead a very hard life of it on those days. By some means or other he was found out. I believe his boots were seen protruding from the bed, as he was a very long neux, and he received a severe thrashing for not answering when called. This discovery led the old cadets who wanted a f.a.g on Sat.u.r.days to look behind the beds for concealed last-joined, and I became a victim. It happened thus:--
An old cadet, named Lakeman, in my division wanted a f.a.g, and having noted that I was not read out as on leave, came to my room about five o"clock on one Sat.u.r.day, and called me. I remained quite quiet, hoping not to be discovered, for I had not then heard of the discovery that had been made of the last-joined behind his bed. Suddenly the curtains of my bed were pulled aside, and the foot of the bed let down, when I rolled over on the bed fully exposed to view.
"Now come to my room," said Lakeman, "and get a licking! This is the way you shirk, is it?"
I knew it was of no use making any excuses, I was found out; and so I went quietly to Lakeman"s room, received a thrashing with a racket, and was kept f.a.gging till Sunday evening, when Brag and Snipson returned.
Lakeman informed them both of his having found me shirking, and I discovered that I had at once established a bad reputation, and was a mark for all old cadets to fire off their anger upon.
The time was now coming for the half-yearly examinations, and the first cla.s.s of cadets were working very hard--a condition which rendered the life of a f.a.g somewhat easier, for the old cadets, instead of amusing themselves by bullying, used out of study to work in their rooms at mathematics and fortification. It was now a matter of frequent occurrence for lights to be kept up in various rooms in order that the cadets who were either trying for Engineers, or had doubts about getting into the "batch," might work after hours. There was great risk in this keeping up lights; and Brag, who did not want to work, would not let Snipson keep up lights in his room. This made Snipson very angry, but Brag was decided about it, not on principle, but because the situation of his room was such as to make detection easy. At this crisis I obtained for myself considerable reputation for inventing a means by which Snipson could work of a night, and yet stand no chance of being found out keeping up lights. The plan was this:--
Some small squat wax lights, used by nurses to "watch baby," were procured. These were not more than an inch high, and by themselves gave very little light. One of these being lighted was placed at the far end of the large water-can which was used in our room. The inside of this can, being very shiny, reflected the light and increased its power. The can was laid horizontally and in the bed, and was covered over by wet towels, so that it did not get too hot. By turning the can occasionally also, the wax burner shifted its position, and heated another part of the can. By placing a book at the mouth of the can, any one in bed could read easily.
Having explained this method to Snipson, he got Brag to consent to his adopting it, and he could then read for an hour or two every night.
The safety of the plan was once fully shown, for the officer on duty once took it into his head to come round the rooms about eleven at night, and came very quickly to our room. Snipson had not time to put out the light, so he covered the bedclothes over the mouth of the can, stuck up his knees so as to conceal the shape of it, and lay quite still. The officer turned his dark lantern onto him, gave a good look, and walked out, not the slightest indication of a light being visible.
By this means Snipson was enabled to read at night without much risk, and he complimented me by telling me, after all, I was not such a fool as I looked!
In my own case I could not study by night, as I was not allowed to keep up lights. Such a proceeding would have been considered "cool," and would have entailed a thrashing. I did not, however, feel disposed to work. I had so much anxiety to avoid my daily thrashing, or extra drill, or kicks, for various things, that actual progress in my studies seemed by comparison a very trifling matter. I hoped I should pull throughout did not think much about it.
CHAPTER NINE.
I COME OUT AS A RUNNER.
I may now devote a few lines to the description of the cadets of my own batch who joined with me, and with whom I was to compete during my career at the Academy.
There were among the cla.s.s some amusing characters, and others who had marked individualities. Boys (for we were boys at that time, being between fifteen and seventeen) have a singular peculiarity of being turned out in similar patterns--that is, two boys belonging to different families, who have never met and never been in similar conditions, yet very often have exactly similar peculiarities. There was Kirk, who never would rub up Indian ink or Prussian blue for himself, but would always take dips from the saucers of other cadets. Then Sykes usually began to work fearfully hard just when it was time to turn out; and Pagner, another cadet, prided himself on being above Swat, and never seemed to work at all--the fact being that he drove off all his half-year"s work till the last fortnight, and then tried to make up the leeway by cramming night and day. He, however, could not manage this, and, as the event proved, was spun at his probationary.
One of my greatest friends was D"Arcy. He was next above me in the batch, and had been prepared for Woolwich by a private tutor. We found that we had in common a taste for natural history, and whenever we had a chance we used to go out in the Shooter"s Hill woods and look for the various grubs or insects that we were interested in. The way we used to race up the hill and back again revealed to me a fact about myself that I was before unacquainted with, viz, that I was a very fast runner for about one hundred and fifty yards.
A boy who had been brought up as much alone as I had could not judge of himself by a fair comparison, and though at Hostler"s I was considered a good runner, running was not much practised or thought of there.
D"Arcy, however, told me that he had been thought a very fast runner by a boy who was a crack runner at Eton, and he was surprised to find how easily I beat him.
In those days, at the Academy, there were no annual athletic sports as there are now, for which the cadets regularly trained, and which made a pleasant break during the half-year; and the only use of being a good runner was in securing the first bat at cricket; for this was considered to be the prize of the cadet who first touched the lodge when the parade was broken off. This first bat I had frequently secured, and, though I had not put out all my speed, I found I could beat some of the cadets whose running I had heard spoken of as very good.
The subject of running having been discussed one day at our squad at dinner, the head of the squad said he thought Horsford, a cadet in his third term, the fastest hundred-yards" runner he had ever seen. Now, on two occasions that I had run for the first bat I had tried against Horsford, and on each occasion his position in the line had given him at least three yards" start of me; still I had gained on him so that only a yard separated us at last. From these trials I believed I could beat Horsford, and, remembering the advice Howard had given me about being prepared for any contest, I determined to keep up my running, and so I generally ran one or two hundred yards at speed each day.
No one besides D"Arcy had noticed that I was very fast in running, so I was what may be called "a dark horse," and I had a certain amount of ambition in wishing to try my speed against Horsford.
One evening, when Brag was in a good temper, I said, "Who do you think the fastest runner in the Academy?"
"For a hundred and twenty yards Horsford is. He has won nearly every race he has run at that distance," replied Brag.
"I don"t think he could give me ten yards in one hundred and twenty," I replied.
Brag looked at me with curiosity when I said this, and asked if I could run well.
I told him I believed I could, as I had tried several times, and generally secured first bat (which, however, I was never allowed to retain if an old cadet was near).
"I can run fairly," said Brag, "so I can soon find out what you can do.
Come out and have a trial. It"s nearly dark, so we can keep the secret."
Brag and I went out on the parade and paced off a hundred and twenty yards, and laid down a white handkerchief to mark the distance. We started ourselves, and commenced our race. Before we had gone thirty yards I found I could go away from Brag very, easily. I kept beside him for about seventy yards and then shot away, and beat him by nearly ten yards.
When we pulled up, Brag said, "By George, you can run! Let me get my wind, and then see if you can give me ten yards in one hundred and twenty."
After a few minutes, Brag announced himself ready, and, having measured ten good paces, we started at "One, two, three, and away!" and commenced our second trial. Not being able to see the handkerchiefs till near them, I did not know how to arrange my speed. I, however, caught and pa.s.sed Brag, and won by about two yards.
"I don"t think there is anything the matter with me," said Brag, "and I believe I"ve run all right; and if so, you"ve a tremendous turn of speed. Now, you keep quiet about this, and I"ll have some fun."
We went again to our rooms, and Brag recommenced his work and said nothing to Snipson about our trial race.
On the following morning we had examinations, and those who had finished their papers came out of academy. There was no drill, so the cadets were scattered about the parade kicking the football and trying to kick it against the face of the clock. I was looking on at this, and watching for a chance of a kick, when I heard one old cadet call out to another,--
"There"s going to be a race soon?"
"Is there?" replied the cadet spoken to. "Yes, Brag says he"s got a neux he will back for one hundred and twenty yards against Horsford, if he will give the neux five yards" start."
"Who is the neux?" inquired the cadet. "I believe it"s Brag"s own neux--young Shepard."
"Oh, he"s too short to run! Horsford will lick his head off! Here comes Brag?"
I now saw Brag and about twenty old cadets coming from the library, and my name was soon called. I went up to Brag, who said,--
"Shepard, you"ve to run a race for me, and if you don"t win I"ll scrag you! It"s one hundred and twenty yards, and you get five yards" start."
I asked leave to go to my room to get a pair of light shoes to run in, and, on coming out, found Horsford with flannel trousers on, and all ready for the race. By this time all the cadets had come out of academy, and as any excitement was welcome, they all a.s.sembled on parade and made two lines, between which we were to run. The distance was carefully measured off, and I was placed five yards in front of Horsford.
"Now mind your laurels, Horsford!" said one of his backers; "don"t shave it too close!"