A Gallant Grenadier: A Tale of the Crimean WarBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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A Gallant Grenadier: A Tale of the Crimean War
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Crimean War, 1853-1856 -- Juvenile fiction
"Timms and I sleep here," he remarked, with his pipe firmly clenched
between his teeth, "and you'll put your rugs down on the floor. We'll
mess together, and you'll find that five bob a week joined to our two
fives will feed us well and leave the rest in our pockets. The other
chaps has their own messes. I'll take yer round to see them soon.
They're a queer lot; some has been sailors and soldiers, and some
anything at all. Others has been at this game all their lives. You'll
learn to know them all in a few days, and I'll give yer a hint--keep
clear of the rowdy ones. They soon gets the sack, for the boss is very
particular, and won't have no drinking and such like goings-on.
"Now about your job. What do you know of animals, and what class are
yer on top of a horse what ain't 'xactly a camel?"
"I am sorry to say I am hopelessly ignorant of the first," Phil
answered. "I've ridden horses often, and can manage to keep in my
saddle as a rule, but cannot boast that I am a good horseman."
"Oh, you'll do! besides, I can see you're willing to learn and has got
the grit to stick to things that might bother others of your sort.
You're to be my mate, and for a time, at any rate, we shall be on the
move. The gent who runs this business keeps five and six such vans as
this moving most of the year, besides the cages, of course, which
follow.
"You see, agents in furrin parts collects lions and every sort of animal
down to snakes, and sends them to England. No sooner does the ship come
alongside the river dock than some of us are there with cages, mounted
on wheels and drawn by horses. We unload the animals, slip 'em into the
cage, and bring them here. A day or two later, perhaps a week, or even
as long after as a month, someone wants one or other of them beasts, and
arranges to buy him from the guv'nor. Then in he goes into the
travelling-cage again, and off we take him to wherever he's been
ordered. Of course there's railroads nowadays; but they are risky
things at any time, and the wild beasts we deal in catch cold, and fall
sick so easy that it's been found cheaper and safer to take 'em by road.
And a very pleasant life it is, to be sure. With two of us on the
beat, and drawing our own house, we're as comfortable as chaps could
wish for. Every day there's something different to look at and ask
questions about, and every evening, when yer pull up on some wayside
piece of ground and start to water and feed the animals, there's new
scenery and new people around yer, the last always ready to be civil and
polite. Yes, it's a free, easy life, with plenty of change and movement
to make yer work come pleasant and light. You'll like it, lad. By the
way--what's yer name? Ah, Philip Western! Well, Phil, I've told yer
pretty nigh all I can think about. Timms and me start early to-morrow,
as I told yer, so turn in soon to-night. We'll teach yer all yer want
to know while on the road, and if yer only keeps yer eyes open you'll
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