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
Phil and Tony soon found their places, and then for half an hour were
busily engaged in passing rifles and bearskin helmets and in securing
their kit. When all were ready, the disembarkation proceeded apace, and
in an hour the Grenadier Guards were ashore and comfortably housed in
casemates of the forts.
"I wonder how long we shall stay here," remarked Phil about a week
later, as he and Tony stood on the ramparts and gazed at the town. "The
sooner we leave the better. Our men are having a splendid time, and
have struck up a great friendship with the Frenchies, but at this rate
it won't do. Look at those fellows over there."
"They are pretty bad; you're right, Phil," Tony grunted, as he watched a
tiny French artillerist staggering down towards him, with two burly
British linesmen on either side, with arms firmly linked in his, and all
three roaring a refrain to be heard in any _cafe_ in the town.
"Pretty bad! I should think so, Tony. But it won't last. Our officers
know what is going on, and we shall sail very shortly. The new life and
excitement here and the low price of spirit make it easy for our men to
get intoxicated and behave in a riotous manner. After all, one cannot
exactly blame them. They are going to a rough country probably, and are
making the most of the present time. But much of this sort of thing
will play havoc with them in the end. Only yesterday I heard our doctor
say that disease was far more dangerous to armies than bullets, and that
men who entered upon a campaign in indifferent health were certain to go
under if hardships had to be faced. I mean to take plenty of exercise,
and beware of eating too much fruit."
"Then I'm with yer, mate. Yer know drink ain't nothing to me now, and I
can see as the feller what keeps himself fit, takes walks and plenty of
fresh air, and don't eat nor drink too much, finds himself better able
to enjoy his life. Why, ever since that ugly old bear gave me a mauling
I've been a different man. I have, Phil. A different and a better man.
But come along, mate, let's take a stroll about and see what's
happening. Some of those French blokes is going to do a gun drill, I
hear, and we may as well look at 'em."
It was a wise resolution on Phil's part to keep himself in good trim,
for no one possessed of common sense can doubt that nothing is more
prejudicial to a young man than riotous living. For a time an excellent
constitution may stand the unusual strain, but sooner or later health is
shattered, and with additional strain, when met by cold and exposure,
and perhaps insufficient food, disease finds a ready victim, and another
patient falls into the hands of doctors already heavily pressed by work.
Fortunately for all, orders were not long in coming, and soon the
Grenadiers were on the sea again. A short and most interesting voyage
followed till they reached the entrance to the Dardanelles and dropped
anchor.
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