Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost LegionHamilton-Browne, G.
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Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost Legion
Hamilton-Browne, G.
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Warfare; New Zealand -- History -- Anecdotes; Zulu War, 1879
For the first night I had no anxieties, as I had kept Pierre closely
confined to the guardroom for the preceding fortnight; but I was very
nervous about the day that I should be at the terraces with the party,
when Pierre, perchance getting hold of some of the liquor, might raise
Cain and wreck the dinner. However, I put my trust in Providence, and
also in the discretion and vigilance of the reliable old non-com. who
would be left in charge of the camp during my absence, and to whom I
gave instructions to keep a very sharp eye on Pierre and his
movements; so, hoping for the best, I received his Excellency with
equanimity.
The first night all went well. Pierre served up such a _recherché_
dinner that the Governor sent for him to be congratulated, and in his
enthusiasm offered the old chap a drink. Alas! I dare not interfere,
though well I knew this meant trouble; for the first tot to Pierre was
like the first taste of blood to a tiger.
Pierre picked up a bottle of brandy, and pouring out a bosu'n's nip,
drank it off to the health of ze Governor, ze Great Queen Victoria,
and ze Great Napoleon, and then took himself off, but, _horrible
dictu_, he also took the bottle with him.
Unfortunately, just at that moment my whole attention was drawn from
him by a lady questioning me about his adventures, so he escaped with
his plunder without my observing the act.
I left the table as soon as possible, and sought out Pierre, whom I
found walking about on his tiptoes, looking scornfully at the
troopers, while he informed them that he himself was Pierre de
Feugeron, ze grand scout. He also demanded their attention, that he
himself, and no other man, was Pierre de Feugeron, ze grand
_cordon-bleu_, who had cooked dinners for the Emperor, and that the
great Reine Victoria had sent for him to cook ze dinner for herself.
Le Bon Dieu save ze Queen, ip ip----
He had just reached this stage when I reached for him, and ze grand
_cordon-bleu_ retired at the double to his hut; but, alas! I knew
nothing about that plundered bottle, which he had planted before my
advent.
The next morning, after an early breakfast, and after I had reiterated
my cautions to the non-com., and my warnings and threats to Pierre, we
started in canoes for Rotomahana, where the Governor and his party
enjoyed themselves thoroughly, returning in the evening to Wairoa.
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