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
surface of the river I laboured under the delusion it was another
portion of yer hanatomy, and so as to prevent what might 'ave become
an indecent hexhibition I pressed it hunder agin and continued to do
so.' 'Well,' sez I, 'yer religion may be a darned foine one, and yer
may be a darned foine shepherd, but whin yer don't know the difference
between a conwert's bows and 'is starnpost 'tain't no religion for me,
and I 'ud scorn to belong to it or own yer as a brother or shepherd,
so ye and yer 'ole gang can go to h----.' And with that I left 'im and
came 'ome as fast as I could git."
Now although I think that on this one occasion old Davy's plea, like
himself, was a good un, and that he, under the aforementioned
circumstances, was fully justified in doubting the _bona fides_ of
this fancy religion through the lack of acumen and also the gross
ignorance on the part of the shepherd, still, as one swallow does not
make a summer, this one legitimate case of perversion does not, in my
eyes, justify the large number of people who chop or change their
faith and are always thronging to hear some half-crazy tub-thumper, be
he a long-haired, red-nosed revivalist, unctuous Mormon or any other
hypocritical expounder of a new cult.
CHAPTER IV
JACK ASHORE IN 1871
Yes, I've had the honour and pleasure of serving in the same outfit as
H.M. bluejackets, and I will maintain that the British sailor is
second to none either as a fighting man or love-maker, the only man,
in my unbiassed opinion, to equal him in the above pursuits being the
Irish soldier. Now Jack and Pat both keenly appreciate a bit of fun
and devilment, but I think, in pursuit of divarsion, Jack must be
assigned the cake, as during his hours of relaxation, while at
liberty, on shore, he frequently displays a bit of originality in his
pranks that, in fairness I must confess, land him ahead of my dear,
reckless, light-hearted countrymen. During the New Zealand wars the
Maoris called the Naval Brigade Te Ngati Jacks, and they insisted that
they belonged to a different people from the remainder of H.M. forces;
for you never could convince the old-time Maori warrior that the
loose-clad, rollicking, gallant sailor was of the same blood as the
tight-buttoned-up, stiff and more stolid, though equally brave,
soldier. This erroneous idea was, I think, also in a great measure due
to the fantastic capers Jack cut while enjoying his well-earned
liberty on shore, during which treasured moments he strove to cram
into twenty-four hours all the fun, and also as many of the minor
vices, as he could manage to indulge in, and I am only doing him
justice when I state he usually succeeded in participating in as much
devilment during those few hours as would satisfy an ordinary healthy
Tommy for a year.
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