Produced by Eric Eldred, Andy Schmitt and PG Distributed Proofreaders. HTML version by Al Haines. CAMPS, QUARTERS AND CASUAL PLACES BY ARCHIBALD FORBES, LL.D. NOTE My obligations for permission to incorporate some of the articles in this volume are due to Messrs. George Routledge and Sons, Mr. James Knowles of the _Nineteenth Century_, Mr. Percy Bunting of the _Contemporary Review_, and the Proprietor of _McClure's Magazine_. LONDON, _June_ 1896. CONTENTS 1. MATRIMONY UNDER FIRE 2. REVERENCING THE GOLDEN FEET 3. GERMAN WAR PRAYERS 4. MISS PRIEST'S BRIDECAKE 5. A VERSION OF BALACLAVA 6. HOW I "SAVED FRANCE" 7. CHRISTMAS IN A CAVALRY REGIMENT 8. THE MYSTERY OF MONSIEUR REGNIER 9. RAILWAY LIZZ 10. MY NATIVE SALMON RIVER 11. THE CAWNPORE OF TO-DAY 12. BISMARCK BEFORE AND DURING THE FRANCO-GERMAN WAR 13. THE INVERNESS "CHARACTER" FAIR 14. THE WARFARE OF THE FUTURE 15. GEORGE MARTELL'S BANDOBAST 16. THE LUCKNOW OF TO-DAY 17. THE MILITARY COURAGE OF ROYALTY 18. PARADE OF THE COMMISSIONAIRES 19. THE INNER HISTORY OF THE WATERLOO CAMPAIGN MATRIMONY UNDER FIRE The interval between the declaration of the Franco-German war of 1870-71, and the "military promenade," at which the poor Prince Imperial received his "baptism of fire," was a pleasant, lazy time at Saarbrücken; to which pretty frontier town I had early betaken myself, in the anticipation, which proved well founded, that the tide of war would flow that way first. What a pity it is that all war cannot be like this early phase of it, of which I speak! It was playing at warfare, with just enough of the grim reality cropping up occasionally, to give the zest which the reckless Frenchwoman declared was added to a pleasure by its being also a sin. The officers of the Hohenzollerns--our only infantry regiment in garrison--drank their beer placidly under the lime-tree in the market-place, as their men smoked drowsily, lying among the straw behind the stacked arms ready for use at a moment's notice. The infantry patrol skirted the frontier line every morning in the gray dawn, occasionally exchanging with little result a few shots with the French outposts on the Spicheren or down in the valley bounded by the Schönecken wood. The Uhlans, their piebald lance-pennants fluttering in the wind, cantered leisurely round the crests of the little knolls which formed the vedette posts, despising mightily the straggling chassepot bullets which were pitched at them from time to time in a desultory way; but which, desultory as they were, now and then brought lance-pennant and its bearer to the ground--an occurrence invariably followed by a little spurt of lively hostility.