Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th RegimentShipp, John
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Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th Regiment
Shipp, John
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Biography; Shipp, John, 1784-1834
"Neither, your honour: he is confined as snug as a bug to his own room,
and is a prisoner besides. Sure, there has been a mighty blusteration
and hubbub between him and the same Captain Bell."
I inquired what had been the matter.
"Matter, your honour! matter enough: there has been bloody murder
betwixt them; and sure there is no end to the murders in this regiment."
"What! have they been fighting?" said I, meaning a duel.
"Fighting! sure enough."
"Is the captain also a prisoner?"
"Snug enough, joy."
"Will you be kind enough to show me where the adjutant's quarters are?"
"To be sure, honey: he lives just over against the corner house, just
over by the other side of the chapel, and forenent the main guard-room:
sure anybody will inform you that knows."
"I fear I shall never find it, with all these leading points," said I;
"give me some place near it."
"Well, your honour, do you see yonder woman standing all alone, with a
man spaking to her? Or can you see the house round the corner?"
Finding now, from the information proffered by this lady, that the more
explanatory she attempted to be, the more unintelligible she became, I
cut the matter short by giving her a rupee, and I took my leave of this
ardent admirer of the old Fogs, with her parting benediction, "God bless
your honour; may your honour never die till the side of an old house
fall on you and kill you!"
Having parted from this pretty specimen of my new regiment, I inquired
for the adjutant's quarters, which were pointed out to me. At the door I
met a soldier, of whom I inquired if the adjutant was at home, and was
informed he had just gone out. I said I would wait till he returned; so
I seated myself, and in about five minutes after he came in; and, when I
informed him who I was, he gave me a hearty welcome, invited me to
breakfast, and I remained with him the two days I stopped at the
station. From this officer I learned that the regiment had left two days
before, against the Nepaulese. This was a piece of news that delighted
me much, although I had not a single thing prepared for such a campaign,
nor was it probable I could procure what was necessary, after the whole
country had been drained of cattle, &c., to supply the army. But,
notwithstanding this, in two days I was ready, so far as carriage; but,
as I could not, by any possibility, get a tent, I was obliged to
manufacture one, something like what our gipsies use, out of a
setterenge, or Indian cotton carpet.
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