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
"Very candid, truly," said I; "but are you not aware, my good fellow,
that you could be shot for sleeping on your post?"
The sentinel admitted that he knew well the consequences to which he
would be subjected by so doing; but notwithstanding this, he asserted
that he could thoroughly confide in his faithful companion, who, on the
slightest noise, would jump upon him, and awake him.
On further inquiry, I learnt that this sagacious and faithful creature
would regularly, when his master was on watch, stand his hour and walk
his round; that, in very dark nights, he would even put his ear to the
ground, and listen; and that, during the period assigned to him as his
turn to watch, he would never venture to lie down, but would steadily
and slowly walk his round, which nothing could induce him to leave, such
was his opinion of the nature and responsibility of his post. The man
added, that he once gave him to an officer of the Company's service, who
took him from the station where he was (Meerut) to Loodiana, a distance
of four hundred miles, and that, the moment the officer let him loose,
he returned to his old master, having performed that great distance in
two days and a half; that he was on the main-guard the night he
returned, and he was awoke by the dog licking his face. It appeared that
he had been through the barrack, and visited every sleeping soldier on
their separate cots, until he found his master. The man related several
anecdotes of this animal: among the rest, he said he was one day out
drinking toddy, some miles from camp, and from the intoxicating effect,
and the extreme heat of the weather, he went to sleep. On awaking, he
found his clothes torn in several places, and that he had been dragged
more than three yards from the bush under which he had lain down; but
what was his astonishment, on getting up, to find a large snake almost
torn to pieces, no doubt by his faithful guard! He was a powerful dog--a
kind of Persian hill greyhound--that would kill a wolf single-handed.
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