Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th Regiment — John Shaqi
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
home with them all as if I had known them for years. The drift of my new
acquaintances, in being thus easily familiar with me, was soon apparent;
for one of the knowing ones among them called me aside, and asked me if
I knew where to sell my coloured clothes; as, if not, he would go with
me, and show me. I told him that the drum-major had them. "Yes," replied
he, "I know he has; but you see as how he has no business with them.
Them there traps should be sold, and you get the money they brings; and
if you don't keep your eye on the fugleman, he will do you out of half
of them." He further said, that, when he enlisted, he got more than five
shillings for his things. I replied, that of course the drum-major would
either sell them for my benefit, or permit me to do it; and, if the
latter, that I should be thankful for his kindness. At this moment he
entered, when the boy, who had just spoken to me, approached him, and
said, pointing to me, "That there chap says as how he wants to sell
them things of his in your box, and that I am to go with him, to show
him the place where I sold my things." To this falsehood I could not
submit, and I therefore went up to the drum-major, and said, "Sir, I
said nothing of the kind; all I said was, that I supposed you would
either dispose of the things for my benefit, or allow me to do
so."--"Yes, yes," said the drum-major, "that's all right; I will sell
them for you, and you shall have the money." The boy here turned upon
his heel, muttering something like _fudge!_ and the things were put into
a handkerchief and carried off into the town. When the drum-major had
left us, the same boy came up to me, and called me a liar, stating that
he had a great mind to thresh me; and, as a proof of his inclination, he
attempted to seize my nose between his finger and thumb. I got in a
rage, and told him, if he ventured to touch me, I would fell him to the
ground; when all the boys gathered round us, and said, "Well done,
Johnny Raw!"--"Well done, old leather-breeches!"--"That's right, Johnny
Wapstraw!" Finding that I did not venture to strike the first blow, my
antagonist called me a coward. This I knew I was not; so, as I could
submit to his insolence no longer, I struck him, and to it we went in
right earnest. After half a dozen rounds my opponent gave in. This, my
first victory, established that I was neither a coward nor to be hoaxed
with impunity. Eulogiums were showered down upon me, and the shouting
and uproar were beyond description. I understood afterwards that he was
a great bully, and always fighting. Our boxing-match had just concluded,
when the drum-major entered, and produced the proceeds of my clothes;
viz., L1 1s. 6d. for a new hat, coat, waistcoat, and leathers: a fair
price, some said; while others thought they ought to have fetched thirty
shillings; but I was very well satisfied, and stood hot rolls and butter
to all around, not forgetting my antagonist, who shook hands, and said
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