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
the ill-fated bird, and a full confession of its dreadful situation and
murder. The drum, in which the now defunct goose was confined, stood
close against the landlord's elbow, and his ear was, unfortunately for
us, so correct in ascertaining whence the sound of woe proceeded, that
he at once roared out, "Dang my buttons, if my goose bean't in that
there drum!" These words were daggers to our souls; we made sure of as
many stripes on our backs as there were feathers on the goose's; and our
merriment was suddenly changed into mortification and despair. The
drum-head was ordered to be taken off, and sure enough there lay poor
goosey, as dead as a herring. The moment the landlord perceived it, he
protested that "as he was a sinner, that was his goose." This assertion
there was no one among us hardy enough to deny; and the colonel desired
that the goose should be given up to the publican, assuring him, at the
same time, that he should cause the offenders to be severely punished
for the theft which had been committed. Fortunately for our poor backs,
we now found a truly humane and kind-hearted man in the landlord whom we
had offended; for, no sooner did he find that affairs were taking a more
serious turn than he had contemplated, and that it was likely that he
should be the cause of getting a child flogged, than he affected to
doubt the identity of the goose; and, at length, utterly disclaimed it,
saying to the colonel, "This is none of mine, Sir; I see it has a black
spot on the back, whereas mine was pure white; besides, it has a black
head: I wish you a good morning, Sir, and am very sorry for the trouble
I have given you." Thus saying, he left us, muttering, as he went along,
"Get a child flogged for a tarnation old goose? no, no!" Every step he
took carried a ton weight off our hearts. Notwithstanding this generous
conduct in the publican, who was also, by his own acknowledgment a
sinner, our colonel saw very clearly how matters stood; but, in
consideration of our youth, and that this was our first offence--at
least that had been discovered--he contented himself with severely
admonishing us; and the business ended, shortly after, with the
demolition of the goose--roasted.
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