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
on to the attack, when a scream from Father Murphy was the signal for a
general encounter, and the host of baboons under his command rolled down
enormous stones upon us, so that we were obliged to give up the contest,
or some of us must inevitably have been killed. They actually followed
us to our very doors, shouting an indication of victory; and, during the
whole night, we heard dreadful yells and screaming; so much so, that we
expected a night attack. In the morning, however, we found that all this
rioting had been created by disputes about the division of the blanket,
for we saw eight or ten of them with pieces of it on their backs, as old
women wear their cloaks. Amongst the number strutted Father Murphy.
These rascals annoyed us day and night, and we dared not venture out
unless a party of five or six went together.
One morning, Father Murphy had the consummate impudence to walk straight
into the Grenadier barracks, and he was in the very act of purloining a
sergeant's regimental coat, when a corporal's guard, which had just been
relieved, took the liberty of stopping the gentleman at the door, and
secured him. He was a most powerful brute, and, I am persuaded, too much
for any single man. Notwithstanding his frequent misdemeanours, we did
not like to kill the poor creature; so, having first taken the
precaution of muzzling him, we determined on shaving his head and face,
and then turning him loose. To this ceremony, strange to say, he
submitted very quietly, and, when shaved, he was really an exceedingly
good-looking fellow; and I have seen many a "blood" in Bond Street not
half so prepossessing in his appearance. We then started him up the
hill, though he seemed rather reluctant to leave us. Some of his
companions came down to meet him; but, from the alteration which shaving
his head and face had made in him, they did not know him again, and,
accordingly, pelted him with stones, and beat him with sticks, in so
unmerciful a manner, that poor Father Murphy actually sought protection
from his enemies, and he in time became quite domesticated and tame.
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