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
Before they deliver the darts with which they are armed, they run
sideways; the left shoulder projected forward, and the right
considerably lowered, with the right hand extended behind them, the dart
lying flat in the palm of the hand, the point near the right eye. When
discharged from the grasp, it flies with such velocity that you can
scarcely see it, and when in the air it looks like a shuttlecock
violently struck. They carry, slung on their backs, about a dozen of
these weapons, with which single men have been known to kill lions and
tigers.
From this harassing warfare, travelling through almost impenetrable
woods, over tremendous hills, and through rivers, we were soon in a
terribly ragged condition. Our shoes we managed to replace from the raw
hides of buffaloes, in the following manner: the foot was placed on the
hide, which was then cut to the shape of the sole, and fastened to the
foot by thongs made of the same material, sewed to the sole instead of
upper-leathers. In two or three days this dried, and formed to the shape
of the foot, and was sure to be a fit. When we had remained at this
station about two years, it was truly laughable to see the
metamorphosis of the once white regimental trousers. Here and there
pieces had been sewn in to patch up holes, and, these pieces being of
materials of other texture as well as other colours, we looked, at a
distance, like spotted leopards. During these two years I had sprung up
some six inches, outgrowing, of course, both my jacket and trousers;
and, when I was in full case for parade, my figure must have been
exceedingly ludicrous. My jacket was literally a strait jacket; for,
from its extreme tightness, I could scarcely raise my hand to my head.
My pantaloons or trousers had been, during the whole period, continually
rising in the world, and now they would scarcely condescend to protect
my protruding knees. I was but a novice at the needle, so that the
patches I put on were either too small or too large. In this predicament
I had to march nearly fifteen hundred miles through Africa. The rest of
the men were but little better off; and we might well have been compared
to Falstaff's ragged recruits, with whom he swore he would not march
through Coventry.
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