They were all, of course, at the colonel's quarters, a fine old palace
of a place, with a courtyard, and a tank in the centre, and trees, and a
flat roof, by the side of the great square; while on one side was
another great rambling place, separated by a narrowish sort of alley,
used for stores and hospital purposes; and on the other side, still
going along by the side of the great market-square, was another
building, the very fellow to the colonel's quarters, but separated by a
narrow footway, some ten feet wide, and this place was occupied by the
officers.
Our barracks took up another side of the square; and on the others were
mosques and flat-roofed buildings, and a sort of bazaar; while all round
stretched away, in narrow streets, were the houses of what we men used
to call the niggers. Though, speaking for myself, I used to find them,
when well treated, a nice, clean, gentle sort of people. I used to look
upon them as a big sort of children, in their white muslin and calico,
and their simple ways of playing-like at living; and even now I haven't
altered my opinion of them in general, for the great burst of frenzied
passion that ran through so many of them was just like a child's
uncontrolled rage.
Things were not long in settling down to the regular life: there was a
little drill of a morning, and then, the rest of the day, the heat to
fight with, which seemed to take all the moisture out of our bodies, and
make us long for night.
I did not get put on as sentry once at the colonel's quarters, but I
heard a little now and then from Mrs Bantem, who used to wash some of
Mrs Maine's fine things, the black women doing everything else; and
she'd often have a good grumble about "her fine ladyship," as she called
her, and she'd pity her children. She used to pick up a good deal of
information, though; and, taking a deal of interest as I did in Miss
Ross, I got to know that it seemed to be quite a settled thing between
her and Captain Dyer; and Bantem, who got took on now as Lieutenant
Leigh's servant, used to tell his wife about how black those two seemed
one towards the other.
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