Reminiscences of a Raconteur, Between the '40s and the '20sHam, George H. (George Henry)
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Reminiscences of a Raconteur, Between the '40s and the '20s
Ham, George H. (George Henry)
Canada; Ham, George H. (George Henry), 1847-1926; Journalists -- Canada -- Biography
Col. Bob, who evidently enjoyed the little affair, got even with us. The
next day we were out drilling as usual, and when deploying in full
extended order, were instructed by Col. Denison to lie down. It was no
bed of roses we dropped on, but—well, I never saw so many thistles in
all my life, nor ever felt so many. In fact our uniforms were more
thistles than clothing, and the gallant Colonel chuckled, as he saw us
picking the prickles from every conceivable part of our persons.
Previous to this, on our way to the front, a sergeant’s guard of us were
billeted in Toronto at Mike Murphy’s joint—Mike being the Fenian head
centre. Well, we bully-ragged that place all night, and had a very
frugal breakfast, the chief part of which consisted of playing ball with
ill smelling salt-herring and in our throwing boiled potatoes up and
trying to catch them in our cups of alleged coffee. Mike had passed the
word around, and a menacing gang of big dock wallopers gathered at the
door, but we marched steadily, with rifles in one hand our heavy buckled
belts in the other, and no attempt was made to interfere with us, but
their pointed remarks were just what you would imagine they might be.
Then we were sent to the Bay Tree (after the Tremont) and when my
bed-mate discovered some apple sauce on the sheets, we marked it with a
lead-pencil and recognized it at dinner next day. Such are the horrors
of war.
The Riel Rebellion
When the Metis rebellion broke out in 1885, Ned Farrer, then editor of
the Toronto _Mail_, wired me at Winnipeg, to secure a man to represent
his paper at the front. My efforts were unavailing and I dropped into
the telegraph office to send him a message to that effect, when who
should walk in but Davis, of the Toronto _Globe_, who told me he was
getting a team of horses and a buckboard and the Lord only knows what
else, and intended joining the troops at Qu’Appelle. There was nothing
private about the conversation, and I wired his programme to Ned.
Quickly came back the characteristic reply:
“Go thou and do likewise.”
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