The History of Lumsden's Horse: A Complete Record of the Corps from Its Formation to Its Disbandment
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The History of Lumsden's Horse: A Complete Record of the Corps from Its Formation to Its Disbandment
Great Britain. Army. Lumsden's Horse; South African War, 1899-1902 -- Regimental histories -- Great Britain
For sanitary reasons they
were one day ordered, by medical authority, to strike their camp and
pitch it on fresh ground, whereupon one of them wrote:
Like a bolt from the blue has fallen upon this camp the Æsculapian
decree that we must go hence! It happened to-day that the medical eye
of Lumsden’s Horse opened wide, and beheld strange sights. What the
vision was has not been recorded owing to no ink being found in camp
capable of expressing its blackness, but it is no secret that microbes
as big as mastodons were observed freely gambolling in the immediate
vicinity of the commissariat tent. The marvel is that a number of men
can have lived on such a spot for ten days without coming to more
serious harm.
The green sward on the banks of the Tolly’s Nullah has presented an
animated appearance within the last few days, for every train arriving
in Calcutta has brought its quota to swell the corps. A number of men
from the Assam Valley Light Horse are now in camp. The Mysore
contingent is also established, while the Behar lads are expected
to-morrow by 10 o’clock. These will number a few over fifty, and will
prove no doubt the _crème de la crème_ of the corps. In a day or two
the Maxim gun will come into quarters, and Oakley, of Kooch Behar and
Tirah fame, has gone to some up-country sequestered spot whence comes
a particularly quiet _jat_ of pony, where he will choose animals of
gentle temperament and so small that falling off them won’t hurt—for
Maxim gun men scorn to ride.
This question of riding is no small one, and many gallant sportsmen
may be seen tearing down the lines trying to get there before their
horses. One like this was advised by a real Tommy Atkins to sit
further back and so enjoy a longer ride. Not the least pleasurable
sight in the camp is when bold Volunteers begin grooming their own
horses. Some never do more than the neck, because of the risk attached
to venturing within range of hind feet, with which country-bred horses
are notoriously handy—if it may be so said of feet. Then saddling
troubles others, because of the difficulty in distinguishing between
cantle and pommel when a saddle hasn’t a horse inside to illustrate
the difference.
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