The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
With the baggage marched the rear guard of the division, having with
it the sick, the drunk, disorderly, and prisoners, together with a
medley of followers of a not very reputable kind, whose presence was
not conducive to reflection or comfort, and who noisily scorned alike
control or discipline.
As Quentin was riding thus, he was passed from the rear by the
general and his staff. The former gave him a keen and inquiring
glance, answered his salute briefly, and passed on. Whether Cosmo
had mentioned him favourably, or the reverse, in delivering the
despatch of Don Baltasar, he knew not; but he knew that when once the
spiteful element attains ascendancy in the human heart, there is no
mode in which it will not seek to be gratified and no measure to its
malignity, and he sighed over an enmity that he dared neither to
grapple with or hope to overcome; and all this he owed to the
preference of Flora Warrender for him--her early friend and playmate
in youth.
Well, there was some consolation in the cause!
Though his reception by the Master of Rohallion neither disappointed
nor shocked him, it chilled the poor lad's heart, which grew heavy as
he saw how unavailing and how fruitless were all his efforts to
deserve praise or to win honour!
CHAPTER V.
HALT AT AZUMAR.
"Pleasures fled hence, wide now's the gulf between us;
Stern Mars has routed Bacchus and sweet Venus:
I can no more--the lamp's fast fading ray
Reminds me of parade ere break of day,
Where, shivering, I must strut, though bleak the morning,
Roused by the hateful drummer's early warning.
Come, then, my boat-cloak, let me wrap thee round,
And snore in concert stretched upon the ground."
_An Elegy._
The noisy racket maintained by those who were in custody of the
rear-guard, the voices of others who whipped or cheered on the long
string of baggage animals (Evora horses, Castilian mules, and sturdy
burros or donkeys), the various novel sights and sounds incident to
the march of Hope's division, together with the appearance of the
division itself winding down the deep valleys and up the steep
mountains like a long and glittering snake, amid clouds of white
dust, out of which the sheen of arms and the waving of colours came
incessantly, won Quentin from his sadder thoughts, and he began to
feel, after all he had undergone, an emotion, of joy on finding
himself among his old comrades--a joy that can only be known by a
soldier--by one forming a part of that great and permanent, but
almost always happy family, a regiment of the line.
The morning was bright and breezy; the large floating clouds cast
their flying shadows over the sunlit landscape at times, adding alike
to its beauty and the striking effect of the marching columns.
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