The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
'How strange it seems, Stratherroch, that you and I should be so
suddenly here after all these past years with the regiment--here
among the purple heather and green bracken again.'
'And a few weeks hence will see us with it again, and back to the old
pipe-clay routine,' said Cameron.
'Regiments are now no longer what they were in my time,' said Lord
Aberfeldie, a little irrelevantly, perhaps, but pursuing his own
ideas. 'Examinations, cramming and useless pedantry, promotion by
selection and compulsory retirement for the officers, with short
service among the men, render corps no longer what they were in the
old days, each a happy, movable home. The time when a young officer
often said, with just pride and noble ambition, "My father and my
grandfather have both commanded _this_ regiment, and, please God, I
hope at some period to do the same," can never come again! And what
Highland officer now, in the Black Watch or any other of our national
regiments, is followed to the colours by a band of his own name and
kindred, or can speak of his comrades as "my father's people," or
"the men from our glen;" and yet such was the case when yonder ruined
clachan was instinct with village life, and the voices of children
were heard around its humble hearths.'
'The hero of Ghuznee had a theory that no Scotsman was fitted to
command a regiment,' said Stratherroch, laughing.
'I know that he detested Scotsmen, and brought six officers, all
Scotsmen, to a court-martial; and it was then he is said to have made
the statement which cost him so dear in India.'
'How?' asked Holcroft.
'Because, within an hour after, old Colonel Wemyss, of the 52nd,
paraded him in rear of the cantonment, and planted a bullet in his
body by way of curing him of prejudice for the future. Rather a
convincing argument, old Wemyss thought it,' added Aberfeldie,
laughing, as he knocked the ashes from his cherished briar-root, put
it in its case, and dropped it into his silver-mounted sporran.
'Talking of regiments, I saw yours at Portsmouth, Graham,' said
Holcroft; 'and I thought the men looked graceful indeed, with their
kilts over their left shoulders and their black sporrans waving above
their bronzed faces.'
Whether this was meant as a joke or a sneer, it is impossible to say;
but his hearers took it as the former, and laughed accordingly, on
which Holcroft added,
'I mean their plaid-shawls over their shoulders. I remember that
Miss Raymond laughed heartily when I made the same remark.'
'I don't wonder at that,' said Lord Aberfeldie. 'Olive is a girl who
laughs on very slight occasions.'
'You have not seen her since your return,' said Holcroft to Allan
Graham.
'No; but I shall very soon now.'
'She is a very handsome girl; what the deuce have the men been about
to leave her all this time Miss Raymond?'
'All this time? Why, she has not yet seen her twentieth year,'
exclaimed Allan, with some annoyance, as he thought of the photo.
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