The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"Grant, James
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The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"
Grant, James
Adventure stories; British -- Foreign countries -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
"Among others he rashly sent one of these precious circulars to Mrs.
Towler, the wife--I beg her pardon--the lady of the major-general of
the district, who wickedly handed it to her husband at breakfast; so
poor Jack's production brought him before a general court-martial.
It went very hard with him, for the irascible general deemed that his
wife and her ten highly-eligible daughters were grossly insulted; but
our hero escaped with a reprimand, and the colonel was directed to
watch his conduct in future, but he became thereafter the lion of
Kilkenny and Carlow to boot, and all the district from Roscrea to
Clonmel. After that, an evening party without Jack, would have been
like a bell without a clapper."
"But the general never forgave me for that prank," said Jack,
good-humouredly; "and he was always on the watch for me afterwards."
"You remember how nearly he had you booked for another court-martial
on a race day?"
"And how nicely I outflanked and outwitted him! It was the day of
the principal races; I had a horse to run, and more than half the
regiment had made a heavy book on him, and a great amount of paper
was expected to change owners on the issue. The lord-lieutenant was
to be there, and I was all anxiety to be present at the race, when,
as the devil or the adjutant would have it, I found myself in orders
the day before--orders for guard! Everybody was going to the course,
and not a soul for love or money would take my duty; so with a heavy
heart I paraded in the morning; and as the time for the start drew
near I saw all our fellows bowl out of barracks in drags and cars
attired in sporting mufti and in high spirits. Then came old General
Towler, commanding the district, in his blue frogged coat, and with
the sabre which he had wielded at the passage of the Bidassoa, Mrs.
General Towler, several Misses Towler, all demoiselles of mature age,
and the A.D.C. Horatio Towler, captain of a regiment which he never
saw, for he wisely preferred his mamma's drawing-room in Kilkenny to
broiling on Cape Coast. They all scampered out, then the barrack
gates were shut, and all became very quiet and still.
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