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
A "viva" mingled with the prayers of the people; but the dead man
remained motionless and still, under that bright sunshine of noon;
and then rose the hum of many voices as if a load had been taken off
every breast; while the bayonets flashed and the sharp brass drums
beat merrily, as the Spanish Infantry wheeled from hollow square into
open column of companies, and marched by sections through the Plaza
to the fortified camp of San Roque; then the crowd, who, up to the
last moment had foretold and expected a rescue from the band of
Urquija, who were hovering and vowing vengeance on the Sierra de
Ronda, began to disperse.
Such was the last act in the terrible career of Fabrique de Urquija,
the student of Alcala; and such was the last episode of Jack
Slingsby's Spanish adventures and mine.
We dined with the Commandant at the fortified camp of San Roque, and
in the evening rode back to Gibraltar, where we found the garrison in
a buzz of excitement.
"What is the matter?" I asked of a sentinel at the lower
fortifications as we rode in; "and for what reason was that heavy
cannon fired after sunset?"
"The Himalaya has come in, sir, with Sir Henry Slingsby and a
detachment of the Guards on board; she is at anchor in the roads, and
your regiment is ordered to embark for the Crimea by gunfire
to-morrow."
"Hurrah!" cried Jack, and we dashed at full speed to our barracks,
where the clusters of our soldiers in the square, laughing and
talking gaily, the colonel's orderly running after the adjutant, the
adjutant calling for the Serjeant major, and the evident excitement
and satisfaction visible in every face, corroborated the information
of the sentinel, and impressed upon us the necessity of immediately
packing our baggage; but before doing so, I dispatched at once to
press these little tales and episodes which have lightened and
beguiled our mess-table in old Gibraltar; and if they please my
readers, and win from them but half the praise they won from my light
hearted and brave brother officers, my task in collecting them will
be more than recompensed.
WYMAN AND SONS, PRINTERS, GREAT QUEEN STREET, LONDON.
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