The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"Grant, James
General
The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"
Grant, James
Adventure stories; British -- Foreign countries -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
"I do further certify, that in all the above-cited registers, there
is not any note of St. Anthony being guilty of bad conduct, disorder,
or drunkenness; frequenting taverns, or other improper places; nor of
his ever having been flogged or sent to the guard-house when a
private: Thus during the whole time he has been an officer, now about
one hundred and nine years, he has constantly done his duty with the
greatest alacrity, at the head of the grenadiers, upon all occasions,
in peace or war, conducting himself like an officer and a gentleman
of good breeding; on all these accounts I hold him most worthy of
being promoted to the rank of aggregate-major to our noble regiment
of Lagos, with every other favour Her Majesty may be graciously
pleased to bestow upon him. In testimony whereof, I have hereto
affixed my name, at the Castle of Belem, this 25th day of March, in
the year of our redemption, 1777.
"MAGALHAENS HOMEM."
(Thus ended this wonderful certificate, the contents of which,
together with the pompous gravity of the reader, made Jack and I
almost choke with suppressed laughter. The major then continued)--
Hereupon Her Most Faithful Majesty, who reigned at that time--now
seventy-eight years ago--was pleased to promote the saint to the rank
prayed for, and he is now our lieutenant-colonel by brevet. Once in
each year it is the custom to send an officer to Lisbon to receive
the pay and perquisites of St. Anthony from the royal treasury, and
in the course of last year this most honourable duty devolved upon me.
We were then quartered at Barbacena in the jurisdiction of Elvas; and
to this place I travelled alone from Lisbon, with the pay of the
saint, which was to be given to the care of our chaplain. Being in
moidores, it was not very bulky, but its value was great--its
sanctity greater; and after traversing in safety the whole province
of Alentijo, it was with some anxiety I saw the mountain Sierra,
which lay between me and my destination, rising in my front, about
sunset. The hope of being able to get across those rocky hills
before the approaching night set fairly in never occurred to me. I
found myself in a solitary spot, without shelter near, or any place
where information of the right way could be gathered, and my horse
was growing weary.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account