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
On visiting our horses in the stalls, we found that our
fellow-traveller had also a nag, and that this animal seemed the
object of all his cares; for he was by its side almost every half
hour, stroking its sleek coat and slender legs; tickling its square
nostrils and pointed ears, or wiping its fine liquid eyes with his
white handkerchief, and feeding it from the palm of his hands, which
were white and muscular, while he spoke caressingly in a barbarous
language, which the horse--a noble Arab-steed, with a magnificent
head, and limbs as slender as a girl's wrist--seemed to understand.
There was something so peculiar in all this, and especially in the
man's strong and tender regard for his horse, that Slingsby's John
Bullism began to relax, for the proverbial crustiness of his country
little became a frank fellow like him; so he ventured a few remarks
in English on horses in general, and this fine barb in particular.
The foreigner shook his head, and smiled pleasantly, as he
articulated with difficulty that he scarcely knew a word of English;
whereupon Jack turned his remarks into very choice Spanish.
Again the stranger smiled and bowed, showing under his close and
thick mustache that he had a set of teeth our brightest belles might
envy, as he said in the language of our allies,--
"I beg your pardon, sir, but I speak only French with my native
language; and it maybe a little--Russ."
"Russ--indeed!" said I, with fresh interest; "are you a Cossack?"
"No," said he, with a sudden air of haughty reserve, "do I look like
one?"
"I cannot say," said Jack, "as I never saw one."
He was about to withdraw, as if our notice was displeasing to him,
when it chanced that a puff of wind opened my cloak, and below it he
perceived the scarlet shell jacket, which was the undress of "Ours."
Then his bold dark eye lighted up with new animation, and raising his
forage cap, he said, smilingly, in French, which he spoke with great
fluency and a good accent,--
"Officers, I perceive, and, better than all, British officers! Would
that I had known this sooner, we might have had a pleasant evening
together; but now our voyage is nearly half over, as the captain has
just told me. I am so glad to meet you, gentlemen, for I, too, have
had the honour to wear a sword."
"May I ask in what service?" said Jack.
"The Russian, latterly."
"Indeed!"
"You are surprised," he said, with a sigh.
"Rather."
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