The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 3 (of 3) — John Shaqi
The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Great Britain. Army. Gordon Highlanders -- Fiction; Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Fiction
"Yes," answered the other, shaking the flasks, which all proved empty;
"but neither at waltz, quadrille, or galope. I have no idea of flying
round a room at the rate of ten miles an hour, in mortal terror the
while of crushing the ladies dear little feet and white satin shoes with
my heavy brogues. Besides, the dance is too intricate for me—’chassez to
the right and left, turn your partner, balancez, turn again, galopade à
la chassez to places!’ Pooh! I would rather dance Tullochgorm or the
_Ruighle Thulaichean_, or any other decent fling; but I have no love for
your Spanish dances and galopade quadrilles. They ill become the
_sporran_ and _breacan-anfeile_ of the Highlandman, and are no more to
be compared to a strathspey than a Toledo is to a real-fluted Andrea
Ferrara." The major snapt his fingers, and chanted with a loud voice a
verse of the Grant’s reel:
"There needs na be sae great a phrase,
Wi’ dringing dull Italian lays,
I wadna gie our ain strathspeys
For half a hundred score o’ em.
They’re douff an’ dowie at the best,
Douff and dowie, douff and dowie,
They’re douff an’ dowie at the best,
Wi ’a’ their variorum.
They’re douff and dowie at the best,
Their allegros and a’ the rest,
They canna please a Highland taste,
Compared wi’ Tullochgorm."
Stuart was leading away Donna Olivia, who laughed excessively at the
major’s song, which sounded wondrously uncouth to her ears, when
Campbell called to him. "I say, Stuart," said he, "I am going to show
the ladies here a new fling. I have sent for Ranald Dhu and the six
pipers. Fassifern, Ronald Macdonuil, and myself, are about to perform
the sword dance. We astonished old Mohammed Djedda with it in Egypt.
You must join us."
"I should be most happy, but I am the honoured cavalier of one of the
prettiest girls in Aranjuez, and it is impossible I can join you; but we
will witness it in the hall."
A few minutes afterwards the pipers arrived, and preparations were made
for the Highland dance. Claymores were taken from the wall, and laid
across each other on the floor. The colonel, Campbell, and two other
officers took their places, while seven pipers stood at the end of the
hall, and on a given signal struck up an appropriate air.
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