Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third RepublicDecle, Lionel
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Trooper 3809: A Private Soldier of the Third Republic
Decle, Lionel
France. Armée -- Military life
So far none of the _Volontaires_ had been punished, and it fell to my
lot to be the first to become acquainted with the _Salle de Police_. I
had been ordered to ride that evening the kicking mare I described just
now, but the revengeful beast, remembering the lesson I had given her
on the previous day, let out with her hind legs the moment she saw me
coming near her stall with a saddle. I laid it on the ground and tried
to get into the stall in order to tie her head up before saddling her.
Try as I would, I could not possibly manage to get alongside of her,
the stalls being very narrow, and consisting of wooden partitions hung
up by a chain fixed to the ceiling. These partitions, which are two
feet broad, stand about four feet from the ground, so, getting into the
next stall, I climbed over the partition and got alongside the charger
and caught her by the head-stall. A more vicious beast I never came
across; not only did she try to bite me, but she also tried to stamp
on my foot, then she kicked me with her near hind leg, and while I was
tying her head up she gave me a forward kick with her foreleg; and when
I brought the saddle to put it on her back, she lashed out so furiously
that she broke the rope by which I had tied her head high up and bit
me viciously. She was Titi's charger, and he alone was able to manage
her, so I sent a trooper to call him to help me. Titi came, and I was
holding the mare's head while he was putting the saddle on her back
when the Sergeant-major suddenly appeared.
"What are you doing there?" he asked Titi.
"Sergeant-major," I replied, "I could not manage to saddle the beast,
and as I have to ride her to-night, I asked Titi to help me."
"Very well," answered the Sergeant-major, "you will both have eight
days' _Salle de Police_, and if I catch you another time," he went on,
addressing Titi, "it's eight days' prison _you_ will get." So saying he
walked away pompously, evidently well pleased with himself.
"Well, old chap," said Titi to me, "so you've got it at last."
I felt very crestfallen, but I had no time to think much about the
matter, as I was already late and had to rush to riding-school. The
drill over, I hastened to De Lanoy's room and asked him to intercede
for me with the Sergeant-major. He promised to do so at once, and I
anxiously awaited the result of his interview. At the end of a few
minutes I was called into the Sergeant-major's room.
"I am very sorry for you, Decle," said the latter; "de Lanoy has
spoken to me on your behalf, and if he had done so sooner I might
have overlooked the matter this time, on account of the special
circumstances, but your punishment has already been put down on the
report, so the best thing you can do is to go through it with good
grace."
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