All day I had followed at the heels of a pursuing army engaged on one of the finest battles that ever camp of exercise beheld. Thirty thousand troops had by the wisdom of the Government of India
Category: Indian Tales
My friends Mulvaney and Ortheris had gone on a shooting-expedition for one day. Learoyd was still in hospital, recovering from fever picked up in Burma.
“A gentleman who doesn’t know the Circasian Circle ought not to stand up for it—puttin’ everybody out.” That was what Miss McKenna said, and the Sergeant who was my vis-à-vis looked the same thing.
The Inexpressibles gave a ball. They borrowed a seven-pounder from the Gunners, and wreathed it with laurels, and made the dancing-floor plate-glass and provided a supper,
A man should, whatever happens, keep to his own caste, race and breed. Let the White go to the White and the Black to the Black.
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