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'But I was struck most of all by the number of noble-looking Canadians among this big batch of wounded soldiers, all of them proudly glorying in being permitted to serve and suffer in the name of so great a Queen and in defence of so glorious an Empire. Among them I found Colour-Sergeant Thompson, the son of one of our American Methodist ministers, Rev. James Thompson.
"Why, Sir, I heard our colour-sergeant M'Clure say so when we was in Halifax. He was a great reader and a great arguer, Sir, as most Scotchmen are. I used to say to him, 'M'Clure, it's a wonder you can fight as well as you do, for in England fellows who dispute all the time commonly take it all out in words. It was the largest hanimal I ever saw here."
And on a little knoll not far away stood Sergeant Crittenden, swaying on his feet colour-sergeant to the folds of the ever-victorious, ever-beloved Old Glory waving over him, with a strange new wave of feeling surging through him.
"Then she is as honest and genuine as she looks," rejoined my guardian, "and it is impossible to say more for her." "She's Colour-Sergeant of the Nonpareil battalion," said Mr. Bagnet, looking at us over his shoulder as he went his way also. "And there's not such another. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained." The Track Mr.
In the Blue Lion, which was the name of the country public-house, Colour-Sergeant Brand introduced his new friend, Mr Harker, to a number of ingenious mixtures, calculated to prevent the approaches of intoxication. These he explained to be 'rekisite' in the service, so that a self-respecting officer should always appear upon parade in a condition honourable to his corps.
Here and there some soldiers who had just left the hospitals of Brescia and Milan made their way to their corps and shook hands with their comrades, from whom only illness or the fortune of war had made them part. They seemed glad to see their old tent, their old drum, their old colour-sergeant, and also the flag they had carried to the battle and had not at any price allowed to be taken.
The shattered remnant took cover behind a small ridge of stones, beyond which there was a little open ground, where Lieutenant Hall and another wounded officer lay. Repeated attempts made to bring in these officers failed, because directly a man lifted himself above the stones he became the target for twenty Boer rifles. The colour-sergeant of Mr.
A colour-sergeant fell flat with his flag as if he had slipped on ice. There was hoarse cheering from this distant field. Collins suddenly felt that two demon fingers were pressed into his ears. He could see nothing but flying arrows, flaming red.
Colour-sergeant Hyde, erect, self-possessed a pattern soldier in appearance and propriety presently marched in and stood respectfully at "attention" before his superior. "Sergeant Hyde!" said the colonel, abruptly, "I am going to make you a sergeant-major." "Thank you, sir," said Hyde, saluting; "I had rather not take it." "Heavens above!" cried the colonel, fiercely.
"I, sir?" the address was formal, but the tone was full of heartfelt emotion. "You have no heartier well-wisher than Colour-Sergeant Hyde. Our relative positions have changed " "Nothing can change them, or me, Hyde. You have always been my best and staunchest friend. It is to your advice and teachings that I owe all this." "Go on as you have begun, my boy; the road is open before you. Who knows?
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