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There we had tolerable cookery; come and take the best we can give you." But this invitation Wilfrid had to decline. "Why?" said Jenna. He replied: "I've stuck at Meran three months. I did it, in obedience to what I understood from Colonel Zofel to be the General's orders.
The time'll come for it and then, you cats!" Wilfrid inquired how long this state of things had been going on. Jenna replied that they appeared to be in the middle of it; nearly a week. Another week, and their day would arrive; and then! "Have you heard anything of a Count Ammiani here?" said Wilfrid. "Oh! he's one of the lot, I believe. We have him fast, as we'll have the bundle of them.
Jenna pointed out the Duchess of Graatli's house, saying, "By the way, the Lenkensteins are here; they left Venice last week. Of course you know, or don't you? and there they must stop, I suppose." Wilfrid nodded an immediate good-bye to him, and crossed to the house-door.
Half-a-dozen of them interlaced arms, striding up toward the Porta Nuova, near which, at the corner of the Via Trinita, they had the pleasant excitement of beholding a riderless horse suddenly in mid gallop sink on its knees and roll over. A crowd came pouring after it, and from the midst the voice of a comrade hailed them. 'It's Pierson, cried Lieutenant Jenna.
They had not proceeded more than two hundred yards on the pathway, when they were met by a messenger from Jenna, who informed them that the owners of all the horses in the town, had ridden out to welcome their chief, and escort him to his residence, so that they should be obliged to walk the remainder of the way.
After cracking fingers a hundred times, and grinning as often, they were informed, that the chief's messenger had returned from Jenna, but for some reason, which Lander could not define, the man was almost immediately sent back again, and they were told that they could not quit Badagry until he again made his appearance.
I suppose that cur has driven my luggage there." Jenna informed him that officers had to muster in barracks every evening. "Come and see your old comrades; they'll like you better in bad luck there's the comfort of it: hang the human nature! She's a good old brute, if you don't drive her hard. Our regiment left Verona in November.
Jenna finished by assaulting a herd of faces with smoke. "Pig of a German!" was shouted; and "Porco, porco," was sung in a scale of voices. Jenna received a blinding slap across the eyes. He staggered back; Wilfrid slashed his sword in defence of him. He struck a man down. "Blood! blood!" cried the gathering mob, and gave space, but hedged the couple thickly.
"No doubt he's a capital fellow," said Jenna; "but 'Viva Scottocorni' is not my language;" and the spirited little subaltern repeated his "Excuse me," with very good temper, while one knocked off his shako, another tugged at his coat-skirts.
Under this impression, he despatched a messenger to Jenna, to ascertain if the affairs of that country warranted him sending them thither. The old king of Jenna, who, it will be recollected, behaved so kindly to Captain Clapperton, was dead; his successor had been appointed, but he had not at that time arrived from Katunga. That being the case, there would not be any one at Jenna to receive them.
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