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There you will see service and learn discipline. You have nothing to do here at Orenbourg, and amusements are dangerous to a young man. Today I invite you to dine with me." From bad to worse, thought I. What was the use of being a Sergeant in the Guards almost from my mother's womb? To what has it led? To the regiment of , and an abandoned fortress on the frontier of the steppes!
Cruising about the country also was another Jacobite soldier, 'the Sergent More, a Cameron, later betrayed by , of , who robbed the Prince's hoard of gold. But the Sergeant More had nothing to do, as has been fancied, with the murder of Glenure.
"We'd best get out of this." "That's not easy. There's a score of soldiers between us and the gate; and the sergeant looks like mischief." "Bless my soul, what a face I've put on that young man!" The officer, who had been stunned for a moment by his fall, was soon recalled to life by the pain of the stings. He sat up and looked round. Already his face had about as much feature as a turnip.
Bob and Hugh retired to the wash room and after more or less trouble succeeded in removing the false crop of hair from their faces. Sergeant Riley ordered two policemen in uniform to go with them, and when Mr. Cook, Bob and Hugh had been equipped with pistols and heavy night sticks, the band, now increased to six, were ready to proceed.
He is always attended by a sergeant and six men armed with match-locks; besides three others, one of whom wears a head-piece and carries a large drawn scymitar, another has a shield, and a third a large fan. Four slaves sit at his feet, one holding his betel box, another a lighted match, the third his box of tobacco for smoking, and the fourth a spitting bason.
A sergeant and eight soldiers were dispatched, who arrested Christie again and held him under their guard. News of these agitations spread rapidly through the adjoining villages. It was rumored that a large mob was gathering to rescue Christie from the soldiers.
"That shouldn't be sich a terrible hard job, sir," Sergeant Corney said, speaking for the first time since we were received by the general.
With a wild laugh, Rosenblatt turned the pistol on himself, but before he could fire the Sergeant had wrested it from his hand. "Aha," he gasped, "I have my revenge!" "Fool!" said old Kalmar, who was being supported by his son. "Fool! You have only done for me what I would have done for myself." With a snarl as of a dog, Rosenblatt sank back upon the ground, and with a shudder lay still.
He had been a soldier of fortune and had carried the knapsack, was corporal in Africa, sergeant in the Crimea, and after Solferino had been made lieutenant, having devoted fifteen years of laborious toil and heroic bravery to obtaining that rank, and was so illiterate that he had no chance of ever getting his captaincy.
Sunday, September 24th, 1916. DEAREST MOTHER: Your locket has just reached me, and I have strung it round my neck with M.'s cross. Was it M.'s cross the other night that accounted for my luck? I was in a gun-pit when a shell landed, killing a man only a foot away from me and wounding three others I and the sergeant were the only two to get out all right.
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