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Updated: June 23, 2025
That night a round-robin, which was signed by all, was sent to General Oku, pointing out to him that unless we were allowed nearer to his army than eight miles, our usefulness to the people who paid us our salaries was at an end. While waiting for an answer to this we were led out to see another battle.
It was enough, too." Stafford turned to his wife. "Dearie?" "Yes," she answered coldly. "Do you mind 'phoning for Oku to bring some ice-water?" "Not at all." Going to the 'phone on the wall, she took off the receiver and spoke into it. "Hello! Have Oku bring some ice-water." "I've got a terrible headache," he went on.
The unfortunate fact, so far as we are concerned, is that General Oku has no heavy artillery with him, otherwise he would be able to shell the Nanshan Heights from Mount Sampson, and drive the Russians out.
To be quite frank, that is another reason why I don't care to spend too much time in my Riverside home. I feel lonesome there. The place is quiet; it lacks the life and bustle of a hotel, and Oku, decent little Jap as he is, hardly makes an ideal companion " Sending a cloud of tobacco smoke up to the ceiling, Hadley gave vent to a low, expressive whistle. "So that's where the land lays, eh?
The next morning Major Okabe delivered the answer of General Oku to our round-robin. He informed us that we had been as near to the fighting as we ever would be allowed to go. The nearest we had been to any fighting was four miles.
Here the General was interrupted by a soul-stirring shout of "Banzai!" from the exultant troops. The echoes of the shout had not died away among the surrounding hills before the serried masses of infantry were once more silent and motionless as statues, and Oku resumed: "I am proud, your officers are proud, and I am sure that you yourselves are proud, of your glorious achievement.
With a grin at Virginia he snickered: "I told you being late was the proper thing." Virginia turned to the butler. Anxiously she said: "Isn't there some mistake?" Oku shook his head, and throwing open the door of the salon, motioned to them to enter. "Excuse, please, but there is no mistake," he grinned. "Mr.
The still weary troops were falling in, under arms, and in the distance I recognised General Oku, surrounded by the members of his staff, already on the ground. The commanding officers were at their posts, the non-commissioned officers were busily engaged in seeing that the troops were all in order for inspection, and a few minutes later the roll call was being gone through.
Viewed through the folding doors and literally groaning under the load of handsome silver, fine crystal, snowy linen, and cut flowers, the table presented a picture calculated to fill the heart of any host with pride. Oku glanced anxiously at the clock. He devoutly prayed that his dear master would soon come. It was a terrible responsibility for him to bear alone.
She and Stafford had been so completely engrossed that they had not heard the entrance of Oku, who had come in to announce that dinner was ready. "Excuse, please! Dinner, it is served!" His master motioned him to go into the next room. "Go and tell Miss Blaine and Mr. Gillie," he said in a slightly annoyed tone.
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