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Updated: June 3, 2025
Look at old Pozzie. 'E's flesh an' blood, and don't turn an 'air! For myself I'll go potty one o' these days. You don't take no notice, do you, old lump o' duff? POZZIE. Oi woulden moind if I got moy rations; but a chap can't keep a good 'eart if 'e's got an empty stummick. You keep yer 'eart in yer stomach, don't yer? You ain't got no mind, you ain't.
"'If you take my advice you bloomin' well will, said the man at the door, whom they called Bill. 'A man wot knows wet 'e's doin' is worth ten wot don't, even if 'e's a potty old parson. 'Bring out the picture, 'Arry. "The man with the revolver walked across the room to where the other two women I mean men were turning over baggage, and asked them for something which they gave him.
By the nonessentials I mean the little potty spies, actuated by sheer hunger or mere officiousness, the neutral busybody who makes a tip-and-run dash into England, the starving waiter, miserably underpaid by some thieving rogue in a neutral country or the frank swindler who sends back to the Fatherland and is duly paid for long reports about British naval movements which he has concocted without setting foot outside his Bloomsbury lodgings.
When nature called and it was daylight, and there was no blizzard outside, the outhouse received a visit from me. This potty had to be used more or less publicly because the bedrooms were shared and there was no indoor bathroom. I was always very modest about my private parts and private functions, and potty's were only used in emergencies, and usually with considerable embarrassment.
Piffle's whole corps, with the heavy artillery, continued its descent on the left bank of the Sandusky river, while Potty, dashing through Scarlet at the hand-gallop, and among the cheers of the populace, moved off along the Grierson road, collecting infantry as he moved, and riding himself at the head of the horse-artillery.
But when it came to the anvil part of the work, Peter found so many faults with the handling and the execution generally, that at length the lad threw down the tongs with a laugh and an oath intermingled, saying: "Ye can mak' potty o' 't yersel, than, Peter. Ye jist min' me o' the Waesome Carl." "What's that o' 't, Rory, man?"
Supports were being hurried forward. Ammunition was scarce. A feeling of anxiety, not unmixed with hope, is the rule. Noon. I am now back in Scarlet, as being more central to both actions now raging, one along the line of the Sandusky between General Piffle and the Army of the Centre, the other toward Grierson between Potty and the corps of Generals Green and Lafayette.
How long is that bloated bondholder to go prancing round on horseback, wall-eyed and muddle-headed, while his men are starved and butchered, and the forces of this great country are at the mercy of clever rogues like Potty, or respectable mediocrities like Stevenson?" General Piffle's force was, I learn, attacked this morning from across the river by the whole weight of the enemy's centre.
The rest of the troops out of Cinnabar have arrived, via Glentower, at the foot of the Blue Mountains. Everyone is in high spirits. Potty has resumed command of his division; I met him half an hour ago at lunch, when he expressed himself delighted with the campaign. Sandusky. A great victory must be announced.
"The last time," said the youth, "that ye set my sock, Peter Whaup, ye turned it oot jist as saft's potty, and it wore oot raither suner." "Hoot! man, ye mistak. It wasna the sock. It was the heid that cam' ahin' 't, and kentna hoo to haud it aff o' the stanes." "Ha! ha! ha! My heid's nae sae saft's yer ain. Jist gie me a haud o' the taings, an' I s' set my sock to my ain min'."
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