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Updated: June 15, 2025
The Mutiny of '57 had blazed out of sullen mystery already, the sepoys were burning their barracks half-way on the road to Jundhra! And down below, to the shadow where the Risaldar had stood, crept a giant of a man who had no military bearing. He listened once, and sneaked into the deepest black within the doorway and crouched and waited. Hanadra reeks of history, blood-soaked and mysterious.
That's clean against the rules. Besides, who wants to knock balls about with a sticky cue on a torn billiard cloth, where the whole place reeks of beer and stale tobacco? No, thanks!" "Young gents used not to set so much store by rules when I was a lad." "We've changed since then, Raffles," said Jack, drily. "A little shooting?" "What?" "Sparrers?" suggested Raffles, off-hand. "Rot!" "Bunnies?"
"He's five feet two, sir," he called out "to a h'inch, sir." "All right, that'll do," said the doctor. "I don't think Mr Reeks will grow much more, though; he's too thickset. Get me my stethoscope, Trimmens, and I'll sound his lungs and heart."
Samuel Wootton, the Boston merchant who had given the hospital, was Andrew's true descendant, imbued with the same half-conscious intuition that builds even better that it reeks. And Andrew, could he have returns to earth in his laced coat and long silk waistcoat, would still recognize his own soul in Silliston Academy, the soul of his creed and race.
"Oh, all right, Reeks; but it looks uncommonly like Leeks on your paper here; and I thought you were a Welshman," said the doctor, smiling at his queer Hampshire pronunciation; for some of the chaps down our way speak just as badly as the cockneys in the east end of London, especially those coming from the country part beyond Cosham and Fareham.
First, there is the deliberate lie. This species needs no particular definition. All are acquainted with it, all have met it, some have uttered it. You all know it when you see it; it is barefaced and shameless; it reeks with the mire of falsity and is foul with the slime of the pit infernal.
The Baronet and I rode in front, knee against knee, and his light-hearted chatter of life in town, with his little snatches of verse or song from Cowley or Waller, were a very balm of Gilead to my sombre and somewhat heavy spirit. 'Life is indeed life on such a night as this, quoth he, as we breathed in the fresh country air with the reeks of crops and of kine.
"Don't you imperil your decent young soul with it," I advised earnestly. "It reeks of poisonous piety. The world he paints is so full of nauseating virtues that any self-respecting man would rather live in hell. His characters all talk like a Sunday-school picnic out of the Rollo books.
"Boys have no rights in the Navy, or wrongs either if they behave themselves properly," observed the doctor, giving my joker a `snop' for his bumptiousness. "What's your name?" "Reeks," replied `Ugly, a bit abashed. "My name be Moses Reeks, zur." "Leeks?" "No-a, zur, Reeks. We spells it with a `har, double `he, and a `k' and a `hess, zur."
Then he swallowed the cud, blew from his nostrils the sand that had come into them crossing the scant-garbed hills of Belly Buttes, and said ponderously: "Yes, I know the many-breathed Fire-stick; that's what makes the Palefaces so terrible. The plain simply reeks with the dead bodies of my people whom they have slain." "And the bodies all poisoned, too; whur-r, whur-r!
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