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Updated: May 28, 2025
Of all men in the world we soldiers ought to know this." The sergeant spoke so earnestly, and his eyes withal looked so solemnly from their sunken sockets, that his friend could not help being impressed. "I believe ye're no' far wrang, serjint, an' I tak' shame to mysel' that I've been sic a harum-scarum sinner up to this time."
"Now, as you write a capital hand, and know how to express yourself on paper," continued Hardy, "it strikes me that you will do the job better than any one else; and, being a friend, I feel that I can talk freely to you on my private affairs. So you'll help me?" "I'm wullin' to try, serjint, and ac' the legal adviser amytoor-like, ye ken." "Thank you. Can you come to-morrow morning?"
If I was his lawyer," said Sutherland, with ineffable scorn, "I wad advise him to erec' an hospital in his lifetime for incurable eediots, an' to gang in himsel' as the first patient. But, come awa wi' yer wull, serjint." "Get ready, then, my lawyer, and see that you put it down all ship-shape, as poor Molloy would have said."
"Ye forget, serjint," he said softly, "that Miles an' Airmstrang are baith deed." "No, lad; no one can say they are certainly dead." "Aweel we canna exactly say it, but when ye consider o' the born deevils that have gotten haud o' them, we are entitled to think them deed ony way." "They are reported as `missing, that is all, and that is enough for me. You write down what I tell you, lad.
"I'm about ready to tell the lads to put an end to a traitor to his country." "Tchah! Ye daren't do annything o' the kind, Serjint, for it would be murther. This is my counthry, and I'm a prisoner of war." "Let him be, Sergeant, and we'll get him into the camp. Can you sit on a horse, sir?" I said. "Sure, how do I know, boy, till I thry?
Amid these dreadful memorials of the recent fight the party bivouacked! Next day the troops returned to Suakim, and Sutherland, after breakfast, and what he called a wash-up, went to see his friend Sergeant Hardy, with pen, ink, and paper. "Weel, serjint, hoo are ye the day?" "Pretty well, thank you pretty well. Ah!
"No, serjint, I canna, because I've to start airly the morn's mornin' wi' a pairty to meet the Scots Gairds comin' back frae Tamai, but the moment I come back I'll come to ye." "That will do thank you. And now, Gaspard, what's the news from England? I hear that a mail has just come in." "News that will make your blood boil," said Gaspard sternly.
"What do you want with a doctor, you Irish renegado turncoat? You said you were a dead man." "Whisht! I'm a prisoner; but I'm an officer and a gintleman. Here, boy, ordher your min to carry me out of this." "My men!" I said, laughing. "I'm only a private, and this is my sergeant." "Thin ye ought to change places, me boy. Give orders to your min to carry me out of this, Serjint."
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