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Updated: May 22, 2025


The soldier will immediately cant the swill-tub to an angle of forty-five degrees at a distance of one and a half inches above his right eyebrow. Correct Acknowledgment. Correct Procedure. The soldier will salute with his disengaged arm. The lady will administer a sharp tap with the end of her umbrella to the officer's tunic, at point one inch above the lowest button. Correct Acknowledgment.

"Have a care or he will give you the itch!" "Good sir, the swill-tub is open," cried another, mocking me. "Help yourself!" A third spat at me and bade me begone for a pig. The passers there were always a knot of gazers opposite my lord of Beauvais' palace in those days, when we had the Queen's ear and bade fair to succeed Richelieu stayed to stare. "I want my goods," I said, trembling.

The authorities, however, did not allow the prisoners more than a pint: no matter whether it was thick or thin, no matter whether there was only one ounce of meal in it, back to the cook-house and the swill-tub the surplus must go. Some officers adhered to the rule, others did not. On Sunday the governor, departing from his usual custom, came to his cell, and passed sentence on him there.

"Th' cap'n," he began, "has talked to ye as though ye was white men 'cause he's young and clean an' doesn't know the likes of ye. He hain't had so much to do with a bunch of white-livered, swill-tub jail birds as I have. But don't you go further an' make th' mistake thet 'cause he's young he ain't a man yet. 'Cause if ye do, ye'll wake up sudden with a jolt.

W'y, weren't you 'owling for fresh tins every blessed day? 'Ow often 'ave I 'eard you send the 'ole bloomin' dinner off and tell the man to chuck it in the swill-tub? And breakfast? O, my crikey! breakfast for ten, and you 'ollerin' for more! And now you 'can't 'most tell'! Blow me if it ain't enough to make a man write an insultin' letter to Gawd!

They dread the entire disappearance of that clear decisiveness, that disregard of pleasure, that quiet devotion of self in the face of instant death, which are to be found, now and again, in the course of every war. Even peace, they say, may be bought too dear, and what shall it profit a people if it gain a swill-tub of comforts and lose its own soul?

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