It is very well for MacAlpine of Ben Lomond, who has stalked his haggis and devoured2 it raw, who beds down on thistles for preference and grows his own fur; but it is very hard on Smith of Peckham, who through no fault of his own finds himself in a Highland3 regiment4, trying to make his shirt-tails do where his trousers did before. But the real heather-mixture, double-distilled Scot is a hardy5 bird with different ideas from nous autres as to what is cold: also as to what is hot. Witness the trying experience of our Albert Edward.
Our Albert Edward and a Hun rifle grenade arrived at the same place at the same time, intermingled and went down to the Base to be sifted6. In the course of time came a wire from our Albert Edward, saying he had got the grenade out of his system and was at that moment at the railhead; were we going to send him a horse or weren't we?
Emma was detailed7 for the job, which was a mistake, because Emma was not the mount for a man who had been softening8 for five months in hospital. She had only two speeds in her rimg-cap-pertoire, a walk which slung9 you up and down her back from her ears to her croup, and a trot10 which jarred your teeth loose and rattled11 the buttons off your tunic12. However, she went to the railhead and Albert Edward mounted her, threw the clutch into the first speed and hammered out the ten miles to our camp, arriving smothered13 in snow and so stiff we had to lift him down, so raw it was a mockery to offer him a chair, and therefore he had to take his tea off the mantelpiece.
We advised a visit to Sandy. Sandy was the hot-bath merchant. He lurked14 in a dark barn at the end of the village, and could be found there at any time of any day, brooding over the black cauldrons in which the baths were brewed15, his Tam-o'shanter drooped16 over one eye, steam condensing on his blue nose. Theoretically the hot baths were free, but in practice a franc pressed into Sandy's forepaw was found to have a strong calorific effect on the water.
So down the village on all fours, groaning17 like a Dutch brig in a cross sea, went our Albert Edward. He crawled into the dark barn and, having no smaller change, contributed a two-franc bill to the forepaw and told Sandy about his awful stiffness. His eloquence18 and the double fee broke Sandy's heart. With great tears in his eyes he assured Albert Edward that the utmost resources of his experience and establishment should be mobilised on his (Albert Edward's) behalf, and ushered19 him tenderly into that hidden chamber20, constructed of sacking screens, which was reserved for officers. Albert Edward peeled his clothes gingerly from him, and Sandy returned to his cauldrons.
The peeling complete, Albert Edward sat in the draughts21 of the inner chamber and waited for the bath. The outer chamber was filled with smoke, and the flames were leaping six feet above the cauldrons; but every time Albert Edward holloaed for his bath Sandy implored22 another minute's grace.
Finally Albert Edward could stand the draughts no longer and ordered Sandy, on pain of court martial23 and death, to bring the water, hot or not.
Whereupon Sandy reluctantly brought his buckets along, and, grumbling24 that neither his experience nor establishment had had a fair chance, emptied them into the tub. Albert Edward stepped in without further remark and sat down.
The rest of the story I had from my groom25 and countryman, who, along with an odd hundred other people, happened to be patronising the outer chamber tubs at the time. He told me that suddenly they heard "a yowl like a man that's afther bein' bit be a mad dog," and over the screen of the inner chamber came our Albert Edward in his birthday dress. "Took it in his sthride, Sor, an' coursed three laps round the bathhouse cursin' the way he'd wither26 the Divil," said my groom and countryman; "then he ran out of the door into the snow an' lay down in it." He likewise told me that Albert Edward's performance had caused a profound sensation among the other bathers, and they inquired of Sandy as to the cause thereof; but Sandy shook his Tam-o'shanter and couldn't tell them; hadn't the vaguest idea. The water he had given Albert Edward was hardly scalding, he said; hardly scalding, with barely one packet of mustard dissolved in it.
Our Albert Edward is still taking his meals off the mantelpiece.
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I met my friend, the French battery commander, yesterday. He was cantering a showy chestnut27 mare28 over the turf, humming a tune29 aloud. He looked very fit and very much in love with the world. I asked him what he meant by it. He replied that he couldn't help it; everybody was combining to make him happy; his C.O. had fallen down a gun-pit and broken a leg; he had won two hundred francs from his pet enemy; he had discovered a jewel of a cook; and then there was always the Boche, the perfectly30 priceless, absolutely ridiculous, screamingly funny little Boche. The Boche, properly exploited, was a veritable fount of joy. He dreaded31 the end of the War, he assured me, for a world without Boches would be a salad sans the dressing32.
I inquired as to how the arch-humorist had been excelling himself lately.
The Captain passaged his chestnut alongside my bay, chuckled33 and told me all about it. It appeared that one wet night he was rung up by the Infantry34 to say that the neighbouring Hun was up to some funny business, and would he stand by for a barrage35, please?
What sort of funny business was the Hun putting up?
Oh, a rocket had gone up over the way and they thought it was a signal for some frightfulness36 or other.
He stood by for half an hour, and then, as nothing happened, turned in. Ten minutes later the Infantry rang up again. More funny business; three rockets had gone up.
He stood by for an hour with no result, then sought his bunk37 once more, cursing all men. Confound the Infantry getting the jumps over a rocket or two! Confound them two times! Then a spark of inspiration glowed within him, glowed and flamed brightly. If his exalted38 poilus got the wind up over a handful of rockets, how much more also would the deteriorating39 Boche?
Gurgling happily, he brushed the rats off his chest and the beetles40 off his face, turned over and went to sleep. Next morning he wrote a letter to his "god-mother" in Paris ("une petite femme, très intelligente, vous savez"), and ten days later her parcels came tumbling in. The first night (a Monday) he gave a modest display, red and white rockets bursting into green stars every five minutes. Tuesday night more rockets, with a few Catherine-wheels thrown in. Wednesday night, Catherine-wheels and golden rain, and so on until the end of the week, when they finished up with a grand special attraction and all-star programme, squibs, Catherine-wheels, Roman candles, Prince of Wales' feathers, terminating in a blinding, fizzing barrage of coloured rockets, and "God bless our Home" in golden stars.
"All very pretty," said I, "but what were the results?"
"Precisely41 what I anticipated. A deserter came over yesterday who was through it all and didn't intend to go through it again. They had got the wind up properly, he said, hadn't had a wink42 of sleep for a week. His officers had scratched themselves bald-headed trying to guess what it was all about. All ranks stood to continuously, up to their waists in mud, frozen stiff and half drowned, while my brave little rogues43 of poilus, mark you, slept in their dug-outs, and the only man on duty was the lad who was touching44 the fireworks off. O friend of mine, there is much innocent fun to be got out of the Boche if you'll only give him a chance!"
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