I do not wish to boast, but to hear me pick the "Moonlight Sonata4" out of a piano with one hand (the other strapped5 behind my back) is an unforgettable experience.
I would not yield to Paderewski himself on the comb, bones or Jew's harp6, and I could give A. Gabriel a run for his money on the coachhorn. But these bagpipes7!
It is not so much the execution of the bagpiper8 that I object to as his restricted repertoire9. He can only play one noise. It is quite useless a Scot explaining to me that this is the "Lament10 of Sandy Macpherson" and that the "Dirge11 of Hamish MacNish"; it all sounds the same to me.
The brigade of infantry12 that is camped in front of my dug-out ("Mon Repos") is a Scots brigade. Not temporary Scots from the Highlands of Commissioner15 Street, Jo'burg, and Hastings Street, Vancouver (about whom I have nothing to say), but real pukka, law-abiding, kirk-going, God-fearing, bayonet-pushing Gaels, bred among the crags of the Grampians and reared on thistles and illicit16 whuskey. And every second man in this brigade is a confirmed bagpiper.
They have massed pipes for breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; pipes solos before, during, and after drinks. If one of them goes across the road to borrow a box of matches, a piper goes with him raising Cain. Their Officers' Mess is situated17 just behind "Mon Repos," so we live in the orchestra stalls, so to speak, and hear all there is to be heard.
One evening, while Sandy Macpherson's (or Hamish MacNish's) troubles were being very poignantly18 aired next door, Albert Edward came to the conclusion that the limit had been reached. "They've been killing19 the pig steadily20 for ten days and nights now," said he; "something's got to be done about it."
"I'm with you," said I; "but what are we two against a whole brigade? If they were to catch you pushing an impious pin into one of their sacred joy-bags there'd be another Second Lieutenant21 missing."
"Desist and let me think," said Albert Edward, and for the next hour he lay on his bed rolling and groaning—the usual signs that his so-called brain is active.
The following morning he rode over to the squadron, returning later with the Mess gramophone and a certain record. There are records and records, but for high velocity22, armour-piercing and range this one bangs Banagher. It is a gem23 out of that "sparkling galaxy24 of melody, mirth and talent" (Press Agent speaking), "I Don't Think," which scintillates25 nightly at the Frivolity26 Theatre.
"When the Humming-birds are singing" is the title thereof, and Miss Birdie de Maie renders it—renders it as she alone can, in a voice like a file chafing27 corrugated28 iron.
We started the birds humming at 4 p.m., and let it rip steadily until 11.15 p.m., only stopping to change needles.
Albert Edward's batman unleashed29 the hub-bub again at six next morning; my batman relieved him at eight, and so on throughout the day in two-hour shifts. At night the line guards carried on. The following morning, as our batmen threatened to report sick, we crimed a trooper for "dumb insolence30" and made him expiate31 his sin by tending the gramophone. O'Dwyer, of one of the neighbouring ammunition32 columns, came over in the afternoon to complain that his mules33 couldn't get a wink34 of sleep and were muttering among themselves; but we gave him a bottle of whiskey and he went away quietly.
Monk35 of the other column called an hour later to ask if we wanted to draw shell-fire; but we bought him off with a snaffle bit and a bottle of hair lotion36.
The whole neighbourhood grew restive37. Somebody under cover of the dark took a pot at the gramophone with a revolver and winged it in the trumpet38. Even the placid39 observation balloon which floats above our camp grew nasty and dropped binoculars40 and sextants on us. We built a protective breastwork of sandbags about it and carried on. As for ourselves we didn't mind the racket in the least, having taken the precaution of corking41 our ears with gunners' wax.
Then one evening we discovered a Highland14 bomber42 worming up a drain on his stomach towards our instrument. Cornered, he excused himself on the plea that it was a form of Swedish exercise he always took at twilight43 for the benefit of his digestion44. An ingenious explanation, but it hardly covered the live Mills bomb he was endeavouring to conceal45 in a fold of his kilt. We drove him away with a barrage46 of peg-mallets; but secretly we were very elated, for it was clear that the strain was telling on the hardy47 Scot.
As a precautionary measure we now surrounded the gramophone with a barbed-wire entanglement48, and so we carried on.
Next day we saw a score of kiltie officers grouped outside their Mess, heads together, apparently49 in earnest consultation50. Every now and again they would turn and glare darkly in our direction.
"The white chiefs hold heap big palaver51 over yonder," Albert Edward remarked. "They're tossing up now to decide who shall come over and beard us. The braw bairn with the astrakhan knees has lost; he's cocking his bonnet52 and asking his pals53 if he's got his sporran on straight. Behold54 he approacheth, stepping delicately. I leave it to you, partner."
I lay in the grass and waited for the deputation. The gramophone, safe behind its sandbags and wire, was doing business as usual, Miss Birdie yowling away like a wild cat on hot cinders55. The deputation picked his way round the horse lines, nodded to me and sat down on the oil-drum we keep for the accommodation of guests. He nervously56 opened the ball by remarking that the weather was fine.
I did not agree with him, but refused to argue. That baffled him for some seconds, but he recovered by maintaining that it was anyway finer than it had been in 1915. After that outburst he seemed at a loss for a topic of conversation, and sat scratching his ear as if he expected to get inspiration out of it as a conjurer gets rabbits.
"Ye seem verra pairtial to music?" he ventured presently.
"Passionately57," said I.
"Ah—hem! Ye seem verra pairtial to that one selection," he continued.
"Passionately devoted58 to it," said I. "Lovely little thing; I adore its sentiment, tempo13, tremolo and timbre59, its fortissimo and allegro60. Just listen to the part that's coming now—
'When the humming birds are singing
And the old church bells are ringing
We'll canoodle, we'll canoodle 'neath the moon.
Down in Alabama
You'll be my starry-eyed charmer;
On my white-haired kitten's grave we'll sit and spoon, spoon,
spoo-oo-oon.'
Nifty bit of allegro work that—eh, what?"
He nodded politely. "Ay—of course, sairtainly; but—er—er—don't ye find it grows a wee monotonous61 in time?"
"Never," I retorted stoutly62. "Not in the least. No more than you find the Lament or Dirge of Sandy Macpherson or Hamish MacNish monotonous."
He cocked his ears suddenly and stared at me. Then his chubby63 face split slowly from ear to ear in the widest grin I ever saw, and up went both his hands.
"Kamerad!" said he.
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