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coarse　joke　（alluding　to　the　fact　that　in　these　hot　climates　the

ale　oozes　out　as　it　were　from　the　pores　of　the　skin）　old　Jowler

laughed：　a　host　of　swarthy　chobdars；　kitmatgars；　sices；　consomahs；

and　bobbychies　laughed　too；　as　they　provided　me；　unasked；　with　the

grateful　fluid。　　Swallowing　six　tumblers　of　it；　I　paused　nervously

for　a　moment；　and　then　said



〃Bobbachy；　consomah；　ballybaloo　hoga。〃



The　black　ruffians　took　the　hint　and　retired。



〃Colonel　and　Mrs。　Jowler；〃　said　I　solemnly；　〃we　are　alone；　and　you；

Miss　Jowler；　you　are　alone　too；　that　isI　meanI　take　this

opportunity　to（another　glass　of　ale；　if　you　please）to　express；

once　for　all；　before　departing　on　a　dangerous　campaign〃（Julia

turned　pale）〃before　entering；　I　say；　upon　a　war　which　may　stretch

in　the　dust　my　high…raised　hopes　and　me；　to　express　my　hopes　while

life　still　remains　to　me；　and　to　declare　in　the　face　of　heaven；

earth；　and　Colonel　Jowler；　that　I　love　you；　Julia！〃　　The　Colonel；

astonished；　let　fall　a　steel　fork；　which　stuck　quivering　for　some

minutes　in　the　calf　of　my　leg；　but　I　heeded　not　the　paltry

interruption。　　〃Yes；　by　yon　bright　heaven；〃　continued　I；　〃I　love

you；　Julia！　　I　respect　my　commander；　I　esteem　your　excellent　and

beauteous　mother；　tell　me；　before　I　leave　you；　if　I　may　hope　for　a

return　of　my　affection。　　Say　that　you　love　me；　and　I　will　do　such

deeds　in　this　coming　war　as　shall　make　you　proud　of　the　name　of

your　Gahagan。〃



The　old　woman；　as　I　delivered　these　touching　words；　stared；

snapped；　and　ground　her　teeth；　like　an　enraged　monkey。　　Julia　was

now　red；　now　white；　the　Colonel　stretched　forward；　took　the　fork

out　of　the　calf　of　my　leg；　wiped　it；　and　then　seized　a　bundle　of

letters　which　I　had　remarked　by　his　side。



〃A　cornet！〃　said　he；　in　a　voice　choking　with　emotion；　〃a　pitiful；

beggarly　Irish　cornet　aspire　to　the　hand　of　Julia　Jowler！　　Gag；

Gahagan；　are　you　mad；　or　laughing　at　us？　　Look　at　these　letters；

young　manat　these　letters；　I　sayone　hundred　and　twenty…four

epistles　from　every　part　of　India　（not　including　one　from　the

Governor…General；　and　six　from　his　brother；　Colonel　Wellesley；）

one　hundred　and　twenty…four　proposals　for　the　hand　of　Miss　Jowler！

Cornet　Gahagan；〃　he　continued；　〃I　wish　to　think　well　of　you：　you

are　the　bravest；　the　most　modest；　and；　perhaps；　the　handsomest　man

in　our　corps；　but　you　have　not　got　a　single　rupee。　　You　ask　me　for

Julia；　and　you　do　not　possess　even　an　anna！〃（Here　the　old　rogue

grinned；　as　if　he　had　made　a　capital　pun）。〃No；　no；〃　said　he；

waxing　good…natured；　〃Gagy；　my　boy；　it　is　nonsense！　　Julia；　love；

retire　with　your　mamma；　this　silly　young　gentleman　will　remain　and

smoke　a　pipe　with　me。〃



I　took　one；　it　was　the　bitterest　chillum　I　ever　smoked　in　my　life。



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I　am　not　going　to　give　here　an　account　of　my　military　services；

they　will　appear　in　my　great　national　autobiography；　in　forty

volumes；　which　I　am　now　preparing　for　the　press。　　I　was　with　my

regiment　in　all　Wellesley's　brilliant　campaigns；　then　taking　dawk；

I　travelled　across　the　country　north…eastward；　and　had　the　honor　of

fighting　by　the　side　of　Lord　Lake　at　Laswaree；　Deeg；　Furruckabad；

Futtyghur；　and　Bhurtpore：　but　I　will　not　boast　of　my　actionsthe

military　man　knows　them；　MY　SOVEREIGN　appreciates　them。　　If　asked

who　was　the　bravest　man　of　the　Indian　army；　there　is　not　an　officer

belonging　to　it　who　would　not　cry　at　once；　GAHAGAN。　　The　fact　is；　I

was　desperate：　I　cared　not　for　life；　deprived　of　Julia　Jowler。



With　Julia's　stony　looks　ever　before　my　eyes；　her　father's　stern

refusal　in　my　ears；　I　did　not　care；　at　the　close　of　the　campaign；

again　to　seek　her　company　or　to　press　my　suit。　　We　were　eighteen

months　on　service；　marching　and　countermarching；　and　fighting

almost　every　other　day：　to　the　world　I　did　not　seem　altered；　but

the　world　only　saw　the　face；　and　not　the　seared　and　blighted　heart

within　me。　　My　valor；　always　desperate；　now　reached　to　a　pitch　of

cruelty；　I　tortured　my　grooms　and　grass…cutters　for　the　most

trifling　offence　or　error；I　never　in　action　spared　a　man；I

sheared　off　three　hundred　and　nine　heads　in　the　course　of　that

single　campaign。



Some　influence；　equally　melancholy；　seemed　to　have　fallen　upon　poor

old　Jowler。　　About　six　months　after　we　had　left　Dum　Dum；　he

received　a　parcel　of　letters　from　Benares　（whither　his　wife　had

retired　with　her　daughter）；　and　so　deeply　did　they　seem　to　weigh

upon　his　spirits；　that　he　ordered　eleven　men　of　his　regiment　to　be

flogged　within　two　days；　but　it　was　against　the　blacks　that　he

chiefly　turned　his　wrath。　　Our　fellows；　in　the　heat　and　hurry　of

the　campaign；　were　in　the　habit　of　dealing　rather　roughly　with

their　prisoners；　to　extract　treasure　from　them：　they　used　to　pull

their　nails　out　by　the　root；　to　boil　them　in　kedgeree　pots；　to　flog

them　and　dress　their　wounds　with　cayenne　pepper；　and　so　on。

Jowler；　when　he　heard　of　these　proceedings；　which　before　had　always

justly　exasperated　him　（he　was　a　humane　and　kind　little　man）；　used

now　to　smile　fiercely　and　say；　〃D…　the　black　scoundrels！　　Serve

them　right；　serve　them　right！〃



One　day；　about　a　couple　of　miles　in　advance　of　the　column；　I　had

been　on　a　foraging…party　with　a　few　dragoons；　and　was　returning

peaceably　to　camp；　when　of　a　sudden　a　troop　of　Mahrattas　burst　on

us　from　a　neighboring　mango…tope；　in　which　they　had　been　hidden：　in

an　instant　three　of　my　men's　saddles　were　empty；　and　I　was　left

with　but　seven　more　to　make　head　against　at　least　thirty　of　these

vagabond　black　horsemen。　　I　never　saw　in　my　life　a　nobler　figure

than　the　leader　of　the　troopmounted　on　a　splendid　black　Arab：　he

was　as　tall；　very　nearly；　as　myself；　he　wore　a　steel　cap　and　a

shirt　of　mail；　and　carried　a　beautiful　French　carbine；　which　had

already　done　execution　upon　two　of　my　men。　　I　saw　that　our　only

chance　of　safety　lay　in　the　destruction　of　this　man。　　I　shouted　to

him　in　a　voice　of　thunder　（in　the　Hindustanee　tongue　of　course）；

〃Stop；　dog；　if　you　dare；　and　encounter　a　man！〃



In　reply　his　lance　came　whirling　in　the　air　over　my　head；　and

mortally　transfixed　poor　Foggarty　of　ours；　who　was　behind　me。

Grinding　my　teeth　and　swearing　horribly；　I　drew　that　scimitar　which

never　yet　failed　its　blow；*　and　rushed　at　the　Indian。　　He　came　down

at　full　gallop；　his　own　sword　making　ten　thousand　gleaming　circles

in　the　air；　shrieking　his　cry　of　battle。





*　In　my　affair　with　Macgillicuddy；　I　was　fool　enough　to　go　out　with

small…swordsmiserable　weapons　only　fit　for　tailors。G。　O'G。　G。





The　contest　did　not　last　an　instant。　　With　my　first　blow　I　cut　off

his　sword…arm　at　the　wrist；　my　second　I　levelled　at　his　head。　　I

said　that　he　wore　a　steel　cap；　with　a　gilt　iron　spike　of　six

inches；　and　a　hood　of　chain　mail。　　I　rose　in　my　stirrups　and

delivered　〃ST。　GEORGE；〃　my　sword　caught　the　spike　exactly　on　the

point；　split　it　sheer　in　two；　cut　crashing　through　the　steel　cap

and　hoo