he were afraid of coming to an untoward conclusion; while on a shirt he is always the colour of dirt, to avoid detection. In this latter form their looks vary. I have known some to smile all the time; others have no time for such an extravagance; their faces are too full of soldier.
By the way, a fine, fat, full specimen was sitting on the edge of my thumb the other afternoon; he had a red streak along his back, evidently being a staff officer. He was quite offended at something; perhaps because I had not saluted him. However, it simply had to be done, and so I closed my eyes for a second, and ………… His skeleton was presented to the British Museum.
It sh It seemed a shame to have to act so impetuously, but, his comrades were calling me,