The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-09

! ing on the English side). who slap him
on the back and call him "pard. old
man." running races on the sorriest
plugs, with Beers shooting at him 20
make each merry contest a race with
death; never complaining, never re-
rinins, always being what he would
! call zone of the very best"
At mess these chaps are apt to call
their colonel arthur" or Billy" Half
an hour afterward, on duty, they ad-
dress him as "Sir. =" They call each
(short for Cecil), Measles" etc, Just
like college boys here at home. You
are greatly surprised when a stranger
happens along, is invited to dine and
dubs those simple, hearty fellows Lord
Boulderstone or Sir Reginald, and
speaks of others as the Honorable Ed
ward Sutherland and Earl Deerpark
How you must hate it," l once said
to a soldier-lord, ito have a man pile
on the yes. my Lord mo, your Lord
ship, really, Lord Beacham, in every
sentence he speaks"
Yes" said the lord, "it's a bit nau-
seating and 1t costs about so per cent
more for everything you buy when you
have a title. The only chaps who profit
by title are these London surgeons,
who have been charging a guinea
visit at home. They come here, on big
pay, get knighted, and instantly charge
Is guineas a visit. A title is not so
bad for those chaps
But. now, let us HE back to the dude
in war. Some of the Reggies write to
me from the front and think that the
quotations ] am going to make from
their letters will prove peculiarly inter-
esting. They will illumine the charac-
"a Of tsTQn0Ofao and fhnxy will
the war In South Africa a strong light
by which you can gauge what is TAX
ing place there better than by all the
news dispatches of the past three
months.
First we will let Reggie speak for
himself I left him when he was coop
ed up at Maghersfontein, and l went
down to Cape Town to arrange to press
on with "Bobs." Then came a letter
from Reggie, in which he said: II am
sorry failed to get you fresh horse.
Some fine ones. abandoned by the
Beers. or no longer needed by Beers
who ran up against our bullets, were
herding out beyond out outposts. / got
orders to put out the pickets yester-
day, and l got up at in the morning
TO do so. II took me ten minutes-of
exquisite agony-to straighten out my
legs and get up on my feet, for ! am
keeping company with an Italian gem
tleman of the name OF Lumbago.
However. / opened out at full length
like a rusty pocketknife, and started
with my men. When day broke Brother
Boer' saw us. though we could not see
him, and he began TO salt and pepper
us with his expanding bullets and his
sweetvoiced Mauser balls. The Beers
got our range so cleverly and kept up
such a devi of a rain Of lead on us
that Il got on my nerves. and said 20
my men: Amt you fed up on this?
I'm for breaking cover and chasing
those Johnnies out OF their holes
IAN were willing, and, silly as II was,
we jumped up and ran for where the
shots came from. The Beers kept up
hot fire. but none OF us was hit and
this scared them so that they Jumped
up and ran. There were only four ~
them. though ! would have laid i've
mounds against "A farthing that they
were two dozen strong. which shows
once again how many shots ~ man IL
good FOR when he loads with a bunch
at h time and only has 30 WiRRle
finger 80 keep the lead
dying We hit one fellow. lsut 49, ]
meant a. say Was thaf we Kicked up
such "a mess that the horses stamped
ed. ana 10 / could not get you one