The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1902-03-24
WHAT PAUL NEUMANN DID
IN SOUTH AFRICAN WAR

Here Barrett jumped up, tuning,
J I'm court-martial you, you insolent
scoundrel."
Yes, sir, and you'll be chief witness
ana my own officers shall try me;
that's what we were promised when
we enlisted. and you'll be very sorry
When- Sergeant remove that man,
beloved the purple-visaged major. and
that ended it.
Lie in Bloemfontein was not bad,
however Supplying liquor to a soldier
was a penal offense, and many Were
the devices practiced to get a drink.
one of our fellows took his badges and
stripes off, and marching into a bar
called loudly for whisky. Officer, STRIP
asked the bartender. Our man placed
pair OF Spectacles on his nose and
giared at him. Beg pardon, sir;
whisky, was it?''
Bloemfontein was ruled by the all
powerful staff. When a man was use
less in the field, he Joined the staff by
compulsion, and weird lot the staff
were, too The Australians. perhaps
the finest fighters who ever held a
gun, had a cordial loathing for the
stan and every one connected with il.
Staff officers seemed to suffer from
ennui. and went hunting in town.
seeking which poor devil of a trooper
they might find slack and destroy. The
rough rider of the Queensland Bush
men was a tanned, bearded centaur
from the wilds of North Australia, with
a wholesome contempt of staff officers
and their regulations. Now, there was
and is very steep hill in Bloem-
fontein down which the lady-like staff
officers gingerly walked their horses.
One of our handles with the eyeglass
set. was picking his dainty way up
the hill. when our friend, the rough
rider, came galloping down like an
To-, IL, II r
the staff officer.
Stop, fellow" screamed BERTHE, los
ing his eyeglass in the effort.
The Australian pulled up.
DO you always pahs youah officials
like that?" demanded the indignant
sub.
NO sir; sometimes pass on the
other side" was the calm reply.
And what the deuce do you mean
by ah racing down this hill?"
We'll ah, you see, sir. l all am paid
to teach men to ah ride, sir. Gee up"
Collapse of the staff doll, who makes
haste to escape the circle of grinning
civilians who had been onlookers.
The work in the hospital kept each
of us in his own quarter, and we rarely
had chance to speak to friends To-
bacco was a luxury, as the following
will show. A man just out
of hospital was dying for a smoke. He
Have you a cigarette, friend?" he
asked. "Cigarette!" exclaimed the cor
poral: I'D choke my very best friend
for one. Here's a paper and a match;
there is the open veldt. Go and hunt
your straw, sonny
Our men We're swindled right and
left by Polish Israelites, who were al
lowed to set up teetotaier canteen in
the hospital. This place was nominally
under the censorship and patronage of
the colonel; leave had been completely
stopped, and the town declared out of
bounds. We had, therefore, no alter
native but to buy from the canteen at
heir own prices. A cup Of tea and
1 dry bun was sixpence, or u cents;
a tin of condensed milk, 40 cents; a
penny tin of potted meat, a shilling, or
"A cents, and so on. One dark night
as the stories have it, a bad, bold
Irishman and a bad, bold Welshman
Indid their hold alls and produced a
'azor each, and then Guiding the guard, 4;
hey made for that canteen tent A |
'aZor has a sharp edge. and a tent is |
,ut canvas. In trice there We're two !
luge gasheS in the tent, and Taffy /
md Pat had their arms full of cigars !
md cigarettes and other good things. |
But the son of Abraham had nightmare |
hat night and dreamed that some one |
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