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The Conversion Of Private M'Slattery |
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Then a voice said, apparently in M'Slattery's ear-- "A magnificent body of men, Colonel. I congratulate you." A minute later M'Slattery was aroused from his trance by the sound of the Colonel's ringing voice-- "Highlanders, three cheers for His Majesty the King!" M'Slattery led the whole Battalion, his glengarry high in the air. Suddenly his eye fell upon Private Mucklewame, blindly and woodenly yelling himself hoarse. In three strides M'Slattery was standing face to face with the unconscious criminal. "Yous low, lousy puddock," he roared--"tak' off your bonnet!" He saved Mucklewame the trouble of complying, and strode back to his place in the ranks. "Yin mair, chaps," he shouted--"for the young leddy!" And yet there are people who tell us that the formula, O.H.M.S., is a mere relic of antiquity. |
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