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[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] I TOIIY ATKINS; AT HOME AND ABROAD. A Glimpse at His Private Life. BY "SERGEANT CROWSFOOT." NO. VII. LIKE MACHINES. To emphasise my statement that soldiers by incessant drill become like machines, I have but to say that they are trained to a certain cadence in march- ing, namely, 120 paces to the minute, or 1,800 paces in the quarter of an hour. They became so accustomed to this rate of speed that even without a band they will maintain it throughout a whole march. I remember once testing them, and interested myself one day when we had a march to perform by timing them. About 200 of us were marching through the Himalayas along a very good road. We had no band, and I wondered whether the men would maintain the regulation pace without any accompany- ing music, so I took out my watch when passing a milestone, and on consulting it at the next stone I found the men had marched the mile in 15 minutes exactly the next mile was covered in 15 minutes, also the following one in U minutes, 2 and so on throughout never once ex- ceeding the 15 inmates except after a halt when I found it took them 16 minutes to complete the first mile, the next mile being done in 15 minutes. This may fairly be called clock-work I regularity. When I was in Madars in 1884 an incident occurred to verify what I re- marked concerning the soldiers' im- mobility in the ranks. My regiment, about 400 strong, was on parade one morning when a man who had. gone mad, chiefly through the. effects of drink, commenced firing at the parade, or some- one on parade, from the verandah of an adjacent bungalow. Our half of the men saw him, but no one attempted to move, although he fired two shots. At last the order was given to disperse. Before the man could be captured, however, he blew his brains out. A SOLDIER—BUT A MAN. I quoted just now from a poem called 44 The Soldier's Funeral." I have always considered that work a slur on the arms at large, and some of the expressions flagrantly unjust, such as machines of murder" and "livery of blood," &c. There must be some soldiers, or how is the position of the country to be main- tained. It is manifestly absurd and illogical to suppose that we could exist without an army. And what army has accomplished suck feats and earned so much gratitude from a nation as the British Army ? And what has been their reward ? Is it gratitude and praise ? No quite the reverse. It is only too true that the finger of scorn is often raised at a man for no other reason save that he is a common soldier. Surely, this is very unjust. An honest and manly heart can beat beneath a red coat, as well as under the starched shirt of the civilian. Not very long ago a notice had to be taken down, which read as follows :— "Soldiers and dogs not admitted." And how common is the notice, Soldiers in uniform not admitted or served every careful observer knows. Mark the words in uniform." It is evidently not the principle of allowing soldiers to pass that they stand out against it is the Queen's uniform they ob- ject to. Officers who have, what some people term, the privilege of taking their walks abroad in mufti," or plain clothes, but who are soldiers nevertheless have an entree everywhere, but I am happy to sav there are many officers who will not avail themselves of the privileges afforded them of wearing plain clothes. Was it not Dan O'Connell who, when conducting a case in court, called out, "Let that soldier stand forth and give evidence" referring to an officer, whereat the officer replied haughtily, I beg your pardon, I am not a soldier, I am an officer." "Very well- then," was the unexpected reply, "let that officer who is no soldier stani forth and give evidence." I cannot understand the extreme aversion which many people express towards soldiers, unless it is that they judge the whole flock by the few black sheep. To mv mind it is somewhat of an honour to Wthought capable and fit to serve one's Queen, and defend one's country. Macauley says "For how can a man die better than by facing fearful odds for the ashes of his father's, and the temple of Ms gods." It is true the times have altered since those days but to come to more recent times I have only 60 quote poor Colonel Burnaby's dying wards to substantiate my statement when on the battle field, with the choked accents of a dying man he whispered, Dulee et decorum est pro patria mori, IT IS SWEET AND GLORIOUS TO DIE FOR ONE'S COUNTRY." A man may serve his country in the army with credit both tG himself and to those he serves either as private or officer. Take the matter and look it squarely in the face, and analyse the question, "Why should it be thought a disgrace to wear the red coat i The Duke of Cambridge is said to have refused to allow his carriage to enter a certain park once because he saw a notice pro- hibiting soldiers from entering. If sol- diering is a discreditable profession, then it is equally so for officers and men and who are thought more highly of in society than officers in the Army ? I daresay in nine cases out of ten, if one of these de* el aimers, were confronted with the ques- tion I have propounded above, he would not be able to give a satisfactory answer. Want of civility to soldiers in many cases arises. I know, from the knowledge that nothing can be gained out of them. But this is not the soldier's fault. If his pay will not allow him to be generous, the poor fellow ought not to suffer from that cause. While awaiting my discharge at Gosport, I had occasion to go down to the town of Portsmouth one morning in my uniform, and not knowing my way about I enquired of a policeman, who answered in a most curt and rough manner. The same day I had my civilian clothes handed to me, preparatory to being finally discharged, and I went to the town in the evening dressed as a civilian, and seeing my friend, the policeman of the morning, I accosted him purposely, and was rewarded by the amusement I de- rived from noting his demeanour towards me and contrasting it with his behaviour of the morning. Of course he did not recognise me. I had undergone a transformation. I was no longer Ser- geant but 11 Mr. and you will perhaps think it strange when I tell you that I experienced quite a feeling of importance at once more having regained what seemed to me then the dignified title of Mr. and surely the action of the police- man justified my feeling elated.

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