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The Red Watch

Chapter 10 XToC

Word Count: 3447    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

FIELD MARSHAL THE RIGHT HO

tanding on his head,

oor where "Rare" Ben Jonson had claimed his foot of ground, and we were playing "Innocents Abroad" and having some fun with our guide.

him up on his feet,"

n who wrote th

wered the guide. "I unders

Was he the first pawnbroker, o

h the watches," said our guide, awe

. "He must have been somebody impo

s the answer we received. We were

isles; beneath whose flagston

berless monuments to nonentities that by some means have managed to creep into the shadow of greatness, by

Cromwell's monument and the spot in the great hall where Charles I. stood when he received his death sentence. Poor Charle

nounced to the banquetting courtiers, according to tradition, that this majestic structure was intended as an ante-room to the great Parliament Buildings which he intended to rear on the banks of the Thames. The person who reads the

ed, the grim dominating lineaments shown in Cromwell's statue, and the no

n the Celtic the words of the song say "Well tak' the High Road." London Bridge had not fallen down in spite of threatened

, the two gigantic streams forming a symphony of liquid mud, the Detroit River rushing between two busy cities

lace in Great Britain or Ireland meant a great deal to our men. The Government had taken over the British railways on an agreement to pay the proprietors the amount of the earnings in 1913, during the period the roads would be under control. The managers of the railway

n the cost of service and at the same time put a stop to rate cutting, but there is such a thing as compe

r their holidays. The Scotchmen selected New Year's, and the Irish chose both and had their way, for what Commanding Officer could den

hing about the Highland Hills that impresses one very deeply. The peaks are not so majestic as the Saw Tooth Rockies, the Kicking Horse Range, the Cariboo Mountain, or the Range of the Agawa Valley on the northwest shore of Lake Superior whi

Scots to the war. Ninety-three per cent. of the sons of the Scottish Manse had volunteered and gone, and only the lame, the halt an

eturn, and while he went off to see a young man, I was sitting in the automobile opposite a small cottage, at the front gate of whi

she said with a wistful look on her

land Regiments, perhaps you have

adding that I belonged to a

not gone to the war," she volunteered. "And they will have t

y; "You are sending them all to the war. There won't be any left. Why d

she drew herself up scornfully and turning o

have spoken to him again if he had

recurred to me, "A Cameron never can yield." This is an exampl

and have their children see "Home." The people of Scotland cannot understand why Colonials and Americans of Scottish desc

rt time when the kindly spirit and homely friendship of the people give us a new experience. It is like the feeling of good-will that centres about one's own fireside. As a country Scotland is "Home." Everyon

od to do us for the day. We drilled and fought and put into effect new lessons in tactics. Particular attention was paid to musketry, such as training

onfirmed adherent to the old Bisley style of deliberate shooting. I left a convert to the new British system of musketry that turned out the formidable riflemen of the First British A

campaigning. But Providence saved me from even a scratch, although I was projected with such force against the glass windshield as to smash it to atoms. As the car went over, I had presence of mind enough to grasp the stancheons of the top, and thus saved myself from being thrown out over the front of the car. General Turner, V.C., who was in the rear seat with Colonel Burland, was buried under the machine, and as I cleared myself from the broken glass and debris I hear him groan, whilst the automobile hind wheels continued to revolve as long as any gasoline

ing seasoned. They had gone into huts at Lark Hill which they had built themselv

and Lord Islington paid us a visit at Lark Hill, and we h

Kitchener would be down the following week to review the Canadian Division and say good-bye. This put everybody in tune, even the lads who had to stay in England with the surplus officers. On Wednesday afternoon the field officers spent some time in going over the review ground, pegging it out, so it wi

visible, and from Signal Mound in the rear of the reviewing grounds the river and Old Sarum can be seen in the distance. All about the plains huge mounds raised by the Druidical Celts rear themselves, of varying sizes, some twenty feet high, others smaller. This must in all ages

ghtened up and then we were ordered to parade with overcoats in packs, but by the time the

gades of them, the pick of the contingent. They certainly looked well as they marched across the Downs to their appointed stations. The training had had its effect. The

ajesty with us then, as well as the King, and Lord Roberts, whos

Amesbury. The road was built along the sides of the hills without any pretence of grading to a level. It was built by the sturdy Canadians who will leave that monument behind

ich the Royal Standard was then floating. As he took his place on the stand, a trumpet sounded and as one man the troops came to the salute. Each double line was over a mile in length. His Majesty and Staff, accompanied by General A

he health of the men and expressed great pleasure to know that we had almost recovered from the terrible epidemic of influenza and of la grippe that had affected the troops. I assured him that the men did not grumble, they considered it part of their work and were quite content to "do their bit" for His Majesty and the Empire. He repeated that it was altogether too bad that the Canadians had had to put up with disagre

that occasion he was showing the effects of the hard work he had been giving to the Army-here to-day, miles away to-morrow. But th

would be the strongest and best King the Empire had ever seen. To him alone is to be ascribed the wonderful politic

ong the railway four deep to cheer His Majesty as his train passed. The bonnets were placed on the muzzles of the rifles and the men cheered like mad. His Majesty stood at the window of the Royal Coach and waved far

and it is get ready to entra

shment and were transferred to other corps were getting along well. Lieutenants Smith and Ian Sinclair had gone to the Ro

ediately joined the officers' training class and qualified as a combatant officer so that if

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