Do you know, I was once nearly caught by so slight a habit as sitting thus, with my legs across." Here the major rested his right foot on his left knee, in illustration, and continued:-- "We were quartered in Jamaica.

I had not long joined, and was about as raw a young gentleman as you could see; the only very clear ideas in my head being that we were monstrous fine fellows in the 50th, and that the planters' daughters were deplorably in love with us.

Not that I was much wrong on either side.

For brandy-and-water, sangaree, Manilla cigars, and the ladies of color, I'd have backed the corps against the service.
Proof was, of eighteen only two ever left the island; for what with the seductions of the coffee plantations, the sugar canes, the new rum, the brown skins, the rainy season, and the yellow fever, most of us settled there." "It's very hard to leave the West Indies if once you've been quartered there." "So I have heard," said Power.
"In time, if you don't knock under to the climate, you become soon totally unfit for living anywhere else.

Preserved ginger, yams, flannel jackets, and grog won't bear exportation; and the free-and-easy chuck under the chin, cherishing, waist-pressing kind of way we get with the ladies would be quite misunderstood in less favored regions, and lead to very unpleasant consequences." "It is a curious fact how much climate has to do with love-making.