CHAPTER VIII.
TROOPERS OF THE QUEEN.
GLIMPSES OF CERTAIN "POOR DEVILS" AND THE HELL THEY INHABITED.
The Queen's Own (2nd) Regiment of Heavy Cavalry (The Queen's Greys) were under orders for India and the influence of great joy.

That some of its members were also under the influence of potent waters is perhaps a platitudinous corollary.
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"And phwat the Divvle's begone of me ould pal Patsy Flannigan, at all, at all ?" inquired Trooper Phelim O'Shaughnessy, entering the barrack-room of E Troop of the Queen's Greys, lying at Shorncliffe Camp.

"Divvle a shmell of the baste can I see, and me back from furlough-leaf for minnuts.

Has the schamer done the two-shtep widout anny flure, as Oi've always foretould?
Is ut atin' his vegetables by the roots he now is in the bone-orchard, and me owing the poor bhoy foive shillin'?
Where is he ?" "In 'orsepittle," laconically replied Trooper Henry Hawker, late of Whitechapel, without looking up from the jack-boot he was polishing.
"Phwat wid ?" anxiously inquired the bereaved Phelim.
"Wot wiv'?
Wiv' callin' 'Threes abaht' after one o' the Young Jocks,"[16] was the literal reply.
"Begob that same must be a good hand wid his fisties--or was it a shillaleigh ?" mused the Irishman.
"'Eld the Helliot belt in Hinjer last year, they say," continued the Cockney.