Vulgar words in A Yeoman's Letters - Third Edition (Page 1)
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After ringing our horses, we wandered round in the dark, and finding a convenient cart in a barn, soon after had a good enough fire to cook some meat we managed to secure, and then, dead fagged, turn in to sleep.
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I am feeling awfully fagged to-day, so hope you will, in reading this letter, make allowance for extenuating circumstances.
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I was fagged out, and when we rested while our gunner friends had their innings, laid down in the blazing noon-day sun, and, with a stone for a pillow, half-dozed for an hour or so.
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That night was almost a sleepless one, for though dead fagged, we all had to do pickets on the ground we had won.
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The bullets buzzed, whistled, and hummed by us, missing us by yards, feet, and inches, knocking up the dust and hitting the stones and thorn bushes we staggered through.
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About a couple of miles out we heard guns, and I thought probably we should have a bit of scrapping, but we did not beyond some half-hearted sniping.
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From the various uncomplimentary remarks one hears passed on the locust, I imagine the name must be derived from the expression "low cuss."
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_I hope they'll a' dee o' pneumonia._"] On Sunday (November 11th) we had some lively scrapping at the commencement of our march, which was towards Krugersdorp.
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We were rearguard and just as we left the site of the camp, which had been in a most picturesque spot, got bullets whistling by us and knocking up the dust round our horses.
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We reached here at noon; the Dorsets and Devons who formed the rearguard had a bit of scrapping, and, thanks to a straggling convoy, did not get into camp till close on midnight, and so, of course, got a rare soaking from the usual rain.
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The above extract will, I am sure, suffice to show the general tone of the khaki Rubaiyat, and be more than enough to damn my poor but honest reputation.
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A few Kaffirs talking a bastard Dutch and an old Harrovian, who stutters like an excited soda water syphon, completes the Babel in my immediate neighbourhood.