Soldier Stories

Excerpt:"''Mary, Mother av Mercy, fwhat the divil possist us to take an'' kape this melancolious counthry? Answer me that, Sorr.'' It was Mulvaney who was speaking. The time was one o''clock of a stifling June night, and the place was the main gate of Fort Amara, most desolate and least desirable of all fortresses in India. What I was doing there at that hour is a question which only concerns M''Grath the Sergeant of the Guard, and the men on the gate."