Drill in pyjamas every morning prevented B.-P.

from putting on flesh, and that drill, especially "Knees Up!" seems to have been of a pretty severe kind, for it draws from Baden-Powell the exclamation, "I'd like to kill him who invented it--but it does us all a power of good." That is the saying of the old soldier.

In the barrack-room it is considered the right thing to grumble, or "grouse" as it is called, while one is working hardest.
Thus the man with a jack-boot on his left arm and a polishing brush in his right hand--going like lightning,--the sweat running down his red face, is the man who swears he ain't goin' to bother about his blooming boots any more, dashed if he is; and after the brushing proceeds to "bone" them violently.

The first part of B.-P.'s exclamation reminds me of a friend who says that ever since he arrived at years of discretion he has been searching for the man who invented work on purpose to murder him.

He is, of course, the hardest of hard workers.
There were pleasures as well as drill on board: athletic sports, tableaux, concerts, and a grand fancy dress ball.