I cannot make out how you keep it up so well.

I really envy you your good spirits." "They are indeed a great blessing; I had plenty of occasion to make the most of them, when I was marching in the ranks of the 32nd Pioneers, on the way up to Chitral.

Still, they came naturally enough, there; and I am bound to acknowledge that it is hard work, sometimes, to keep them up here." "I think that it would really be a mercy, Bullen, if you were to pour a bucket of water over my head, when the bugle sounds.

I have no doubt I should be furious with you, and should use the strongest of strong language; but still, that would not hurt you." "Except when the carriers bring up our bundles of dry clothes, we lie down so soaked that you would scarcely feel the water poured over you.

At any rate, if you really think that it would do you good, you had better order your servant to do it; that is to say, if you don't think you would slay him, the first morning." "No, I suppose I must put up with it, as best I can; but really, sometimes I do envy the colonel's little terrier, which frisks along all day, making excursions occasionally into the bush, to look for rats or mongooses.