Showing posts with label cholera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cholera. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Daren't drink anything else



      Fifteen dollars a bottle they were charging for claret at the Planters’ Hotel in St Louis that year, and it was like drinking swamp-water when the mules have been by; I’ve tasted better in a London ladies’ club. But you daren’t drink anything else because of the cholera…


Flashman and the Redskins, p.54, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Friday, 26 March 2010

Flat on my back



I say ‘must have been’, for I knew nothing about it; the night we entered Lucknow my bowels began to explode in all directions, and before morning I was flat on my back with cholera, for the second time in my life.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.247, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Friday, 19 June 2009

Devil a bottle of jallop



I watched the heavy, plodding tread of the infantry, and saw the stretched look of the cavalry mounts – I thought, how far will this crowd go, on a few handfuls of pork and biscuit, no tents, devil a bottle of jallop, and the cholera, the invisible dragon, humming in the air as they marched?



Flashman at the Charge, p.60, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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