Showing posts with label hunt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunt. Show all posts
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
As dangerous a man
That was the worse part. Up there, on the top floor, was not only as dangerous a man as I’d ever met, but a top-hole shikari, a night-bird, a trained and skilful hunter who could catch the sound of grass growing.
Flashman and the Tiger, pp.305-6, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Drive a woman to fury
…he and Victoria weren’t getting on too well just then; she had just discovered (and confided to Elspeth) that she was in foal for the ninth time, and she took her temper out on dear Albert – the trouble was, he was so bloody patient with her, which can drive a woman to fury faster than anything I know. And he was always right, which was worse. So they weren’t dealing at all well, and he spent most of the daylight hours tramping up Glen bollocks, or whatever they call it, roaring ‘Ze gunn!’ and butchering every animal in view.
Flashman in the Great Game, p.23, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
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Prince Albert,
shooting.
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Thursday, 9 July 2009
Hunting in Ireland
‘Tell ye what, Flashman; I don’t know much about fightin’, but it strikes me that this Russian business is like huntin’ in Ireland – confused and primitive, what, but damned interestin’!’
Flashman at the Charge, pp.92-3, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.
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Flashman quotes,
Charge of the Heavy Brigade,
James Scarlett.
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