Showing posts with label hussar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hussar. Show all posts
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Complete with a fly-whisk
. . . he was a languid, amiable young haw-haw named Twentyman, a Hussar, complete with fly-whisk and followed by a chico* with a bucket of camphorated water whose duty it was to supply his master with wet clouts to sponge away the dust.
* Native Child
Flashman on the March, p.29, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Monday, 11 October 2010
Flower of the 11th Hussars
Picture if you will that score of primitives with their painted faces and head-bands and ragged kilts and boots, fairly bristling with lances and hatchets, and in their midst the tall figure of the English gentlemen, flower of the 11th Hussars, with a white stripe across his face, his hair rank to his shoulders, his buckskins stinking to rival the Fleet Ditch, lance in fist and knife on hip—you’d never think he played at Lord’s or chatted with the Queen or been rebuked by Dr Arnold for dirty finger-nails (well, yes, you might) or been congratulated by my Lord Cardigan on his brilliant turnout.
Flashman and the Redskins, pp.181-2, Pan Books edition, 1983.
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Monday, 4 August 2008
No, hussar
‘Dragoon?’ says he.
‘No, hussar.’
‘English light cavalry mounts must be infernally strong, then,’ says he, coolly.
Royal Flash, p.75, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.
‘No, hussar.’
‘English light cavalry mounts must be infernally strong, then,’ says he, coolly.
Royal Flash, p.75, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.
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Flashman quotes,
dragoon,
hussar.
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