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Chapter 7 -THE COMMISSARIAT.

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ον μεyα καββαλε

ν εθηκ' οιο? κ

λοιο ραχιν τεθ

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my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. But, inde

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insular War. "Beresford," the great strategist answered, after reflection. And then, in answer to their surprised looks: "If it were a ques

on to treat of the ignoble topic of knives and forks, and to describe how three times a day our colony wa

falls with Rembrandtesque contrast of light and shadow on the long ranks of faces. There is that hum of quiet animation which seems always to exhale along with the aroma of the Chinese leaf. From the urn, where the house matron mounts guard up to the Sixth Form end of the table, where the head of the house is jotting down the list of absentees from the roll-call, the cloth is thickly studded with the viands in tins and jars, rich and various in colour, with wh

For it is dark, especially in the centre of the corridor, and the carver of those vast joints never knows when he will strike his elbow against the walls or passers-by; while the incidence of draughts is clearly enough defined by here and there

cate subjects, however, are best treated dialectically, and perhaps we could not here do better than record a dialogue which we think we

jolly letter in The Times,

ys, "The commissariat was on the whol

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the commissariat

all chips and small dust; at

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cold plates your

, who ever heard of h

xcept to make believe there was something in the Irish stew? or

ou know the rest. But still, the commissariat

esn't mean the meat, or the soup, or the puddings, or the greens, or the butter, or

o be organised for the occasion, without previous experience. I take it if you knew how the farmers had to be coaxed to sell us their butter, how green things couldn't be had in the markets for love or money, and if you knew how many miles of railway those beeves travelle

urse, I don't mean to say things might not have b

feel after it. Now, people are not starved who look the strong healthy fellows ours did when they went home after the first term of it. No 'famine

oing nothing of the kind. I'll bear it, but I won't grin and say I like it; I'll say nothing aga

food supply for their effectual performance of a very heavy, vexatious, and precarious task, the scale of which we have been brought by inquiry to estimate at its true magnitude. At the same time we will spare such sympathy as the dignity of the ma

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