‘Only go to India; that’s all.’
‘And what should I do in India?’
‘Fight, my brave boy! fight, my youthful hero!’
‘What kind of country is India?’
‘The finest country in the world! Rivers bigger than the Ouse! Hills higher than anything near Spalding! Trees—you never saw such trees! Fruits—you never saw such fruits!’
‘And the people—what kind of folk are they?’
‘Pah! Kauloes—blacks—a set of rascals not worth regarding.’
‘Kauloes!’ said I; ‘blacks!’
‘Yes,’ said the recruiting sergeant; ‘and they call us lolloes, which in their beastly gibberish means reds.’
‘Lolloes!’ said I; ‘reds!’