Couldn’t Ride
Corporal:—“Goodness me! that fellow wabbles around on his horse, like a poet on Pegasus!”
The Horse’s Grudge
“There is that fellow fallen off again! That is about the tenth time to-day!”
“Corporal, I believe that horse has a grudge against me.”
Condescension
Recruit (lying on the ground):—“Captain, I won’t sit that horse again; he is too uppish. Just see him look down on me!”
Bivouac Punch
Captain:—“What in the name of common sense, is the matter with this punch? It tastes abominable! Schaffer, what kind of water did you use when you made it?”
Schaffer:—“It was quite fresh from the village, sir, but as you said you did not need it for an hour and it was boiling, I cooked the sausages in it.”