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Corporal Sam and Other Stories is a collection of short stories by Arthur Quiller-Couch that feature tales of military life and adventure, inspired by the author's own experiences as a soldier. The stories are action-packed and offer a glimpse into the daily lives of soldiers during the early 20th century.
Our assault had been a muddle from the start. Delays, artillery-men who could not obey their orders to hold off firing, a signal that we never heard . . . And now it happened that the supporting companies of the Royals had no sooner cleared the trenches than their ranks shook under a fire of grape, -- and from our own guns. There was no cure but to dash through it and take the chances, while Major Frazer, waving his sword, called on his men to follow him at the double Tales of battles going awry, burglars prowling and bungling in shadows, and a desperate hand-to-hand struggle beside a midnight river are to be found in Corporal Sam and Other Stories, by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch, Cornish author of adventure novels including The Splendid Spur.
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Excerpt from Corporal Sam, and Other Stories The British batteries had found and were hammer ing at it; not the guns upon Mount Olia, which had been hauled thither to dominate those of the citadel, but a dozen 24-pounders disposed, with a line of mortars behind them, on the lower slope above the estuary, where an out-cropping ridge of rock gave firm ground among the sand-dunes. The undulating line of these dunes hid this, the true breaching battery, from view of Sergeant Wilkes and his men, though they had halted within a hundred yards of it, and for at least an hour the guns had been given a rest. Only, at long intervals, one or other of the mortars threw a bomb to clear the breach - already close upon a hundred feet wide - driven between the two flanking towers. It was behind this breach that the town blazed. The smoke, carried down the estuary by the land-breeze, rolled heavily across the middle slopes of Mount Orgullo. But above it the small castle stood up clearly, silhouetted against the western light, and from time to time one of its guns answered the fire from Mount Olia. Save for this and the sound of falling timbers in the town, San Sebastian kept silence. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
"[...]the double. Ahead of them, along the foot of the sea-wall, the receding tide had left a strip of strand, foul with rock and rock pools and patches of seaweed, dark and slippery. Now and again a shell burst and illuminated these patches, or the still-dripping ooze twinkled under flashes of musketry from the wall above; for the defenders had hurried to the parapet and flanking towers, and their fire already crackled the whole length of the strand. Sergeant Wilkes, running a pace or two behind the major, slipping and staggering at every second yard, was aware—though he could not see him—of young Corporal Sam close at his shoulder. The lad talked to himself as he ran: but his talk was no more than a babble of quiet unmeaning curses, and the sergeant, who[...]".