After eating a lunch and filling a canteen with brandy, I went to headquarters and put my own saddle and bridle on the horse I was to ride.

Barney filled his canteen from the running water, and, wetting his handkerchief, laid it on Nick's parboiled head and temples.

"You might carry a canteen, my dear.

" Prior to "Skilly" being taken on the regimental strength, our canteen was the paradise of a battalion of mice, from whose nightly raids nothing was sacred.

Mice fought shy of the canteen, and "Skilly" visibly suffered from lack of nourishment.

A sergeant's wife provided welcome hospitality; but no sooner was "Skilly" billeted outside the canteen than the plague returned, and so she was recalled urgently to active service.

"Skilly" had earned honourable mention, and representations to the proper quarters resulted in an order that she should be rationed so long as she remained on canteen duty.

Clearly something must be done, and the canteen sergeant was the man to do it.

He sent in a proper formal application to the regimental powers, requesting that increased feline rations be ordered as "subsistence for Canteen Skilly and family of five.

The verdict run thus: "Application on behalf of Canteen Skilly refused, as apparently she married off the strength of the regiment.

Whoever had heard the mess and canteen gossip knew that Jenkins' career had been one long string of miracles by which he had attained promotion without in any way deserving it, and a parallel series of even greater ones by which he had saved himself from ruin by contriving to blame some one else.

One canteen had a lot more powder in.

"WELL, SIR, WITH THIS 'ERE CAMP CAMOUFLAGED SO MUCH, I COULDN'T FIND MY WAY OUT OF THE CANTEEN.

FIELD-MARSHAL'S BATON.No, you are mistaken in supposing that a private soldier under close arrest may spend two hours daily in the regimental canteen.

Everyone who visited the place made, as a matter of course, a bee line for the General Staff Canteen cupboard, and while searching for the particular dainty he fancied broached the subject of his visit in general terms.

On a certain brown November day the G.S.O.2 suddenly jumped up from his chair, ran to the Canteen cupboard, popped a piece of Chockchaw into his mouth (because he had a difficult March Table to make out and needed sustenance) and fell to work whistling like an ordinary human being (who cannot whistle).

A kind-hearted Confederate soldier heard the touching cry, and leaping over the fortifications, with his canteen in his hand, he crawled up to the poor fellow and gave him a drink of water.

In the second last paragraph of his report was a mention that the authorities had decided to shut down the Pernem police station canteen for operating under 'unhygienic conditions'.

Taking cue from the news item, the Director General of Police issued a memo to the Pernem police inspector, seeking an explanation for the unhygienic conditions in the police canteen.

He had a full canteen strung over his shoulder, infantry fashion.

The canteen was spurting water.

He was in my armsand the canteen was emptying itself through the bullet-holes.

Here they stopped again and, while they loitered, filled a small canteen with the cold, clear water from the mountain's heart.

Turning, he set his face toward the lonely peak; carrying his canteen and what was left of his lunch.

If he had possessed a little more strength so that the spark of life could have remained a little longer, the cooling moisture from the canteen would have revived it, and a little rest would have placed him on his feet again.