The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers
The Outpost Vol 1 - The Royal Highland Fusiliers
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THE OUTPOST.<br />
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beyond the regular purchase of a copy to the<br />
attempt at writing a short article, a racy<br />
anecdote, or even a small note for these<br />
columns. With each fresh issue we hope to<br />
see a llew pen at work, and it will assuredly<br />
gladden the editorial heart if, in the course of<br />
time, we arc inundated with contributions. In<br />
this connection we would remind our readers<br />
that the man who never before has blossomed<br />
into prose or poetry may have latent talent<br />
that only requires a little development. We<br />
prognosticate a tenctency towards the humorous<br />
;md for the world would not discourage it, but,<br />
at the same time, let it be understood that the<br />
serious outpouring is just as welcome to Cllr<br />
columns. At all times a clever effort will be<br />
most acceptable, and more so if it has a locul<br />
allusion.<br />
In conclusion, it is our pleasure to thank<br />
those who have so willingly and ably assisted<br />
in connection with this issue.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Fire Alarm.<br />
A GAILES YARN.<br />
THE drowsy sentry drew himself up with a jerk.<br />
A r(:,d glare shot skywards from among the<br />
huts. "Fire! fire!! Guard, turn out!"<br />
eame in shrill tones from the now wide-awake<br />
sentry. Through the still, frosty air of early<br />
morning (I.30 a.m.) rang the notes of the Fir'e<br />
Alarm, sounded by the bugler of the Guard.<br />
One man in a hut heard it. "Fire, you men!<br />
Double out, boys! <strong>The</strong>re's the Fire Alarm! "<br />
<strong>The</strong> news spread rapidly. "Double up, B<br />
Company's Fire Piquet ! " came in: a roar' from<br />
the Orderly Officer. <strong>The</strong> piquet came up in<br />
great style at the double and commenced to<br />
drag the unwieldy fire-engine towards the<br />
scene of the alarm.<br />
, In three minutes every man was at his post,<br />
and breathlessly awaited instructions. Five<br />
minutes passed, and no news. Ten minutes and<br />
nothing happened. <strong>The</strong>n Officers bega~ to<br />
move about, muttering inaudibly. Twenty<br />
minutes, and still no news; Officers swore<br />
audibly and men thought it a "false" alarm.<br />
Just then the second in command appeared<br />
with "news." "Only a tar-boiler got overheated<br />
in the other Battalion lines, and not one<br />
of their men turned out!" Well! Well! I<br />
Well!! !<br />
H. L. 1.<br />
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Earth's crammed with heaven,<br />
And every commbn bush afire with God i<br />
But only those who see, take off their shoes,<br />
<strong>The</strong> rest sit round, tell stories and smoke fags.<br />
Road Trial.<br />
ON Monday, 1St February, our Battalion was<br />
taken out to judge various trial lengths of road<br />
hetween Troon and Ayr for the Road Board.<br />
A decision as to which was best has not yet<br />
been arrived at, but the following extract from<br />
a scout's report will give some indication of<br />
how the land, lies.<br />
No .. I.:--Ma~am, Ordinary.-This, as its<br />
name mrllcates, 1" an ordinarv road' that is on a<br />
:vet day (such as was 1St February), the sl;rface<br />
IS extremely muddy, being covered by a thin<br />
l.:;yer . of what is technically known as .. clay<br />
sIlt WIth basalt chips,"-more familiarly known<br />
as glaur or glabber. One point in its favour is<br />
th~t those who have pot plants in the house<br />
gam a pound or two of fine warp which can be<br />
removed from the puttees by a vacuum cleaner<br />
and .from thence given to the plants. One<br />
surmIses that on a dry day in March this road<br />
could raise" some dust." ,<br />
No. 3.-Macadam, Ordinarv.-Surface tarred.<br />
This has a distinct pull over No. I in that there<br />
is less glaur, but the surface is so hard that the<br />
:nen with Ammunition Boot AI (those issued<br />
In the Tec.) found the tackets, with which their<br />
boots are so thoroughly provided, eoming<br />
through into their feet, while those with the<br />
Boot Bz (first lot issued in Troon) found that<br />
the smooth, wet, tarred surface was like the<br />
Crossmyloof rink in a thaw.<br />
No. 5.-Ditto, Tarred and Feathered.-<strong>The</strong><br />
feath.ering is a distinct advantage, put when<br />
we cllscussed the matter with a dainty milliner<br />
in Ayr she assured us that the pattern was<br />
more like herring-boneing than feathering.<br />
Perhaps we dreamt about the feathering. but<br />
we harl to have something in the millinerv line<br />
to start the conversation ",,-ith, hadn't we? <br />
No. S.-Ditto, Treated with Pitch and Toss.<br />
We studied this length of road minutely, but<br />
could ·not find any advantage in the fact that it<br />
was used by the juvenile population of Whittlets<br />
(or "as it Auchencruive ?) for their games, nor<br />
could we understand why Pitch and Toss is<br />
mentioned by the Road Board in preference to<br />
Peever and Moshie.<br />
No. 12 -Macadam dressed with Mexican<br />
Bitumenous Mixture.-<strong>The</strong> name of this dressing<br />
is enough to condemn it straight off. It's a<br />
wonder our ammunition boots did not set fire<br />
to the Bitumen, for they have fired our feet<br />
on several occasions, and more so as Mexico is<br />
known to be a hot bed of revolntion.<br />
No. I5.-Porphorytic Conglomerate with<br />
Bitumenous Shale Groundmass.-We think<br />
the les(said about this, the better.<br />
CHEVALIER.