| Autobiography, 58:lane, loaded up with buns, when I heard a battery of artillery galloping down the road towards me.Autobiography, 58:to budge. Coaxing and whipping were useless. The battery halted a few feet away. The officersAutobiography, 59:and [59] dumped us in the ditch and then the battery proceeded on its way. I never heard the end ofAutobiography, 61:at Newbridge Barracks, and the men of the battery (whom I had met up at the practice camp duringAutobiography, 62:escorted by two soldiers, the men in the battery arranging each evening who should bring me backIntellect, 220:us that the human body is really an electric battery, then perhaps his Oriental brother is also |
