All the mess plate was out on the long table - the same table that had served up the bodies of five officers after a forgotten fight long and long ago - the dingy, battered standards faced the door of entrance, clumps of winter-roses lay between the silver candlesticks, and the portraits of eminent officers deceased looked down on their successors from between the heads of sambhur, nilghai, markhor, and, pride of all the mess, two grinning snow-leopards that had cost Basset-Holmer four months' leave that he might have spent in England, instead of on the road to Thibet and the daily risk of his life by ledge, snow- slide, and grassy slope.
That Sacrament of the Mess never grows old, and never ceases to bring a lump into the throat of the listener wherever he be by sea or by land.
One night, at the beginning of the hot weather, all the Mess, except The Worm, who had gone to his own room to write Home letters, were sitting on the platform outside the Mess House.
But the woman had fled through a door, and on the paper was written:--"This is to certify that I, The Worm, have paid in full my debts to the Senior Subaltern, and, further, that the Senior Subaltern is my debtor, by agreement on the 23d of February, as by the Mess attested, to the extent of one month's Captain's pay, in the lawful currency of the India Empire.
Bobby fought his way through the rain to the Tail Twisters' temporary mess, and Revere could have fallen on the boy's neck for the joy of seeing that ugly, wholesome phiz once more.
Deighton came over from the Artillery camp to attend a dreary mess dinner, and contributed to the general gloom by nearly weeping over the condition of his beloved Battery.
George crammed eagerly a quantity of notes into his pockets, and paid Dobbin fifty pounds that very evening at mess
Then you won't have another chance to get a mess
of those trout you just
Here one would think that to get out of all the baseness and the mess
, one's own and other people's, would be a good thing, and yet I'm afraid of death, awfully afraid of death.
He at once resolved to accompany me
to that island, ship aboard the same vessel, get into the same watch, the same boat, the same mess
, in short to share my every hap; with both my hands in his, boldly dip into the Potluck of both worlds.
Even the cabin table itself had been knocked into kindling-wood; and the cabin mess
dined off the broad head of an oil-butt, lashed down to the floor for a centrepiece.
I've tried once to help things along and made an awful mess