FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95  
96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   >>   >|  
, holding the gate wide, "and never meet a soul. 'Tis the tranquillest, most forsaken spot in the city's ambit." But here, as Corona caught her breath, he turned and stared. The enclosure was occupied by a squad of soldiers at drill. They wore uniforms of khaki, and, dressed up with their backs to the gateway, were performing the simple movements of foot drill in face of a choleric sergeant-major, who shouted the words of command, and of a mounted officer who fronted the squad, silent, erect in saddle, upon a strapping bay. Some few paces behind this extremely military pair stood a couple of civilian spectators side by side, in attire-- frock-coats, top-hats, white waistcoats--which at a little distance gave them an absurd resemblance to a brace of penguins. "Heavens!" murmured Brother Copas. "Is it possible that Bamberger has become twins? One never knows of what these Jews are capable. . . ." His gaze travelled from the two penguins to the horseman in khaki. He put up a shaking hand to shade it. "Colt? Colt in regimentals? Oh, this must be vertigo!" At a word from the sergeant-major the squad fell out and stood in loose order, plainly awaiting instructions. Mr. Colt--yes, indeed it was the Chaplain--turned his charger's head half-about as the two frock-coated civilians stepped forward. "Now, Mr. Bamberger, my men are at your disposal." "I t'ank you, Reverent Mr. Major--if zat is ze form to address you--" began Mr. Bamberger's double. "'Major,' _tout court_, if you please," Mr. Colt corrected him. "One drops the 'reverend' while actually on military duty." "So? Ach, pardon!--I should haf known. . . Now Ze first is, we get ze angle of view, where to place our Grandt Standt so ze backgrount mek ze most pleasing pigture. At ze same time ze Standt must not tresbass--must not imbinge, _hein_?--upon our stage, our what-you-call-it area. Two t'ousand berformers--we haf not too mooch room. I will ask you, Mr. Major, first of all to let your men--zey haf tent-pegs, _hein_?--to let your men peg out ze area as I direct. Afterwards, with your leaf, you shall place z'em here--z'ere--in groups, zat I may see in some sort how ze groups combose, as we say. Himmel! what a backgroundt! Ze Cathedral, how it lifts over ze trees--Bar-fect! Now, if you will follow me a few paces to ze right, here . . . Ach! see yonder, by ze gate! Zat old man in ze red purple _poncho_--haf ze berformers already begon to
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95  
96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Bamberger

 
berformers
 

sergeant

 

Standt

 

military

 

groups

 
turned
 
penguins
 

forward

 
disposal

Reverent

 

address

 

reverend

 

corrected

 

double

 

pardon

 

Cathedral

 

backgroundt

 
Himmel
 

combose


purple

 

poncho

 

follow

 

yonder

 
tresbass
 

imbinge

 
pigture
 

Grandt

 

backgrount

 
pleasing

stepped

 

ousand

 

direct

 

Afterwards

 

shouted

 

command

 
mounted
 

fronted

 

officer

 

choleric


performing

 

simple

 

movements

 

silent

 
civilian
 
couple
 

spectators

 

attire

 
extremely
 

strapping