Saturday, February 7

"Firing into the Brown" #99 - mines, claims and stuff

"So Carnehan weeds out the pick of his men, and sets the two of the Army to show them drill and at the end of two weeks the men can manoeuvre about as well as Volunteers. So he marches with the Chief to a great big plain on the top of a mountain, and the Chiefs men rushes into a village and takes it; we three Martinis firing into the brown of the enemy".

Kipling "The Man Who Would Be King"

Time for another update..  just a short one... 
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Meanwhile....  out in the Solent... (😁)

Russian warship deploying a moored contact mine.
Painting by the French artist Louis Charles Bombled (1862-1927)

Russian Sailors Saluting a French Transport (Marins russes saluant un transport francais )
also by Bombled

....shades of the excellent Siege of Portsmouth

To be fair though, the first picture is from a series illustrating the Russo-Japanese War, and the second is from the book "La Guerre a Madagascar" (by H Galli) 😁

Could find very little about Bombled - he was hugely prolific though, and his military subjects definitely appealed to me. There's more than a shade of "Look and Learn" about them (and if nothing else does, that dates me!)..  

More pictures here [clicky] if you fancy a look..

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It was midday in the the peaceful (😏) town of Cedar Gulch, and "Nugget" Turner (Joe to his mom) had just stepped out of the Assay Office where he'd been depositing his latest finds..

It was one of his three monthly visits to town to stock up on chewing tobacco, flour, and salt before he returned to his remote and lonely claim two days ride up in the mountains behind the town where he mined and dug for copper.. 

He'd leave tomorrow morning.. before that there was time for a long soak in a bath, followed by a glass or two of something in the Saloon, a good steak dinner, and then perhaps a visit upstairs to see if any of Ma Kelly's girls were free....

Across the way in the Saloon though, envious eyes had followed him into the office, and then across the street towards the barber.. pausing only to finish his drink, Bart (Bartholomew to his mom..  or rather that is when she was sober enough to remember it..) Johansson had seen enough, that was the third deposit to the Assay Office in the last two days... time he let the boss and the boys know that their was rich pickings to be had..

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 Laters, as the young people are want to say...   and maybe that game...