Lying there, on a shake-down comfortable enough, made up of dried lallang - the thick, strong grass of the country - covered by a scarlet blanket, and looking very feeble and wan, was my old chum of bygone years in the --th Regiment!

The company also plans to build a factory at Longannet (in Fife) to build trains for both this country and abroad.

In about an hour they returned very much intoxicated, singing their dead war songs, and every warrior naked, painted black from head to foot: as they approached the house in Indian file, each one repeated the following words […]

With rarepairs and crackships, it's the unlikeliness or even impossibility of their coming together that gets you going.