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practical soldiejS argued that good food and
comfortable quarters during life were much to be
preferred to marble statues after death, or even
crowns of laurel and a hungry belly while alive.
Moustache seemed to understand the discussion,
and when lie heard mention made of a statue he
contemptuously turned up his nose. He then
turned it down again, and poked it into the
mess-tin of a comi’ade standing ln\ The act was
observed, and the hint was immediately taken.
The commanding officer at once ordered his name
to he entered on the roll of the regiment, which
meant that his “ bread was buttered for life” in
a proverbial sense,, and in a practical one, that
he should receive the fuJl rations of an adult
soldier every day. This was all that Moustache
had ever wished for, and when his first mess of
warm pottage was placed before him, his gleam
ing eyes and wagging tail clearly indicated that
he was one of the happiest of dogs—1& plus
heur&wx des chiens.
The regimental barber now cropped his hair d
la militaire, and received instructions to comb
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