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Archibald Forbes's true story of "The Pig-dog." 

 He and I had for years talked over the possibilities 

 of just such a regiment as the one I was command- 

 ing, and he was greatly interested in it. Indeed I 

 had vainly sought permission from the German am- 

 bassador to take him with the regiment to Santiago. 

 One Sunday before the regiment disbanded T 

 supplemented Chaplain Brown's address to the men 

 by a short sermon of a rather hortatory character. 

 I told them how proud I was of them, but warned 

 them not to think that they could now go back and 

 rest on their laurels, bidding them remember that 

 though for ten days or so the world would be will- 

 ing to treat them as heroes, yet after that time they 

 would find they had to get down to hard work just 

 like everyone else, unless they were willing to be 

 regarded as worthless do-nothings. They took the 

 sermon in good part, and I hope that some of them 

 profited by it. At any rate, they repaid me by a 

 very much more tangible expression of affection. 

 One afternoon, to my genuine surprise, I was asked 

 out of my tent by Lieutenant-Colonel Brodie (the 

 gallant old boy had rejoined us), and found the 

 whole regiment formed in hollow square, with the 

 officers and color-sergeant in the middle. When 

 I went in, one of the troopers came forward and on 

 behalf of the regiment presented me with Reming- 

 ton's fine bronze, "The Bronco-buster." There 



