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The Soul of the Camp
A Derbyman’s O’dyssey
by
Walt. Newton
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This is
the rare 1920 First Edition, though in badly damaged and very poor condition
This is
a critical memoir of an unwilling conscript caught up in
the desperate situation in 1918 when the recruiting age
was raised to 50. Newton was called up in April 1918 and
describes a training camp in East Anglia with its
uncivilised, brutalising regime.
There is a inscription on
the front free end-paper:
“With The Author's
Compliments, Walt Newton Aug 1920”
(but I suspect that all the
copies were so inscribed)
“At home in sorrow stricken England, the age limit had been lifted to
50 and orders issued to the various Local Tribunals to pass every
fit and available man into the army with the least possible delay.
So it befel the writer on this first day of April to lay aside, "
nolens-volens," for the time all thought of business and the life of
the citizen, to take up the role of the soldier.At Whitworth Institute, Manchester, where I was ordered to report, I
lighted upon a wonderful scene, the which did fill my poor little
urban soul with wonder and amazement. In the large hall, I found myself
amongst hundreds of men and youths sitting waiting the call, whilst
non com's and orderlies hustled about as though the fate of empire
waited on their movements.
It was about the hour of noon when I heard my name roared out in
stentorian tones and, one amongst many, I passed into the hall of
the grand inquisition.” [Chapter I]
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Front cover and spine
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Publisher and place of
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Dimensions in inches (to
the nearest quarter-inch) |
London: Arthur H. Stockwell, 29, Ludgate Hill,
E.C.4. |
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4½ inches wide x 7¼ inches tall |
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Edition |
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Length |
1920 [there is no date of
publication but the Author's inscription on the front free end-paper is
dated 1920 and the Foreword is dated April 1920] |
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112 pages |
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Condition of covers |
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Internal condition |
Original I do not know what has happened to
the original red cloth covers for them to have ended up in the quite
appalling state visible in the images. There is significant water damage,
complete loss of colour, and the rear bottom corner is missing. There seems
little point trying to list all the defects as the images below rather speak
for themselves. I have never seen covers in a worse state. |
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The internal condition is just as bad as the
external. The inner hinges are badly cracked and there is some separation
between the inner gatherings leaving the contents shaken. The end-papers are
badly soiled and stained and have tape residue, in addition to significant
discolouration of the paper. The paper has tanned severely with age, most
pages are soiled and and stained, and most corners are damaged. The images
below provide a good indication of the very poor internal condition. |
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Dust-jacket present? |
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Other
comments |
No The
original dust-jacket is not present but this volume will be supplied
with a photocopied facsimile of the original which will at least
disguise the appalling state of the covers (please see the final image
below) |
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Quite honestly, if it weren't for the fact
that is a rare account of a conscript in 1918 (printed by the so-called
Vanity Press, Arthur H. Stockwell) it would hardly be worth listing, such is
the terrible condition. It has been inscribed by the Author but I suspect
that all the copies were so inscribed.
Please note the original dust-jacket is not
present but this volume will be supplied with a photocopied facsimile
of the original which will at least disguise the appalling state of the
covers. |
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Illustrations,
maps, etc |
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Contents |
There is one illustration within the text |
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The packed weight is approximately
400 grams.
Full shipping/postage information is
provided in a panel
at the end of this listing.
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The Soul of the Camp: A
Derbyman’s O’dyssey
Contents
A Foreword
1 In the meshes of the Military net
2 The Grand Inquisition
3 In the toils of the Machine
4 Barrack sketches
— The humour of a feather-headed "Quarters" — The
astuteness of a son of Abraham
5 The forming of the Kismet Circle
— We fall foul of a terrible
cook — Barrack types and problems — The seraph — The collier and the
American Army
6 The innocents abroad
7 Fresh fields and pastures new
— Lincoln memories — A Norfolk farmer's
conversation — Madeline of the waiting room — We arrive — Kismet memories
8 The camp
— The official staff — Our R.S.M. — A picturesque adventure on
the bombing ground — Memories of our C.S.M., beloved of the camp — The
secret of his success
9 Camp scenes and sketches
— A new cure for sore feet — The soldier at
sport — The camp vicinity — The Church — The joys of a leaking tent
— The
camp postman — Inoculation — Treats of our M.O. and introduces the
reader to the camp tonsorial artist
10 Fire picquet
— A camp feast — A false alarm — The eloquence of a gym.
instructor — And the tribulations of a musketry instructor
11 Camp reflections
— A navvy's experience — Reinforcements for the home
sick camp — Pay day — Wherein the musketry instructor disinters the
bones of our past history and throws a lurid light upon our
future — The same individual on the stump — Memories of a gentlemanly
Sgt. — The camp suffers from Rabbititis
12 Wherein Cpl. Standeasy entertains the tent
— The guns of
Flanders — Coast erosion — The baptism of Kismet — We try bribery and
corruption — A visit to a distant village — A disciple of Esculapius
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funny methods — Wherein it is set forth how we mounted our first guard
13 On guard
— A donkey who saved the honour of the guard — Our Johnny — A
visit from an English Zepp — Night alarums and excursions — The camp
gets the wind up — A faint description of quaint camp characters
14 Wherein we go a bathing
— A curious
female — The tribulations of a buckshee Sgt. — Treats of a famous
tobacco hunt — The exploits of a rat hunter — A bombing accident — The
farewell to comrades — The exasperations of a F.M.O. inspection — The
food question — Cpl. Standeasy's wartime recollections, and shows how
the same Cpl. played with effect upon the nasal organ
15 Farewell to the draft
— Beach patrol and its humour — The asylums
unload uopn us — Influenza in the camp — My sojourn in a R.M.C. Field
Hospital — Caught napping on parade — Adventures on guard with a lunatic
16 Wherein the camp rouses from its slumbers and the trenches are
manned — Showing how we were put out of action and how they forgot our
dinner — Coast guard — The guns of Flanders — Humour of a stormy night
— The
coming of the Prussian officers — The loss of the " Kirkby Abbey"
17 Advent of the lunatic brigade
— Showing how we did joyfully dodge
the column — Arthurian romance — A visit from the Zepps — Wherein I am
posted to the Suicide Club — The camp humorist waxes eloquent — How I
became an optimist — Further, introduces the reader to " Horace," also
to a Professor of History and a B.Sc., and treats of a
windy sentry
18 Wherein we fall foul of an irate officer
— New brooms for old — A
bombing accident — Storm and tempest — How the Company was broken
up — Iron rations — The great storm, and showing how Pte. Chester made
his debut in his little shirt
19 Death of Sgt. Francis
— The camp assumes a sanatorium
atmosphere — How I became a confrere of " The road mender "
— The two
camp comic artists, " Holystone " and " Muldoon," add lustre to the
Company — Showing how the camp threatened to float out to sea — Showing
a useful purpose to which a bath can be put — The flooding of the camp
and our exit — Introduces the reader to the prehistoric village of Mewfield
— Treats of the barn by the sea, together with a day with "
Antonio "
20 Our C.O. lets himself go and throws things thro' the window
— The
iniquity of a cookhouse free treat for aged " Non Corns
" — Armistice — Exuberance of the camp — Further treats of the camp
comedians, and relates how they
evened matters with their ancient enemy
21 Night op's
— Showing how a Cpl. kept his rendezvous — ingenious
method of showing kit — The wrath of Sgt. Standeasy — The return of the
cherub — The humour of a Jewish Private and an ex-barman — Posted to
Ireland — Where my hair like Absolam's, proves my downfall — A meeting
with an old friend — Finis
Postcript
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The Soul of the Camp: A
Derbyman’s O’dyssey
A Foreword
" Tempus Fugit " ; and in the passage
of time memories grow hazy and blurred.
Looking backward, the memories of the life we lived in the year of
grace 1918, fills me with amazement.
Having returned to sanity and normal, the shoutings and the tumults
died away, and the Captains and the Kings departed out of my life, I
sit and reflect and rake the fires of memory and as the pages
unfold, wonder how we lived through it all.
In our camp, there were a surfeit of Captains and many Kings, their
power we knew and felt, much of it was for evil. You will know or at
least have heard, the favourite aphorism of the 1914 drill sergeant:
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" We tame lions here."
Generally speaking, I found this to be strictly true, in the year
1918, that most wonderful year of the great war.
After the first year, I understand it was considered unhealthy or
unwise to send the lion tamers out with the Lions; nor does this
surprise me in view of what I have both seen and heard in the camp,
where I have come across men, normally of mild disposition, and in
many an instance men of high intellect, smarting under some hot
indignity or deep humiliation received, at the whim or caprice of
some striped or starred boor; absolutely thirsting for gore.
If anyone should desire to pursue this reflection deeper, lot him or
her turn to the postscript at the back of this narration.
Looking through my notes, I find all the varied scenes and settings,
which go to fill the Military Canvas; scenes which betimes breathe
the immortal Spirit of Romance; lender incidents, fragrant settings
and sombre casts ; at the insistence of many of my highly esteemed
confreres and brothers in arms, I am induced to unroll the scroll
and set flown thereon somewhat of that which bechanced us in the
course of our Odyssey; if anyone chancing thereon shall disapprove,
let him roll up the scroll again and hold his peace.
So to our mutton ; without further perambulation or circumlocution
whatsoever, to the narrative, with this final remark, the written
word which follows is truth without prejudice.
The Author.
April, 1920.
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The Soul of the Camp: A
Derbyman’s O’dyssey
Excerpt:
1 In the meshes of the Military net
A clear crisp morning and the last day of tearful April; my number
is up and the days of liberty and freedom, to evolve one's own ego,
days of the past.
The great war, the armageddon of the Nations, has lasted three and
three-quarter years and for England and her Allies has now entered
upon a desperate phase. In the event, the spring of 1918 prove zero
hour, the darkest hour before the dawn.
It was a time which called for supreme effort and the last
sacrifice.
The Moloch of war was insatiable; having devoured maturer age it
demanded now the blood of children. Mere boys of eighteen years and,
in certain cases, considerably younger, were being hurried, semi
trained, across the narrow straits, over which since fateful August,
1914, so many of England's sons had passed, so many fated to return
no more.
Over yonder, whither the youth of England now streamed in its
thousands, lay the flower of England's manhood, victims of the
summer madness of European diplomacy. Over the same strip of water,
up the same road of war these boys were being hurriedly pressed and
thrown straight into the battles hurly burly in an homeric attempt
to stem this, destined to be, the last terrible Teutonic advance.
At home in sorrow stricken England, the age limit had been lifted to
50 and orders issued to the various Local Tribunals to pass every
fit and available man into the army with the least possible delay.
So it befel the writer on this first day of April to lay aside, "
nolens-volens," for the time all thought of business and the life of
the citizen, to take up the role of the soldier.
At Whitworth Institute, Manchester, where I was ordered to report, I
lighted upon a wonderful scene, the which did fill my poor little
urban soul with wonder and amazement.
In the large hall, I found myself
amongst hundreds of men and youths sitting waiting the call, whilst
non com's and orderlies hustled about as though the fate of empire
waited on their movements.
It was about the hour of noon when I heard my name roared out in
stentorian tones and, one amongst many, I passed into the hall of
the grand inquisition.
2 The Grand Inquisition
Now was given to me great knowledge, fierce light upon much I had
not suspected, much less known. It was a lesson in anatomy, full,
rigorous, relentless, and, well, very personal and at times
embarrassing.
I began to learn various things concerning my anatomy, I certainly
never knew before.
Perhaps you were somewhat knock-kneed, well you were not aware of
the fact.
The shoulders, yes decidedly rounded; well, perhaps, that would be
accounted for by one's sedentary habits. As regards the feet, they
are found to be quite flat and one or more of your toes hammered.
Due note is made of all these rising deficiencies, and you begin to
visually shrink in your own estimation.
Some puffiness round the heart; little wonder.
Your visual organs very deplorable.
Weight, 7st. 12lbs. " Umph."
Perhaps the army is needing jockeys.
Well, well, in the searching light of this Medico-Inquisition we
realise, we are really after all, certainly very small nuts.
Still, when all is said and done, you can hardly expect a man sans
even his shirt to develop his natural dignity.
The remorseless inquisitors proceed with the examination and knock
and punch your anatomy about with as little
concern as though you were but a transport animal in the hands of a
vet.
So you shiver in the chilly room and wonder what is to be your fate.
The pendulum is surely swinging against you and the prospect of your
ever evolving into the accepted military type, diminishes every
moment and, the peculiar thing about it all is, notwithstanding your
lack of enthusiasm for the Military Cult, you are not sure whether
you like the thought of rejection, or no ; I suppose the reason is,
no man likes to think he is carrying an unhealthy body.
What are they discussing now ?
The question of vaccination marks; to you it all seems so trivial;
to your examinors, on the other hand, it seems a very weighty
matter. No marks visible, yet you are sure something of the sort
happened to you in the dim and distant past. No, you don't remember
the operation.
So they slap your arm in the hope the occult sign will emerge, but
all without the desired result. So the inquisitors consult and
consider, analyse and scrutinise, and generally weigh you in the
balance, and the chances of your emerging from the ordeal a man grow
remotely less.
Naturally, under the searching investigation, you have faithfully
chronicled all your manifold ailments and past illnesses ; you have
disinterred your ancestry and divulged their physical and anatomical
weaknesses.
Had you at any other time and place been asked if there was. any
lunacy in your family, you might have answered volubly and
aggressively; but not in this chilling atmosphere, with all the
searching eyes of the disciples of Esculapius upon you alas, your
dignity has gone with your shirt and you, mere atom, blown in from
the street, fully conscious now of all your manifold physical and
mental weaknesses, meekly answer, " No, I cannot recollect hearing
of any."
Oh that " Umph," it gets on your nerves. You envisage the scrap
heap, the inquisitors' tone is wholly dispiriting; it is undoubtedly
written in the book of fate, you will be a reject, a man marked to
return to the bosom of his family, a wash out, otherwise, one of
England's broken dolls.
By this the irksome examination is in its last stage . . .
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Please note: to avoid opening the book out, with the
risk of damaging the spine, some of the pages were slightly raised on the
inner edge when being scanned, which has resulted in some blurring to the
text and a
shadow on the inside edge of the final images. Colour reproduction is shown
as accurately as possible but please be aware that some colours
are difficult to scan and may result in a slight variation from
the colour shown below to the actual colour.
In line with eBay guidelines on picture sizes, some of the illustrations may
be shown enlarged for greater detail and clarity.
Inscribed the Author (shown enlarged)
The
internal condition is just as bad as the external. The inner
hinges are badly cracked and there is some separation
between the inner gatherings leaving the contents shaken.
The end-papers are badly soiled and stained and have tape
residue, in addition to significant discolouration of the
paper. The paper has tanned severely with age, most pages
are soiled and and stained, and most corners are damaged.
The original
dust-jacket is not present but this volume will be
supplied with a photocopied facsimile of the original
which will at least disguise the appalling state of the covers.
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