human
I knew a regiment where some of the young Pathans on three and a half months' leave never went near their homes, but used to enlist in the coolie corps on the Bolan Pass simply for the fun of gambling! Gambling in the regiment, of course, was forbidden. But here they could have their fling and indulge a love of hazard. Wages were high and the place became a kind of tribal Monte Carlo. If they won, they threw up the work and had a good time; if they lost, it was all in the day's work. The Pathan is very much a bird of passage in a regiment. He is a restless adventurer, and he is always thinking of
gpt
He likes a scrap on the frontier, but soldiering in peace-time bores him after a little while. It is all
human
an Orakzai said,
gpt
like a field-day.
human
You take up one position and then another, and nothing comes of it. One gets tired.