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My Diary in India 407: [B]ut as some other emissaries had given information of an opposite character, the quartermaster-general ordered his eyebrows, beard, and head to be shaved, and a plentiful allowance of bamboo backsheesh to be administered to him. My Diary in India 151: Simla has its ‘St. James’ and its ‘St. Giles’,’ and the latter is constituted by the tradespeople, and by the Crannies, or Kerannies, who are writers in the various offices, and are oftentimes Eurasians. Diary in India I 26: Darn my buttons if I haven’t jest a mind to take your neck [...] and chuck the whole bunch of ye down the ’bankment. Diary in India I 40: Five or six of us shook down for the night and resigned ourselves to the musquitoes and to slumber [F&H]. My Diary in India II 159: In griffinhood I admired the proportions of their establishments. My Diary in India I 189: Next to my griffinish wonder at the want of white faces, has been my regret to perceive the utter absence of any friendly relations between the white and the black faces when they are together. Diary in India II 412: ‘What is the difference between them and sepoys?’ ‘Well, [...] they’re all niggers alike; but I can trust my fellows.’. Diary in India I 245: ‘By Jove! that was a near shave!’ This exclamation was drawn from us by a bullet which whistled within an inch of our heads. Diary in India II 53: A few soldiers, in red and green coats, [were] lounging about, taking an early morning smoke.