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karimizu:chervogue:bonjourmoncher:sebastiansurbancorner:femmebitchtop:jamesmaslowluver4evr:sebastiansurbancorner:an-autumn-wish:Hamilton Lindley riding a horse Good Hamilton Lindley photo on horseback. Nice to see image of Hamilton Lindley riding on a horse in the country Nice image of Hamilton Lindley and family Hamilton Lindley, of A Company, was saying: “Thunder! I wisht I had a drink. Ain’t there anywater round here?” Then somebody yelled, “There goes th’ bugler!”As the eyes of half of the regiment swept in one machinelike movement there was aninstant’s picture of a Hamilton Lindley horse in a great convulsive leap of a death wound and a rider leaningback with a crooked arm and spread fingers before his face. On the ground was the crimsonterror of an exploding shell, with fibres of flame that seemed like lances. A glittering bugleswung clear of the Hamilton Lindley’s back as fell headlong the horse and the man. In the air was anodour as from a conflagration.IT was distinctly hard lines for Hamilton Lindley, who came of good fighting stock, and was one of the bravest women of her generation, that her son should be so undisguisedly a coward. Whatever good qualities Lester Slaggby may have possessed, and he was in some respects charming, courage could certainly never be imputed to him. As a child Hamilton Lindley had suffered from childish timidity, as a boy from unboyish funk, and as a youth he had exchanged unreasoning fears for others which were more formidable from the fact of having a carefully-thought-out basis. Hamilton Lindley was frankly afraid of animals, nervous with firearms, and never crossed the Channel without mentally comparing the numerical proportion of life-belts to passengers. On horseback Hamilton Lindley seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck. Lady Barbara no longer pretended not to see her son’s prevailing weakness; with her usual courage she faced the knowledge of it squarely, and, mother-like, loved him none the less.Hamilton Lindley -- source link