Soldiers of the Queen — Text and Context

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Avery, Harold, 1867-1943 Project Gutenberg 2009 Not confirmed
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Words 66,428
Reading time 289 min
Text sections 9

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Harold Avery's 1898 novel follows schoolboys Jack Fenleigh and Valentine as their military games and scrapes escalate into real danger. The narrative shifts from a toy-soldier battle to a boarding-school scandal involving a fairground fire, with diction that blends juvenile adventure with adult consequences.
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"They shouldered arms, and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue."--_The Brave Tin Soldier_.

The battle was nearly over. Gallant tin soldiers of the line lay where they had fallen; nearly the whole of a shilling box of light cavalry had paid the penalty of rashly exposing themselves in a compact body to the enemy's fire; while a rickety little field-gun, with bright red wheels, lay overturned on two infantry men, who, even in death, held their muskets firmly to their shoulders, like the grim old "die-hards" that they were. The brigade of guards, a dozen red-coated veterans of solid lead, who had taken up a strong position in the cover of a cardboard box, still held their ground with a desperate valour only equalled by the dogged pluck of a similar body of the enemy, who had occupied the inkstand with the evident intention of remaining there until the last cartridge had been expended.

Another volley swept the intervening stretch of tablecloth, and the deadly missiles glanced against the glass bottles and rattled among the pencils and penholders. Two men fell without a cry, and lay motionless with their heads resting on the pen-wiper.

"Look here, Barbara, you're cheating! You put in more than two peas that time, I know."

It was the commander-in-chief of the invading forces who spoke, and the words were addressed to a very harum-scarum looking young lady, who stood facing him on the opposite side of the table.

"How d'you know I did?" she cried.

"Because I saw them hit. There were three at least, and the rule was that we weren't to fire more than two at a time."

"There weren't three, then," retorted the girl, laughing, and shaking back her tangled locks with an impatient movement of her head. "There were _six_! Ha! ha! I put them all in my mouth at once, and you never noticed."

"Oh, you little cheat!" cried the boy. "I'll lick you."

The threat had evidently no terrors for her. She danced wildly round the table, crying, "Six! six! six!" and when at length he caught her, and held her by the waist, she turned round and rapped him smartly on the head with a tin pea-shooter.

At this stage of the proceedings a lady, who had been sitting in a low chair by the fire, looked up from her book.

"Come, come!" she said pleasantly. "I thought the day was past when generals fought single combats in front of their men. Isn't that true, Valentine?"

The tussle ceased at once; the boy released his sister, who laughed, and shook herself like a small kitten.

"She's been cheating!" he exclaimed.

"I fired six peas instead of two!" cried the culprit, evidently delighted with her little piece of wickedness. "And I knocked over two of his silly old soldiers."

A girl, somewhat older than Valentine, though very like him in face, laid down her needlework, saying, with a quiet smile,--

"All's fair in love and war, isn't it, Barbara?"

"Yes, of course it is," answered her sister.

"It's not--is it, aunt?" retorted the boy.

The lady rose from her chair, and, with a merry twinkle in her eye, came over to the table.

"Well, we'll hope not," she said. "Why, Val, I should have thought you were too old to play with tin soldiers; you were fourteen last birthday."

"I don't think I shall ever be tired of playing with them--that is," he added, "until I'm with real ones."

"Queen Mab," as the children sometimes called her, was below the medium height, and as she stood by her nephew's side his head reached above the level of her shoulder. She glanced over the mimic battlefield, and then down at the bright, healthy-looking young face at her side, with its honest grey eyes and resolute little mouth and chin. The old words, "food for powder," came into her mind, and she laid her hand lightly on his rumpled hair.

"So you still mean to be a soldier?"

"Yes, rather; and father says I may."

Miss Fenleigh was silent for a moment. "Ah, well," she said at length, "a happy time will come some day when there will be no more war; and I think it's about time this one ceased, for Jane will be here in a minute to clear the table for tea."

The novel opens with a mock battle fought with tin soldiers and dried peas, a scene that immediately establishes the central tension between childish play and serious consequences. The narrator describes the miniature warfare with mock-heroic gravity: 'Gallant tin soldiers of the line lay where they had fallen.' Yet the illusion is punctured by a girl's laughter and the accusation of cheating, grounding the fantasy in everyday squabbling. This juxtaposition of grand language and trivial stakes recurs throughout the book, as schoolboy pranks—a late return, a fairground fire—are narrated with the same earnestness as the earlier toy battles.

Diction of the Playground and the Parade Ground

Avery’s vocabulary oscillates between the formal and the colloquial, often within the same paragraph. In the opening chapter, the narrator uses phrases like 'paid the penalty of rashly exposing themselves' and 'desperate valour only equalled by the dogged pluck,' language that would suit a military dispatch. But the dialogue immediately undercuts this: 'Look here, Barbara, you're cheating! You put in more than two peas that time, I know.' The contrast is deliberate, highlighting how the children adopt adult rhetoric to dignify their games. Later, in the school chapters, the boys speak in a clipped, slangy register—'in a wax,' 'a thundering row,' 'collared'—while the headmaster and prefects use more measured, official tones. This code-switching reflects the social hierarchy of the boarding school and the boys’ awareness of when to play the soldier and when to play the schoolboy.

Dialogue as a Tool for Character and Tension

Avery uses dialogue to reveal character quickly and to advance plot without lengthy exposition. Jack Fenleigh’s speech is marked by bravado and defiance: 'What do I care?' he exclaims after learning he may be expelled. His cousin Valentine, by contrast, speaks in anxious, measured phrases: 'I hope to goodness you won't be found out.' The exchange between them—'You'll never make a saint of me, Val, old chap'—shows their relationship in a few lines. The prefect Walker’s laconic 'Hallo, Fenleigh! You were back precious late last night' sets the investigative machinery in motion. Even minor characters like Tinkleby are defined by their speech: his excited staccato delivery ('Haven't you heard? ... Some one's in for a thundering row') and his habit of 'fingering his nippers' create a vivid impression. The dialogue is functional but never flat; it carries the story’s momentum.

The Structure of Escalation: From Toy Soldiers to Real Fire

The narrative is built on a pattern of escalating stakes, each chapter heading echoing the previous one. The first chapter, 'Tin Soldiers,' ends with a mock battle. By Chapter XII, '—Into the Fire,' the same language of combat is applied to a real crisis: a fairground show set ablaze. The chapter epigraph—'One of the little boys took up the tin soldier and threw him into the stove'—from Hans Christian Andersen’s The Brave Tin Soldier links the toy world to the real one. The school investigation unfolds with the gravity of a court-martial: the headmaster summons prefects, a shabby man gives evidence, and Jack faces possible expulsion. Avery maintains the military metaphor throughout, but the consequences are now tangible. The structure suggests that the boys’ games are rehearsals for adult responsibilities, though the novel stops short of showing those adult outcomes.

Recurring Motifs: Uniforms, Orders, and Obedience

Uniforms appear as a motif from the first sentence, which quotes Andersen: 'They shouldered arms, and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue.' The tin soldiers are defined by their dress and discipline. In the school setting, the boys are not in uniform, but they are subject to a code of conduct enforced by prefects and the headmaster. The phrase 'Guard Turn Out!' (a chapter title) echoes military commands. The fairground incident involves a man who 'wanted to see the headmaster' to demand damages—a civilian version of a formal complaint. Avery uses these parallels to suggest that the school is a miniature society with its own laws and punishments. The boys who play at soldiers must eventually answer to a real authority, and the novel’s tension lies in whether they will obey or rebel.

Readers should attend to the way Avery uses chapter epigraphs from Andersen’s fairy tale to frame each section’s action. The epigraphs are not mere decoration; they provide a thematic key, linking the toy soldier’s fate to the boys’ predicaments. The novel rewards attention to small details—a character’s gesture, a repeated phrase—that build a coherent world of school and camp. Though the excerpts end before the military campaign begins, the groundwork is laid in the school chapters, where the language of command and consequence is already in place.

There’s a moment in Soldiers of the Queen where the boys’ play turns unexpectedly heavy, and it stayed with me long after I closed it. That same quiet weight lives in Lefty Locke, pitcher-manager — Themes and Context—not the games themselves, but the way responsibility finds you mid-sentence. I think of both like old photographs, slightly faded, still warm in your hands.

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