Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and PerilHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and Peril
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pirates -- Juvenile fiction
“A piece of paper was put before me, and a pen and ink, and I wrote as
I had been ordered, adding however, in French, that I had brought myself
into my present position by my own folly, and would take my chance,
for I well knew the importance which government attached to Sivajee's
capture. I read out loud all that I had written in English, and the
interpreter translated it. Then the paper was folded and I addressed it,
'The Officer Commanding,' and I was given some chupattis and a drink of
water, and allowed to sleep. The Dacoits had apparently no fear of any
immediate attack.
“It was still dark, although morning was just breaking, when I was
awakened, and was got up to the citadel. I was hoisted rather than
climbed, two men standing above with a rope, tied round my body, so that
I was half hauled, half pushed up the difficult places, which would have
taxed all my climbing powers had I been in health.
“The height of this mass of rock was about a hundred feet; the top was
fairly flat, with some depressions and risings, and about eighty feet
long by fifty wide. It had evidently been used as a fortress in ages
past. Along the side facing the hill were the remains of a rough wall.
In the center of a depression was a cistern, some four feet square,
lined with stone work, and in another depression a gallery had been cut,
leading to a subterranean storeroom or chamber.
“This natural fortress rose from the face of the hill at a distance of
a thousand yards or so from the edge of the plateau, which was fully two
hundred feet higher than the top of the rock. In the old days it would
have been impregnable, and even at that time it was an awkward place to
take, for the troops were armed only with Brown Bess, and rifled cannon
were not thought of. Looking round, I could see that I was some four
miles from the point where I had descended. The camp was gone; but
running my eye along the edge of the plateau I could see the tops of
tents a mile to my right, and again two miles to my left; turning round,
and looking down into the wide valley, I saw a regimental camp.
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