Dulcie Carlyon: A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Dulcie Carlyon: A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
'Very good, sir,' replied Florian, as he saluted and went away to
obtain the horse, the revolver, and to prepare for a duty which he
intensely disliked, and almost doubted his power to carry out, as it
took him rearward through a country of which he was ignorant, which
was almost without roads, and where he would be single-handed, if not
among savages, among those who were quite as bad, for in some of
these districts, as in the Orange Free State and Boerland, there
swarmed broken ruffians of every kind, many of them deserters; and,
says an officer, 'so great, in fact, was the number of these
undesirable specimens of our countrymen assembled in Harrysmith alone
that night was truly made hideous with their howlings, respectable
persons were afraid to leave their houses after nightfall, and the
report of revolvers ceased to elicit surprise or curiosity. I have
been in some of the most notorious camps and towns in the territories
and mining districts of the United States, but can safely assert that
I never felt more thankful than when I found my horse sufficiently
rested here to continue my journey.' There were lions, too, in the
wild plains, for some of our cavalry horses were devoured by them;
the tiger-cat and the aarde-wolf also.
With a knowledge of all this Florian loaded his revolver, looked
carefully to the bridle and stirrup leathers of his horse, received a
note from Mr. Sheldrake to the officer commanding the little fort
near the foot of the Drakensberg, and left the camp of No. 2 column
on his solitary journey, steering his way by the natural features of
the country so far as he could recall them after the advance of the
10th January, and watching carefully for the wheel tracks or other
indications of a roadway leading in a westerly direction; and many of
his comrades, including Bob Edgehill, watched him with interest and
kindly anxiety till his white helmet disappeared as he descended into
a long grassy donga, about a mile from Rorke's Drift.
The evening passed and the following day dawned--the important
12th--when Zululand was to be invaded at three points by the three
columns of Lord Chelmsford; the advance party detailed from Colonel
Glyn's brigade to reconnoitre the ground in front got under arms and
began to move off, and Sheldrake and others began to feel somewhat
uneasy, for there was still no appearance of the absent one.
* * * *
The country through which Florian rode was lonely, and farmhouses
were few and many miles apart. Its natural features were undulating
downs covered with tall waving grass, furrowed by deep, reedy
water-courses; here and there were abrupt rocky eminences, and dense
brushwood grew in the rugged kloofs and ravines.
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