For Fortune and Glory: A Story of the Soudan WarHough, Lewis
History
For Fortune and Glory: A Story of the Soudan War
Hough, Lewis
Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century -- Fiction; Sudan -- History -- 1881-1899 -- Fiction
When they had got over the worst, however, the boat got jammed on a
rock, and the work of getting her off devolved on the crew on board of
her, unless she were so fast as to require the aid of the others, who
for the present got a much-required rest.
"A set of duffers, those chaps," said the sergeant in charge of the
party, a young fellow named Barton, of good parentage, and Kavanagh's
particular friend off duty. "A regular Nile reis, with his crew of four
natives, would never have stuck the nuggar _there_."
"I wish we had them Canadian vogajaws, sergeant," said Corporal Adams.
"Ay, they are first-rate," replied the sergeant.
"A good many boats have them, haven't they?"
"Oh, yes! Most I suppose, or we should not get on at all. But we have
not had the luck to get them for our craft. There are only a few of
these who know how to work a boat up rapids at all, and I fancy they are
only apprentices at it. As for the others, one of them owned to me that
he had never been on any river before the Nile but the Thames at Putney,
and his idea of a rapid was the tide rushing under the bridge."
"But sure, sergeant, he can sing `Row, brothers, row,' iligantly, he
can," said Grady.
"Ay, but he can't do it," replied the sergeant. "He ought to be in the
water now. There's Captain Reece overboard and shoving; I must try and
get to him. Stand by the rope, men, and haul away like blazes when she
shifts."
What with poling, and shoving, and pulling at the rope, the nuggar was
floated once more at last, and on they went again, and by-and-by the
river widened, and the current was not so strong, and so long as they
kept the rope pretty taut the boat came along without any very great
exertion.
"Have a pipe out of my baccy-box, just to show there's no malice?" said
Grady to Tarrant.
"Thankee, I will," replied Tarrant, "for mine is so wet it won't burn.
I went up to my neck in shoving off the first time we stuck, before we
took to towing."
"Eh, but that was a chance for the crocodiles!" cried Macintosh. "I saw
ye go souse under, Tarrant, and thought one of them had got ye by the
leg. Ye might have grumbled a bit then, and folks would have said you
had reason."
"It is all very fine," said Tarrant, "and if you chaps are pleased, you
are welcome; but I don't call this riding on a camel. I had as soon
have stopped with my own regiment, amongst sensible and pleasant lads,
and taken my chance, as have volunteered to join this corps, if I had
known I was to march all the same, and lug a beast of a boat after me
too. I expected to have a camel to ride on."
"Thank you for putting me in mind that I'm mounted," said Grady; "I had
almost forgotten it."
"Make your minds easy," said Sergeant Barton. "You will have plenty of
camel riding in a day or two, quite as much as you like perhaps."
"And I hope it will be before I have worn-out my third pair of boots,"
said Macintosh. "Eh, but this is a grievous waste of shoe-leather."
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