Gil the Gunner: The Youngest Officer in the EastFenn, George Manville
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Gil the Gunner: The Youngest Officer in the East
Fenn, George Manville
Great Britain. Army -- Colonial forces -- India -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Juvenile fiction
After a little discussion, it was decided that we should stay
twenty-four hours where we were, to recruit the men and horses, for,
though the men all declared their readiness to go on at once, the
infantry had had a very severe forced march or two, and required rest.
It was a terrible experience--a walk or two I had about the town with
Brace during that halt, one which was utilised for collecting an ample
supply of provisions and recruiting followers for our little camp, and I
remember asking Brace whether he thought it wise to trust the natives.
"Yes and no, Gil," he said. "I am not blind; I can see that every one
here in this place humbles himself to the dust before us as the
conquerors, and is ready to obey our slightest command; but, if we met
with a reverse, they would rise and trample on us to a man, and glory in
murdering such a set of unclean, infidel dogs as we are. But it is a
necessity, my lad. We want our lads to fight, and they must be always
ready for action. We cannot have them exhausted in this terrible
climate, carrying loads, cutting grass for the horses, foraging for the
elephants, and cooking. We must have hewers of wood and drawers of
water, my dear boy, and keep a strict watch over these modern children
of Gibeon. We cannot trust them, but we must have their services."
"Yes, I see," I replied.
"And there is this advantage: we are journeying through a strange
country, which they know. We must eat, so must they. We should not be
able to forage; they are, and in finding food for themselves they are
compelled to find it for us. No, we cannot trust them. Look here. For
aught we know, the men who are bowing down before us, and calling us
sahibs, had a hand in this."
We had reached a large bungalow, which, we afterwards learned, had been
the commissioner's house, and as I went with my companion from room to
room, which at one time must have been furnished in exquisite taste,
there were traces of the wanton destruction of a savage mob. Furniture
had been smashed, the floor was littered with the remains of mirrors and
ornaments; curtains and carpets were torn to shreds, and everything that
could be battered and destroyed was in pieces.
It was so in the next room, and we were about to pass on to others, with
the picture rising to my mind of what this place must have been before
the rising, when Brace suddenly stepped before me, swung me round
hastily, and gave me a push.
"Here, let's get out of the miserable place, Gil," he said hastily.
"You were too late," I said. "I saw it the same moment. It's of no
use; I may as well get accustomed to such things, even if I am a mere
boy."
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