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
The doctor came the next day, and did not seem satisfied; the fact being
that, on awakening, my mind was all on the fret. For I was always face
to face with the thought of what had become of my mother and sister at
Nussoor. Of course I sorrowed, too, about my father's fate; but I was
not so anxious about him. He was a soldier, with some hundreds of
trusty Englishmen at his back, and I knew that he would be ready to meet
any difficulties.
Then there was Brace to fidget about, and my other friends of the troop.
I wanted to know whether they had been scattered, as Ny Deen had
assured me, and whether the English rule really was coming to an end.
"He thinks so," I said; "but I will not believe it yet."
Then I worried about being a prisoner, and with no prospect of getting
free. It was very pleasant to be waited on, and treated as the rajah's
friend, and there were times when I almost wondered at myself for
refusing the costly gifts he had offered. But I soon ceased wondering,
and began to feel that jewelled swords and magnificent horses were
worthless to one who was a prisoner.
The days passed drearily by in spite of bright sunshine and breezes and
delicious fruits, with every attention a convalescent could wish for.
By degrees I reached the stage when I was borne out through the shady
edge of the forest in a palanquin, plenty of bearers being forthcoming
when needed, and then disappearing again, leaving me wondering whence
they came, and how far away the rajah's principal city might be.
Everything I asked for was obtained directly; but I was a prisoner, and
not the slightest information could I get. The only inkling I had of my
whereabouts was obtained one day when I was being borne along in the
shade by my bearers, with Salaman at my side. They halted at the edge
of what was almost a precipice, to give me a view through an opening of
a far-spreading plain at a considerable depth below; and this taught me
at once that I had been placed, of course by the rajah's command, in the
shady forest somewhere on a mountain slope, where the air was
comparatively cool, and where I was far more likely to recover than in
some crowded city in the broiling plains.
That was all that the view down the precipitous slope taught me. I
could not recognise a single landmark, and returned to my prison-tent as
low-spirited as ever.
It must have been a day or two after, when I was making my first essays
in walking, that, unexpectedly as usual, the rajah came riding in among
the trees quite alone, and as he drew rein, smiling, close to where I
was standing, I could not help envying him the strength and ease with
which he managed his splendid charger.
He was quite simply dressed on this occasion, and his appearance
indicated that he must have ridden far.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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