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
I must hurry through these early days, a full account of which would
sound dull and uninteresting, but during which I had grown to be quite
at home on the Sheik, and on another horse which Brace purchased for me,
and which, from his speed, I called Hurricane. For though I found that
I belonged to the fastest and best-trained troop of horse artillery in
the service, from being so light a weight, I had to keep a pretty tight
rein on my new horse, so as to hold him in his place.
Barton laughed at it, and called it a wretched screw; but I did not
mind, for I found out before I had been attached to the corps long that
everything in which Brace had a hand was wrong, and that he bore
anything but a friendly feeling toward me, dubbing me Brace's Jackal,
though all the time I felt that I was no nearer being friends than on
the day I joined.
I had learned from Barton why Brace had been over to England. It was to
take his young wife, to whom he had only been married a year, in the
hope of saving her life; and if I had felt any repugnance to the
lieutenant before, it was redoubled now by the cynically brutal way in
which he spoke.
"She died, of course," he said. "We all knew she would--a poor, feeble
kind of creature--and a good job for him. A soldier don't want an
invalid wife."
These words explained a good deal about Brace that I had not grasped
before, and as I thought of his quiet, subdued ways, and the serious
aspect of his face, I could not help feeling how fond he must have been
of the companion he had lost, and how it had influenced his life.
At the end of a year, we received the route, and were off, to march by
easy stages, to Rajgunge, where we were to be stationed, and a glorious
change it seemed to me, for I was as weary of the ugly town, with its
dirty river and crowded bazaars, as I was of our hot, low barracks and
the dusty plain which formed our training-ground. Rajgunge, Brace told
me, was quite a small place, in a beautifully wooded, mountainous
country, where there was jungle and cane-brake, with plenty of sport for
those who cared for it, the rajah being ready enough to get up
shooting-parties and find elephants and beaters for a grand tiger battue
from time to time.
It was quite a new experience to me, all the preparations for the
evacuation of the barracks, and I stared with astonishment at the size
of the baggage-train, with the following of servants, grooms, tentmen,
elephants, and camels, deemed necessary to accompany our marches. It
was like the exodus of some warlike tribe; but, as Brace told me, it was
quite the regular thing.
"You see, everything is done to spare our men labour. Their profession
is to fight, and as long as they do that well, John Company is willing
that they should have plenty of assistance to clean their horses, guns,
and accoutrements."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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