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
We rode on in silence for a time till we neared the head of the bridge
of boats we had to cross--a structure which looked too frail to bear our
guns and the ponderous elephants in our baggage-train; but the leading
men advanced; the first gun was drawn over by its six horses, and the
rest followed, while, as I passed over with the Sheik snorting and
looking rather wild-eyed at the rushing water, I was only conscious of
an elastic motion of the plank roadway, as a hollow sound came up at the
trampling of the horses' feet, and before long we were winding through
that densely-populated city, and then right through to our quarters,
high up on a slope, where the wind came down fresh and sweet from the
hills.
"How long shall we stay here?" I asked Brace, that evening, after mess,
as we stood at the edge of our parade-ground, looking down at the city
with the level rays of the setting sun lighting up the gilded minarets,
and glorifying the palm-trees that spread their great feathery leaves
against the amber sky.
"How long shall we stay here?" said Brace, sadly, as he repeated my
question. "Who can tell? Perhaps for a year--perhaps for a month.
Till we are wanted to crush out some mad attempt on the part of a chief
to assert his independence, or to put down a quarrel between a couple of
rajahs hungry for each other's lands."
CHAPTER TEN.
It was a delightful change, for the country was grand, the English
society pleasant and hospitable, and the chief of the district most
eager to be on friendly terms with the officers of our troop, and of the
foot regiment stationed in the lower part of the town, so that the
months soon glided by, and whenever any of us could be spared from duty,
we were off on some expedition.
Brace cared little for sport, but he used to join the shooting-parties
got up by the nawab; and gloriously exciting beats we had through the
jungle; those when Brace was my companion being far more enjoyable than
when Barton had leave. For the latter's sole idea was to slay
everything; while Brace, who was a dead shot, and who laid low several
tigers during our stay, always seemed to be fonder of studying the
habits of the birds and smaller animals that we came across. As for
myself, I believe I shared to some extent the tastes of both; but to me
the whole expedition, with its elephant-ride and train of picturesque
servants, and the tiffin in the tent set up by the nawab's people, was
the great attraction.
It was a merry life we all led, with some festivity always on the way,
from hunting-parties down to lunches at the different civilians', and
then up again to dinner-parties and balls, given by the mess of the
artillery, or the sepoy regiment, which had an excellent band.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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