In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
And first I consented with myself to reveal my intention to none but
to my servant Loll Duss, whom I knew to be faithful to me, and with
him to devise my plans. Mr Kidder had begged of me not to carry with
me any more of the servants of our party than I should actually need,
but to hire _cooleys_ (which is carriers), and other attendants, from
town to town. And this being so, of our own Surat men I took with me
only Loll Duss, together with my cook, a Moor that was named
Eusoff,[123] and an ancient Mogul soldier named Darah, for to look to
the hired _cooleys_. To these two I allowed Loll Duss to open our
scheme, knowing that they might be trusted, and needing their help to
carry it out, but they were instructed by no means to confide the same
to any of the Agra men that should accompany us. And next I told the
viscount of my purpose, and of the sorry part he needs must play, and,
silencing his words of surprise and gratitude, bade him come to the
_caravan-serawe_ before daylight on the morning of the day when we
should start. I don’t know how he succeeded in leaving the palace at
such an hour unperceived, but God did so order it that he fell in with
no one, and outside the _caravan-serawe_ Loll Duss met him and carried
him quickly to the stable where I was, looking to the packing of all
my equipage. Here were, beside our three selves, namely I, the
viscount, and Loll Duss, only Eusoff and Darah, and our business was
stowing all our necessaries for the journey in those great baskets
wherein the Moguls use to carry victuals and other such things. Then
in one of these we hid the viscount, and fastened down the cover on’t,
though leaving him a due space to breathe, and those victuals and
packets that should have been in that basket we did put into my
_palenkeen_, which was carried with us lest I should tire of riding.
And all the baskets being now filled, the _cooleys_ come in and took
’em away, Darah going with ’em, and all passed through the gate as
soon as it was opened, the sun being up. I had bid them tarry for me
at a certain village some five miles on our road, where was a
rest-house, wherein I was minded to pass the heat of the day, but I
myself and those with me did not start yet for some hours.
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