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 setting out in the morning as usual, lest the villagers should
perceive our divided forces, we separated from one another at some
distance from the place where we had slept, our servants and _cooleys_
taking the road to the left hand, and my friend and I that to the
right. Meanwhile, I was not a little exercised in my mind as to
whether we were doing the best we might, and did give Loll Duss many
commands touching what he should do in respect to certain dangers, as
that in case of any pursuit made of them, they must all leave their
packs and escape into the woods, not rashly perilling their lives for
such poor silly stuff as beds and kettles. In all this he heard me
very patiently, though I am well assured he would never have suffered
any such thing to be done, and so we separated from them, my friend
and I riding on in the sweet morning air, the which was mighty soft
and agreeable, with as little concern as if that were not to be the
most weighty day of both of our lives, or at least of mine.
Through all the morning we held on at a good pace, our horses being
sound and swift, and at noon or thereabouts halted for a rest of two
hours, for more we dared not take, if we were to reach Seva Gi and his
army by sunset. Setting out again on our journey after this time of
repose, we found that we must needs progress with great
circumspection, since we now beheld very clearly the great citadel of
Tashpour frowning from its lofty steep before us. And here the
viscount showed very evidently the value of that training he had
received, for his eye told him of every ridge and every grove that
might afford us concealment in our riding, and we were well abreast of
the fortress before we were forced to relinquish our cover. But here
that which we had hailed as our salvation became, so to speak, a
destruction unto us, for we had been riding in the shadow of the edge
of a certain great wood, so that even had any been watching for us
from the castle they had scarce been able to perceive us against the
dark trees, and now we come full upon a huge quag or morass, wherein
my horse had like to have sunk before I could turn him and get him
out. And looking to see where this quag might end, we found that it
spread into the wood for some distance (making a dark and loathsome
mire and mud, very hideous to behold), nay, we could not reach with
our eyes the furthest limits on’t, so that our sole plan was to ride
out upon the plain and fetch a compass about it. And this, because
time pressed, and we might not search in the wood, to seek the other
end on’t, we did set about immediately, though doing our best to ride
leisurely, so as any perceiving us might take us only for honest
countrymen bent on their occasions. But when we come out upon the
plain, our beasts and we were evidently visible against the clear
green colour of the rushes by the side of the quag, and before we
could even circle round the end on’t, the viscount bid me look round,
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