Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and LaswareeBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and Laswaree
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Maratha War, 1803 -- Juvenile fiction
It was evident that General Wellesley was not the one to allow the
possibility of a mistake. He turned to one of the officers and gave a
short order. A little later a Mahratta advanced and salaamed.
"This is one of the Mahratta friendly chiefs," he said. "I have
instructed him to converse with you."
Had our hero told anything but the strict and accurate truth, he would
then and there have been confounded. But he was sure of himself, and a
minute later found the Mahratta salaaming to him and conversing at a
pace which utterly forbade those who had a smattering of the language
following the conversation.
"My lord," said the native, turning to the General, "the sahib tells me
that he believes that he lived in this country when a babe, and learned
Hindustani, and mayhap some of our tongue even before he was taught his
own. Truly, I can believe it. But for his colour and his dress he is a
Mahratta."
"And here is a report to that effect, received from Calcutta, sir," said
one of the officers, abstracting a parchment from a leather satchel.
"This came through with the column with which Mr. Jones marched."
"I will see it. Put this officer's name down for special service, in
connection with interpreting or otherwise. He has shown great energy and
courage. Good-morning, Mr. Jones."
He acknowledged Owen's salute and stood looking after him as he limped
away.
"We shall see him again, I think," he said very quietly. "It is
something to have a youngster amongst us who can speak like a native and
has the pluck to carry out the part."
Marching across the plain watered by the Soona, the force under General
Wellesley at length came in sight of Ahmednuggur, having passed
numerous villages _en route_ which had been fired by the lawless
Mahrattas. And here they found a city and fortress which promised to tax
their powers, for the pettah boasted a lofty wall, flanked with towers,
though it had no battlements. In addition it had an excellent ditch,
and, according to the General, was the strongest fort which he had seen,
saving only Vellore, in the Carnatic. The place was garrisoned by a body
of Arabs, aided by one of Scindia's regular battalions, trained no doubt
by some French officer, while between it and the fortress lay a column
of horse.
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