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
"I remember the coach well, and being left beside the road," said Owen
promptly; "and I recollect the journey. I am sure that I was strange to
the country, and I can see now the ship in which I came. How long we
were at sea I do not know, but it was for a long while. And all that
time I was tended by a black woman, who was very kind. I seem to
remember places so different from these here. A bright sun, many trees,
and very big houses. There were soldiers, too, and one big soldier who
often threw me on his shoulder. But it may be a dream. I may have
imagined it all."
"One minute, Owen," interrupted Mrs. Towers, whose interest was fully
aroused. "Mrs. Jones said that when you came you could speak well, but
that whenever you cried you called out in a tongue which was strange to
her. You did it here too, that I remember, though bless me if I know
what the words meant. Have you forgotten?"
"Tell me," said Mr. Benjamin encouragingly, shifting a little farther on
to his chair and looking closely at Owen. "What were the words?"
Owen repeated them as well as he was able, and though they were but
childish expressions, which he had learned when beginning to speak, they
were pronounced as undoubtedly hailing from India.
"Which proves that he actually came from India," said the sergeant.
"Exactly so. He probably landed and was kidnapped, for some purpose of
which we are ignorant. There is something very interesting about this,
sergeant. I know the country well, and I say without hesitation that no
child but those belonging to Englishmen in high places would have been
dressed in such a garment. Probably our little friend is the son of an
Englishman employed in India, and was sent home because of the death of
his mother, or more likely because of the climate. Beyond that one
cannot go. There is some dark secret attached to his capture. But the
fact remains that he was kidnapped, and brought away from his guardians.
Then his identity was hidden. I should say that he may very well have
come from Bristol or some other port, and it is not to be wondered at
that his loss did not occasion very much disturbance. If his parents
were abroad, considering how slowly news travels, it is not at all
wonderful that no rumour of his having been found in this locality
failed to reach his guardians. Perhaps he was sent home to relatives,
who may themselves have had something to do with the kidnapping. There
have been cases quite as disgraceful before. But the important thing is
that one little garment is left as a clue, and that the lad can speak a
few words of the Indian tongue, and remembers places which may without a
great stretch of imagination be allowed to correspond with some Indian
city--Bombay or Calcutta, for instance."
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