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
"As dead as enny donkey, me bhoy, so ye will, and jest ye take the
warnin'. 'Tis said you're a fire-eater, and that ye've seen as much of
the campaign or of the fightin' as enny. Oi believe it. Where did ye
start?"
"At Ahmednuggur, sir. Then we went on to Assaye."
"And from there, me bhoy? Ye've not been idle since?"
"I was sent to Holkar with a despatch, and afterwards came through here
with more despatches for General Lake."
"Thin ye've been busy, because Assaye and Indore are miles from here.
Bedad, it must have taken days to cover the country. And what kept ye
at Indore? Some fascinating beauty in Holkar's court? Ah, hah! me bhoy,
don't tell me it was duty. 'Tis a little flirtation of your own ye've
been looking afther, and sure that's why Holkar put ye in the jug, so it
is."
The doctor roared at Owen's obvious indignation, while our hero soon
joined in the laughter, for he saw that this new friend of his was only
making fun. He sat up in his litter and addressed him eagerly.
"That's it, sir, and I'm dreadfully anxious to get up and out of this.
When shall I be fit? I feel well and strong now, and am sure I shall be
able to return to duty within a day or so."
"Ye will, will ye? Thin ye'll have to learn that ye've to stay where ye
are for a week. Ha! ha! A week, me bhoy, and even thin Oi may keep ye.
And jist remimber. Ye're lucky to be alive at all, so ye are, for that
bit of a bullet gave ye a nasty clip. Now if it had happened to hit
thrue and straight, why----"
"I shouldn't have been bothering you, sir."
"Bedad, ye would not. If it had sthruck ye true, and ye'd not had the
hide ye've got, ye'd be dead, as Oi've told ye. Now lie down and sleep,
or else Oi'll be havin' to place ye on dry biscuit and wather."
He was a merry soul this doctor, and for all his fun a capable and
painstaking attendant on those who were sick or injured. No sooner had
Owen been brought into the camp than he appeared at the tent, and having
given him some broth at once attended to his wound. That was a week ago,
and he had been able to pronounce the injury severe, but not dangerous
by any means, and likely to heal rapidly. Indeed, when another week was
gone he declared that Owen might return to light duty.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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