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
For a little while there was silence again, all three staring out at
the bay, Jack listlessly and with half-hearted interest, for he felt
thoroughly ill, while his head, as he had said some two hours before,
ached till it seemed to be on the point of bursting. Mulha squatted on
his heels, in the position loved by the native, and viewed the scene
thoughtfully, his eyes every now and again seeking Owen's face as if he
expected to receive help from him. And this in fact was the case. The
native of India often finds a subtle attraction about the white man, and
once he has cause for devotion is never tired of showing his loyalty and
good feeling. It matters not what is the age of the white man, so long
as he displays parts which are attractive to the native and rouse his
admiration. And Owen had already done that in the case of Mulha. He had
honoured the Mahrattan exile by chatting with him every day as if he
were a friend and an equal, thereby bringing many hours of unexpected
happiness. For Mulha's heart was far away in his own country, and he
sighed to be back. Then Owen had undoubtedly shown that he was possessed
of resource and pluck, and that entirely clinched the matter. He was a
born leader, so said Mulha to himself, and to be obeyed and followed
blindly.
"The sahib spoke of a native craft," he ventured again, after a long
pause. "What passed in his mind? To me there is but one way out of this
difficulty, and that even may depart as the darkness falls. There is the
boat, and if it remains we can use it. On the other hand, it may well
happen that the enemy will be before us. In which case----"
"We shall be in a mess," laughed Owen, showing of a sudden unwonted good
spirits. "But I'm hungry. A man fights and struggles better when well
fed than he does when suffering the pangs of hunger. We've plenty of
meat, and fruit is close at hand. What is to prevent our having a meal?
And while it is cooking we can still keep watch. As to the native
craft--I have my eye on it, Mulha, and I fancy that very soon we shall
want to make the acquaintance of those aboard her. No. I have no plan
fixed yet, but this I will say, that I mean to reach the ship to-night
if that is possible. Now, what about the grub?"
"There is the deer, sahib, while for me fruit will be sufficient. If you
will remain where you are I will light a fire behind the bushes, and in
such a way that not even the sharpest eyes shall detect it. Then I will
bring you a steak and some fruit, which should appease your appetite."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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