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
There was no doubt that Jack Simpson was perfectly right. A great number
of the young fellows who went out at this period to join the Company's
service knew very little of its history and its origin. And to-day there
are many who have heard little more than its name, while numbers who
know of events which have passed in America, in Africa, in Spain and
other countries, where British forces have fought, are somewhat hazy as
to events which have passed in India since England first sent her sons
there. To them India is a British possession, teeming with millions of
dark-skinned subjects, and for ever attracting some slight attention
because of oft-recurring frontier wars. They know little of the early
struggles, of the days when British, Dutch, and French strove for
supremacy, and of the endless fighting and sacrifice by which our
country finally gained the proud title of conqueror of India, and won
for its ruler the title of Emperor of this huge country across the seas.
"Come, come," laughed the friendly Major. "You should have learned that
at school. Every young fellow should know of it, and be proud to think
that he is a descendant of the fine men who fought here before us. But
if you really wish it I will outline the life of the old Company, though
I must trust to my memory for dates. Still, you know, when an officer
has been a servant of the Company for twenty years, as I have, he
naturally knows a little about his employers. Let me see. We'll start at
the beginning."
"The very beginning, Major, please," said Jack.
"Which would take us back to the days of Alexander, if you ask me to
give a history of India. No! You must get a book and look that up. I am
going to tell you of the Company, and in doing so I must naturally speak
of India. Still, I'll say as much more as I can. To begin with, this
India is even vaster than many of us imagine. Roughly, it extends for
some nineteen hundred miles from north to south, that is from the
Himalayas to Cape Comorin, and is inhabited by a good many more than a
hundred million souls, natives I mean, and exclusive of Europeans, who
are a mere drop in that vast human ocean. Just think of that. Here are
we, a mere handful, attempting to impose our will upon a vast people,
and doing it successfully too. The audacity of such a venture is really
astounding!"
"Then how is it that we succeed, Major?" Owen ventured to ask. "If we
are so few, why don't they come down upon us and exterminate us?"
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