Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
Announcing that he was Dost Mohammed, the stranger proffered his
sword in token of surrender; for it would seem that the hapless
prince had that day ridden sixty miles from the Nijrow Valley,
quitting his routed host; and he was immediately transmitted to
Calcutta; but rejecting with hatred and scorn all offers of pension
or place from the British Government, Ackbar Khan, the most brave and
reckless of his sons, preferred a life of rude independence in
Loodianah, and never lost the hope of levying a holy war for the
extermination of the meddling and Kaffir Feringhees--the infidel
English; for so he stigmatised us.
Prior to this point of time our little army under General Elphinstone
had remained peacefully in Cabul, far distant from the British
settlements in Hindostan. Many of the officers had built pleasant
and even pretty houses in the neighbourhood of the fortified
cantonments which lay between the hills of Behmaru and those of Siah
Sung, two miles distant from the city; and there they dwelt
comfortably and unsuspectingly with their wives and families.
Communication with the outer world beyond the passes was however both
difficult and dubious; for the territories of wild and untrustworthy
allies lay between our troops and the Indies on one hand; and between
them and the Arabian Sea on the other.
It was August, as before stated, when we entered Cabul. The violets,
the tulips and the wall-flower, which grow wild during spring, had
passed away; but the air was yet perfumed by the Persian iris; the
orchards and lovely gardens around the city were teeming with
luscious fruit; and the Cabul river flowed between its banks, where
the purple grape, the ruddy apple, and golden orange, bending the
laden branches, dipped in the stream or kissed its shining ripples.
Englishmen take old England with them everywhere; and thus the honest
and confident freedom with which our officers went to and fro between
the camp and city, and the free way in which they spent their money,
won them, for a time, the favour of the Afghans; and the winter of
the first year saw the introduction of horse races, at which a
splendid sword, given by the Shah, was won by Major Daly of the 4th
Light Dragoons; cricket matches, when Bob Waller held his wicket
against the field; and cock-fighting, a favourite sport with the
natives.
The chiefs invited them to their houses in the city and to their
castles in the country, where their double-barrelled rifles brought
down the snipes and quails, the elk, the deer, the hare and flying
fox, with a precision that elicited many a shout of "Allah" and
"Bismillah" from the entertainers.
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