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
The winter of that year also saw our officers skating on the lake of
Istaliff, six miles from Cabul--the skates being the work of a
Scottish armourer sergeant. Amateur theatricals,* for which Polwhele
painted the scenery, were not wanting to add to the wonder of those
sequestered Orientals, to whom the doors of the houses were thrown
freely open; but with the coming spring, when the field-pea, the
yellow briar-rose, the variously tinted asphodels, and the orchards
in rich blossom, made all the valley beautiful, came the crowning
marvel, when Lieutenant Sinclair of Her Majesty's 13th Light
Infantry, an officer who possessed great mechanical skill,
constructed and launched on the lake of Istaliff, that which had
never before been seen in Afghanistan, a large boat, with masts,
sails, and oars.
* The favourite play was "The Irish Ambassador," and others of the
same kind. "On such occasions they changed the titles of the
_dramatis personæ_, so as to bring them and the offices of the
parties bearing them, down to the level of Afghan comprehension;
while Burnes and others skilled in the dialect of the country,
translated the speeches as they were uttered."--Sales' Brigade in
Afghanistan.
The plaudits of the assembled thousands made the welkin ring.
"Now," they exclaimed, "we see that you are not like the infidel
Hindoos that follow you! You are men born and bred like ourselves in
a land where God varies the seasons, thus giving vigour to mind and
body. Oh, that you had come among us as friends, rather than
enemies, for you are fine fellows, one by one, though as a body we
hate you!"
And so dark days were coming, for the misrule of the Shah Sujah, the
intrigues of the restless Ackbar Khan, and the national distrust of
the mountaineers of all foreign, especially Kaffir, intervention,
were soon to put an end to this pleasant state of matters.
On the Chief of the Ghiljees spreading a rumour by letter, that it
was the intention of Sir William Macnaghten to seize all the khans of
tribes and send them to the Feringhee Queen in London, a dreadful
tumult ensued in the city, and ere the cannon could clear the
streets, several officers, among whom was Sir Alexander Burnes, were
killed in the confusion. Fast spread the spirit of revolt! The
feeble Shah shut himself up in the Bala Hissar on its towering rock;
and it was deemed advisable to make terms with the leaders, the chief
of whom was Ackbar Khan, whose conduct during the whole of those
affairs curiously combined the romantic, aristocratic, and courteous
tones of a half-civilised prince, with the ferocity of an utter
barbarian.
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