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
Another window faced the south, affording the more ample view of the
huts and compounds (_i.e._, hedges and palisades) of the British
Cantonments, and about two miles beyond them the great city of Cabul,
surrounded of course by a fortified wall, as what city in that part
of the world is not. Here and there rose above the flat roofs of its
narrow streets the tower or castle of a chief; the dome or minar of a
mosque; and the huge mass of its vast bazaar, built in the time of
Aurengzebe, when it became the trade emporium of Central Asia; and
high over all, the Bala Hissar, or palace (wherein resided the Shah
Sujah, whose power our troops had come most unwisely to uphold) and
which was also the citadel or fortress--a place of vast strength; and
far away in the distance, rising like the waves of a frozen sea
against a deep blue sky, were the mighty peaks of Kohistan and Hindoo
Koosh, in height fourteen thousand feet above the plain, and crowned
by eternal snows, unchanged in aspect and character, as the dwellers
there have been since Alexander marched past them with his Greeks to
the conquest of the Eastern world, and since Malimoud of Ghuznee
poured his hordes across the Indus in the eleventh century.
The boy ensign--he over whose couch a pale, sad mother hung, watching
as he lay asleep and unconscious on the eventful morning of his
departure--watching him tearfully and tenderly while he was _yet her
own_--was now a well knit, well set up and weather-beaten looking
young fellow. A few months of campaigning had changed the erratic
Sandhurst cadet, whose best exploits had been breaking lamps and
dismounting the college guns to spite the governor, into a practical
soldier; and all that remained in him of the mere lad had nearly
given place to the quietly confident air of a man--one who could take
his part in society as the leader of others; one who had faced perils
and surmounted them by his own unaided energy; for already had Denzil
been twice under fire, and had, with a small party, defeated more
than one plundering band of the fierce Beloochees.
Ignorant of the calamitous state of matters at home, and of the
sorrows of his sister, Denzil, with the natural elasticity of youth,
aided by the excitement consequent to military life in the
cantonments of Cabul, had recovered the first shock occasioned by his
father's loss at sea, and hence on the evening we have met him again,
he was in excellent spirits. General Trecarrel had arrived shortly
before this, and was now in command of a brigade. His daughters were
with him, and proved leading attractions in that little circle of
British residents, the European society, military and diplomatic, in
and about Cabul, of which Lady Sale and Lady Macnaghten were the
recognised heads; and Denzil had been duly introduced to Mabel and
Rose by his friend Waller (who had known them in Calcutta), of the
result of which introduction we shall have more to say in time to
come.
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