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
"Come on then, gentlemen--the more the merrier, and a little time
must solve all."
The Wuzeer sadly shook his head, and saying,
"As Darrah said of the hypocrite Aurungzebe, 'Of all my brothers most
do I fear the teller of beads,' so say I of Ackbar;" and almost
rending his beard as he went, this loyal minister of a most unpopular
king retired into one of the forts to wait the event, while the Envoy
laughingly spurred his horse and with his companions rode towards the
group of Afghan Chiefs, around and in the rear of whom their armed
followers were every moment increasing in number and excitement, as
fresh horsemen accoutred with spear and shield, matchlock and sabre,
came galloping from the gates of the city, uttering menacing and
tumultuous cries, which could not fail to make the hearts of the
ladies in the fortified camp to throb with apprehension.
The Envoy, with his little Staff, after crossing the canal by the
bridge near an old and abandoned fort, advanced more leisurely
towards where Mohammed Ackbar Khan, and many other great Chiefs,
among whom were Shireen Khan of the Kussilbashes, on his towering
camel, and Ameen Oollah Khan, were posted a little way in front of an
armed, dark-visaged, and stormy-looking throng.
The last-named individual, Chief of Loghur, perhaps equalled Ackbar
in cruelty; and it may be sufficient to illustrate his character to
state, that in order to get rid of an elder brother who stood between
him and the inheritance, he caused him to be seized and buried up to
the chin in densely packed earth. Around his neck was then looped a
rope, the end of which was haltered to a wild horse, which was driven
round him in a circle, until the unhappy victim's head was torn from
his shoulders, as a testimony of how Ameen Oollah Khan protested
against the law of primogeniture.*
* Lieutenant Eyre's Narrative.
Conspicuous among all by his stature and deportment, the Prince
Ackbar was magnificently attired in a camise of shawl pattern, all
scarlet and gold; his plumed cap was of blue and gold brocade, with a
fall and fringe that drooped on his right shoulder. He was armed
only with his sabre, a poniard, and a pair of magnificent pistols,
which Sir William Macnaghten had presented to him on a former
occasion; but Ameen Oollah Khan, Shireen, the Kussilbash, the other
chiefs, and all their followers, especially the Ghilzies, were
accoutred to the teeth, with the arms usually borne by Afghan
horsemen--a heavy matchlock with a long bayonet, a sabre, a
blunderbuss, three long pistols, a dagger, four or five knives, a
shield on the back, and a comical complication of bullet-bags,
powder-flasks, priming-horns, and other things dangling at their
girdles; and warlike, ferocious, and formidable-looking fellows they
were, save their firearms, unchanged in aspect and in nature as their
forefathers who dwelt on the mountains of Ghore, in the days when the
Scots and English were breaking each other's heads on the field of
Northallerton.
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