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 greatest force of the insurgent Afghans was in Mahommed Khan's
fort, which stood nine hundred yards distant from the cantonment
guns; but these, being only nine-pounders, were useless for breaching
purposes; and as this fort commands the road that leads to the city
and the Bala Hissar, supplies from that quarter were completely cut
off; and so were they from every other point save the village of
Beymaru, where they were procured at vast cost; and when that source
failed--our troops, who with their camp-followers, the necessity and
the curse of every Indo-British army, made up six and twenty thousand
souls penned within the cantonments--the threat of Ackbar, that our
horses would yet gnaw each other's tails and the tent-pegs, would
become terribly true, unless a successful retreat through the passes
were achieved; but for that movement, who now could trust to the
promises, the honour, or the humanity of the hostile and exulting
Afghans?
Though formed into innumerable petty septs, like the clans of the
Scottish Highlands, these people are attached more to the community
than the chief of it; and though divided by many bitter quarrels
among themselves, they were united enough in their hatred of all
Kaffirs and Feringhees, and in the hope of getting all their women
and property as spoil. Like a Scottish clan of old, an Afghan tribe
never refuses the rights of hospitality to a native suppliant. The
fugitive who flies from his clan, even though stained with blood, is
protected by the tribe upon whose mercy he casts himself, and war to
the death would ensue rather than surrender him. All these little
republics were now amalgamated for two purposes--the destruction of
Shah Sujah and his family, and the expulsion or destruction of our
little army that had enthroned him.
No one ever ventured beyond the secure walls of the cantonment now,
and every other day shots were exchanged between the sentinels and
scouting-parties of Afghan horsemen who rode between the forts,
brandishing their sabres or matchlocks in angry bravado; and now and
then the artillery tried a little practice with their nine-pounders
on Mahommed Khan's fort. Nor were the Shah's Gholandazees, under his
Topshee Bashee, or General of the Ordnance, in the Bala Hissar quite
idle; thus almost nightly there floated above the city a red light,
that brought forth tower and dome in dark relief, as the gleam of
musketry and cannon fell on the atmosphere; the smoke of gunpowder at
night is always somewhat of a red tint.
The ladies had got over much of their squeamishness about the
discharge of firearms. Poor things, they were learning fast to look,
almost without shrinking, on the fall of friend and foe, nor to wink
at the flash of a musket, even those who had once shared the old
dame's idea with regard to such implements, that, "whether loaded or
unloaded, they were apt to go off."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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