Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
Fortunately, ere all these disastrous arrangements could be made, a
new Governor-General in the person of Lord Ellenborough arrived, and
to him Sir Robert Sale despatched Audley Trevelyan with a letter
descriptive of his plans, and giving details of his force; and on
this mission, with a few attendants, our young staff officer and his
companion departed by the way of Peshawur, the gate of Western India,
on a long and arduous journey of nearly five hundred miles, by Rawul
Pindee and Umritsur, to Simla, on the slopes of the Himalayas--a
journey to be performed by horse and elephant, as the occasion might
suit; for the railway to Lahore had not as yet sent up its whistle in
the realms of Runjeet Sing.
Meanwhile Waller was proceeding in precisely an opposite direction.
Compelled to avoid Ghuznee, which was now in the hands of the Afghans
under Ameen Oollah Khan, he and his escort, the half-Rissallah of
Native Horse, travelled among the mountains, unnoticed and uncared
for by the nomadic dwellers in black tents, whose temporary
settlements dotted the green slopes. His sowars all wore turbans in
lieu of light-cavalry helmets; and as he too had one, with it, his
poshteen, and now weather-beaten visage, he passed as a native chief
of some kind; and the route they traversed was sometimes as beautiful
as picturesque villages, long shady lanes overarched by
mulberry-trees, orchards of plums, apples, pomegranates, and those
great cherries which were introduced by the Emperor Baber, could make
it. And so on they rode, by Kurraba and Killaut, till they reached
Candahar in safety; and thankful indeed was honest Bob Waller when
from the hills, amid the plain, he beheld the city, with its fortress
crowning a precipitous rock, its long low walls of sun-dried brick,
and the gilded cupola that shrines the tomb of Ahmed Shah, once "the
Pearl of his age," the object of many a Dooranee's prayer, and around
which so many recluses spend the remainder of their lives in
repeating the Koran over and over again without end.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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