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
The following day, that the absurd might not be wanting amid their
misery, to the surprise of all, Saleh Mohammed appeared mounted on
his camel, not in his usual amplitude of turban, with his flowing
chogah and Cashmere shawls, but with his lean, shrunken, and bony
figure buttoned up in a tight regimental blue surtout, with gold
shoulder-scales, and crimson sash, frog-belt, and sword, all of which
had whilom belonged to Jack Polwhele, of the Cornish Light Infantry,
a tiny forage cap (which Jack used to wear very much over his right
ear) being perched on the back of his bald head, while the chin-strap
came uncomfortably only below the tip of his high hooked nose; and
thus arrayed he prepared to meet and, as he hoped, duly to impress
Zoolficar Khan, the governor of the town of Bameean, where the first
halt was to be made for further and final orders from Ackbar, as to
whether the hostages should be sold or slain; for now their custodian
began to have some strange doubts upon the subject, and now his
victims were fairly out of Afghanistan and in the land of the
Tartars, nine days of monotonous and arduous journey distant from
Cabul.
We have lately seen the kind of mercy meted out to helpless hostages
by Communal savages in the boasted city of Paris--the self-styled
centre of civilization--and so may fairly tremble for the fate of
those who were in the hands of Asiatic fanatics on the western slopes
of the Hindoo-Kush.
CHAPTER XVII.
MABEL'S PRESENTIMENT.
Mabel Trecarrel seemed to see or to feel the image of Waller become
more vividly impressed upon her mind, now, as every day's journey, as
every hour, and every mile towards the deserts of Great Tartary,
increased the perils of her own situation, and seemed to add to the
difficulties, if not entirely to close all the chances, of their ever
meeting again on this earth; and as Bameean, a rock-hewn city, the
Thebes of the East, and geographically situated in Persia, began to
rise before the caravan, when it wound down from the Akrobat Pass, a
deeper chill fell on her heart, for she had a solemn presentiment
creeping over her that there all her sorrows, if not those of her
companions too, should be ended.
A laborious progress of several miles, during which her now weary
dhooley-wallahs staggered and reeled with fatigue, brought them from
the mountain slopes into a plain, damp, muddy, and marshy, where from
the plashy soil there rose a mist through which the city seemed to
shimmer and loom, shadowy and ghost-like. A great portion of this
plain was waste, and hence believed to be the abode of ghouls,
afreets, and demons, who, in the dark and twilight, sought to lure
the children of Adam to unknown but terrible doom.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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