Raiders of the Sarhad: Being an Account of the Campaign of Arms and Bluff Against the Brigands of the Persian-Baluchi Border during the Great War — John Shaqi
Raiders of the Sarhad: Being an Account of the Campaign of Arms and Bluff Against the Brigands of the Persian-Baluchi Border during the Great WarDyer, R. E. H. (Reginald Edward Harry)
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Raiders of the Sarhad: Being an Account of the Campaign of Arms and Bluff Against the Brigands of the Persian-Baluchi Border during the Great War
Dyer, R. E. H. (Reginald Edward Harry)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Middle East
Six hundred camels for so small a force would seem out of all
proportion. But it must be remembered that transport for provisions,
and everything else we should need for at least a full month, was
required; that we could not depend on keeping open any sort of lines
of communication; and that whenever a Durbar or meeting was held,
all those attending it expected to be fed, and well fed. Our very
existence depended on an ample supply of food. Further, the presence
of so many camels helped to uphold the game of bluff it was still
necessary to play, and a distant view of these six hundred camels
gave an appearance of numbers out of all proportion to our real
fighting strength.
Landon's route would take him by a comparatively short cut, though,
even by this--over the western slopes of the Koh-i-taftan--he could
not hope to accomplish the march in less than seven days.
Very early in the morning Idu and I rode off on a couple of small
ponies provided by the former, and he assured me that it was only
a very special breed of pony that could hope to cope with the
difficulties of the nine hilly miles lying between us and the
meeting-place arranged with Allan and the car.
Idu was fully justified in his criticism of the track we had to
follow, for it grew steeper and narrower as we proceeded, until, at
last, we were negotiating a mere cleft in the hill, with our elbows
almost touching the rocky sides.
Suddenly, my pony, who had probably been deciding that he had had
enough of it, stopped dead, quivered all over and--sat down! Idu, who
was immediately in front, turned round to see what had happened, and
his pony promptly rolled backwards on the top of us.
I got clear as well as I could for laughing, helped Idu--who was very
badly shaken--to extricate himself from the ponies, and then, between
us, got the ponies out of the crevasse into which they had managed to
jam themselves. This took some time, and when we got them up we found
the poor beasts so frightened that we had to walk them the greater
part of the way.
At eleven o'clock, perspiring from every pore, we reached the
_rendezvous_ arranged, and to our great relief found Allan
waiting, stolid, imperturbable, reliable as ever, with the car in
spick-and-span order. Poor Allan little knew what he was in for. He
had, of course, seen nothing of our recent little campaign, as he had
remained at Robat during the past few weeks. He was, therefore, quite
delighted at the prospect of a little activity.
We gave our ponies to the camel sawars who had acted as guides to
Allan, with instructions to take them back to Kacha, so Idu and I
took our places, thankful to be in the car once more, and set off on
our journey South.
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