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
Petrol was, at the moment, the most important of our needs; we had,
therefore, to carry with us all we should require, making allowance
at the same time for mishaps. Moreover, we had to take enough food
and water to last Allan, Allah-dad and myself for five or six days.
As regards personal luggage we travelled absolutely light, leaving
all kit to follow at a slower pace on camels, together with my horse,
Galahad. I had some compunction in leaving the latter behind, but my
orders were concise and urgent--to reach Robat, endeavour to get into
touch with all our scattered posts, and effect a combination against
the Raiders at the earliest possible moment.
A start was made very early in the morning, but the first day's
journey proved disappointing. Instead of doing the ninety miles
planned, we only accomplished thirty. The track was even worse than I
had expected, for we constantly ran into sand-hills, and had to dig
the car out. I have never done so much digging in my life as I did on
that journey to Robat. Sand-hills were, however, only a portion of
our afflictions, for, in addition, there were many water pools and
small shallow lakes--due to recent rain--which had to be taken at a
rush, or somehow circumvented.
So serious, at last, did our rate of progress become that, as we
approached what seemed to be the hundredth of these wide, shallow
pools, I lost patience and ordered Allan to drive straight through.
He attempted to carry out the order, but about half-way we sank up
to the axle and stuck. No power on earth would induce the car to
budge another inch, and, though we all three got out into the water,
and lugged, pushed and dragged at the wretched car, no impression
could be made upon her.
So we remained till, at last, about two a.m., I caught sight of a
light on a small hill not very far away in the west, and, on going
over to it, found a sort of recluse, or holy man, quietly cooking his
food. After the usual courtesies I asked him to come and help me to
pull my car out. He replied that he was an old man and could not do
much by himself, but that a caravan of nomads, who had arrived the
evening before, were encamped close by. So off I went again, flushed
my "quarry", and, with the help of large bribes, persuaded all the
able-bodied men to come back to the car. Fortunately we carried a
good strong rope as part of our kit, so soon had the car out and
running again.
Allan was never again ordered to drive through water on that route.
[Illustration: IN DIFFICULTIES BETWEEN NASARATABAD AND ROBAT.]
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