The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west FrontierStrang, Herbert
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The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west Frontier
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Airplanes -- Juvenile fiction; British -- India -- Juvenile fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Juvenile fiction
Talking thus, Mr. Appleton interested and amused the boys for an hour or
two until it was time to turn in. The night was cold; but snuggled
under thick blankets they slept like tops, and did not waken until the
khansaman entered with water for their morning tub.
At breakfast Mr. Appleton announced that his first business for the day
was the holding of a durbar to enquire into the scuffle of the night
before.
"My discipline is as easy as possible," he said; "there are few rules,
but I see that they are obeyed. The men represent some of the most
unruly tribes of the frontier, but they know I mean what I say, and on
the whole I’ve had very little trouble with them. Of course they get
good pay; that’s the first condition of good work and contentment."
"The second is good holidays," said Lawrence with a smile.
"Ah, you’ve just left school!" said his uncle. "But the men haven’t
anything to complain of on that score. They get holidays all the
winter. We stop work for four or five months. What with snowstorms and
the river frozen hard we could scarcely exist here in the winter months,
so the men go off to their homes and no doubt play the heavy swell among
their people, and I betake myself to Bokhara, or pay a round of visits
among my Chinese friends, or go on a hunting trip, returning in the
spring. But there’s the bugle; come and see me in my part of unpaid
magistrate. Then I’ll take you over the place."
On leaving the house, the boys saw a number of men filing through the
gate between two ranks of tall bearded Sikhs armed with rifles. Those
who came first were of the Mongolian type, with broad, flat, yellowish
faces, wide noses and narrow eyes. What little clothing they wore was
ragged and stained a deep indigo blue. These men, numbering about
eighty, formed a group on the left-hand side. After them entered more
than a score of swarthy black-haired fellows of more symmetrical shape
and more powerful physique, their features more sharply cut, some of
them having almost a Jewish cast of countenance. Their garments were
marked with streaks and stains of yellowish-green. Mr. Appleton
explained that they were for the most part Pathans from the Afghan
border; but they included also several Punjabis, a couple of Baluchis,
three or four Chitralis, and a sprinkling of men of Hunza and Nagar.
They formed up on the right-hand side.
At the door of an outhouse on the same side stood a very fat man whom
the boys easily recognized as the Bengali storekeeper. His podgy olive
cheeks were almost concealed by a bushy growth of black hair, and the
loose white garment he wore, encircled with a sash of brilliant red,
emphasised the vast unwieldiness of his bulk.
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