The Lost ContinentHyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright
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The Lost Continent
Hyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright
Atlantis (Legendary place) -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Lost continents -- Fiction; Science fiction
Now it would be tedious to tell how with a handful of highly trained
fighting men, I charged and recharged, and finally broke up that horde
of rebels which outnumbered us by fifteen times. It must be remembered
that they grew suddenly panic-stricken in finding that of all those
who went in under the city walls by the mine on which they had set such
great store, none came back, and that the sounds of panic which had
first broken out within the city soon gave way to cries of triumph and
joy. And it must be carried in memory also that these wretched rebels
were without training worthy of the name, were for the most part
weaponed very vilely, and, seeing that their silly principles made each
the equal of his neighbour, were practically without heads or leaders
also.
So when the panic began, it spread like a malignant murrain through all
their ragged ranks, and there were none to rally the flying, none to
direct those of more desperate bravery who stayed and fought.
My scheme of attack was simple. I hunted them without a halt. I and my
fellows never stopped to play the defensive. We turned one flank, and
charged through a centre, and then we were harrying the other flank,
and once more hacking our passage through the solid mass. And so by
constantly keeping them on the run, and in ignorance of whence would
come the next attack, panic began to grow amongst them and ferment, till
presently those in the outer lines commenced to scurry away towards
the forests and the spoiled corn-lands of the country, and those in the
inner packs were only wishful of a chance to follow them.
It was no feat of arms this breaking up of the rebel leaguer, and no
practised soldier would wish to claim it as such. It was simply taking
advantage of the chances of the moment, and as such it was successful.
Given an open battle on their own ground, these desperate rebels would
have fought till none could stand, and by sheer ferocious numbers
would have pulled down any trained troops that the city could have sent
against them, whether they had advanced in phalanx or what formation
you will. For it must be remembered they were far removed from cowards,
being Atlantean all, just as were those within the city, and were,
moreover, spurred to extraordinary savageness and desperation by the
oppression under which they had groaned, and the wrongs they had been
forced to endure.
Still, as I say, the poor creatures were scattered, and the siege was
raised from that moment, and it was plain to see that the rebellion
might be made to end, if no unreasonable harshness was used for its
final suppression. Too great severity, though perhaps it may be justly
their portion, only drives such malcontents to further desperations.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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