The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
They did so, but in vain. No person of that name or appearance was
known there.
Instead of being put into the comfortable barracks of Kasr-el-Nil in
the city, the Highland Brigade was kept in camp while October and
November crept on, and this time was not entirely a peaceable one;
for in the former month the Bedouins, who were greatly puzzled with
their garb, and conceived them to be the English soldiers' wives all
camped in one quarter, thought to make a dash there, and secure a few
'moon faces' to embellish their tents in the desert.
A body of them belonging to the band or tribe of Zeid-el-Ourdeh, the
sheikh of Jebel Dimeshk, a mountain range that lies north-eastward of
Grand Cairo, came swooping down upon the Highland lines with this
view, and a result which very much bewildered them, for the Scottish
forces turned out with rifles and fixed bayonets, and in a very few
minutes more than forty amorous Bedouins bit their native dust.
On several other occasions the spiteful natives amused themselves by
firing at a distance among the tents at random, and one evening a
bullet whistled through Allan's tent within an inch of his head, thus
necessitating some severe patrol duty.
It was while encamped here that he received Lady Aberfeldie's letter
explaining the apparently false position in which the villainy of
Holcroft--combined with his spite, avarice, and
desperation--contrived to place Olive Raymond.
'Look here, Evan,' said Allan, to his _fidus_ Achates, in a grumbling
tone, 'read this letter from the mater. I don't know what to think
of this strange story; but, without some other proofs, if she thinks
we are going to kiss again with tears as the poet has it, she is very
much mistaken. The mater says that Olive's own unruly heart has
perhaps made a shipwreck of her life, whatever that may mean. Poor
girl, what a fool she was not to confide more completely in me!'
In his tone tenderness was blended with bitterness and regret.
From this little speech Cameron was hopeful that all would come right
in the end; but a short time was given them to think or talk over the
matter, as both were hurriedly sent with a detachment consisting of
about half-a-company--Allan, of course, in command--to a place called
Matarieh, near Heliopolis, to take part there in a demonstration
against the prowling Bedouins among the mountain ranges that overlook
the desert traversed by the disused railway that ran from Cairo
towards the plain of Muggreh.
And for this place, which lies some miles north-east of Cairo, they
marched accordingly, taking with them provisions, ammunition, and
tents, for the modern village was a small one, situated among the
ruins of the ancient town, which was deserted far back as the days of
Strabo, and is now to be traced only in extensive mounds of earth and
a noble obelisk nearly seventy feet in height; and there disasters
occurred which Allan Graham was fated never to forget.
CHAPTER IV.
THE TELEGRAM.
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