The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"Grant, James
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The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"
Grant, James
Adventure stories; British -- Foreign countries -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
Whichever way I turned, his cold smile seemed before me; but when I
reached the tent in which my brothers were confined, great was my
pleasure to find my favourite charger Zupi led up to the door by a
hussar, and I kissed and embraced my old friend, for we Mussulmen
deem the horse as the noblest of animals next to man; and the Koran
says, that the beasts which traverse earth and air are creatures like
ourselves--they are all written in the Book, and shall appear at the
last day; so when I die, I hope to take my faithful Zupi with me to
paradise, even as Ezra took his ass, after she had ceased to bray for
a hundred years.
Like myself, at the first proposition of taking service under the
abhorred emperor, my brothers were full of fierce scorn; but when I
had calmly placed my views before them, showing that we had no
alternative but military service, with its chances of escape on one
hand, and perpetual slavery, with its stripes on the other, they
condescended to accept the lieutenantcies of my troop; and the next
day--oh, may it be accursed!--saw us attired in the green uniform of
the Tenginski Hussars, and on parade with Menschikoff's division of
the Caucasian army.
In camp around us were bivouacked thousands of the Russian infantry
in their long great-coats and flat round caps; the Cossacks of the
Don with their fleet, rough, and active horses, and all armed with
long lances; the horse regiments of Tchernemorski glittering with
jewels and embroidery, and the Imperial Guard in their magnificent
uniform. Around us rang the clank of the armourer's anvil, the
springing of ramrods and fixing of flints; the limbering of artillery
and powder-waggons; the galloping of aides-de-camp; the hewing down
of palisades, and the plaiting up of fascines, all of which told us
of preparations making for the subjugation of our country, and we
were amid it all, attired in the Russian uniform!
At noon I sought the tent of Carlovitch.
"My colonel," said I, veiling my boiling hatred under a calm
exterior, as with a solemn salaam I raised a hand to the front of my
fur hussar cap; "you had a duty to propose to me?"
"Yes, my stubborn Tcherkesse; I am glad to find that you have so
easily learned the task of obedience, as without it an army sinks
into a rabble. Well, the duty is this. There is an old fellow at
Soudjack Kaleh, who for some time past has traded with the Tartars in
various ways, and latterly with Turks in salted fish and pretty
women, both of which commodities he exports largely to Stamboul, to
the ancient city of Trebizonde, and to Sinope."
My heart began to leap at these words.
"You mean Abdallah ibn Obba."
"The same; but you start--do you know him?"
"Intimately," said I; "and your purpose, O son of a slave!" I had
almost added.
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