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
Her pure, fair, beautiful form was wrapped in a horse-rug, and buried
by the rough hands of Cossack pioneers, at the foot of a rock on the
left bank of the Kuban.
The grave of my love lay but a pistol shot distant from the tent of
her destroyer; yet his iron heart never smote him, and never
reproached him with his cruelty; he smoked, he drank the wine of the
Tcherkesses, and played at cards and chess, and with his brother
officers sang as merrily as ever, and no more regarded the death he
had caused and the misery he had wrought, than the ashes of his last
cigar.
Where then was I?
Forced to lead my troop against my own people, and watched by a
chosen few of my own soldiers, I had been sent towards Azov in
pursuit of fugitive Circassians. One whom we had tracked the
livelong day, riding over steep mountains, through pathless forests
and deep rivers, was taken at nightfall by his horse falling under
him. He was brought in, exhausted with fatigue and faint with
hunger, covered with blood, with scars, brambles, and heavily
fettered. The poor fugitive we had pursued so long, and taken at
last, proved to be my brother Selim, who had failed to reach the camp
of our confederated princes, and had wandered long on the Russian
side of Mount Shapsucka.
I was filled with new dismay. It seemed that I required but this to
complete my misery. I rent my beard, and threw myself on the ground;
I cursed myself and Ivan Carlovitch in the same breath, and daringly
upbraided the Prophet with injustice to a Mussulman so devout as I.
Poor Selim heard my words with terror. He raised me from the ground;
he kissed me on both cheeks, and besought me to be composed, and then
we were separated. I had to continue my march towards the shores of
the sea of Azov, while Selim, the miserable Selim, was dragged before
Carlovitch, who tried him as a deserter, had him degraded, and his
sword and commission trodden under foot; after which he was sentenced
to die--to die under the knout--"a terror to other Tcherkesses who
trifled with the service of their beneficent lord and father the
emperor."
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