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
We could soon ride the wildest Arab steeds, and gallop them without
bridle or saddle along giddy rocks, and through the untrodden forest.
None surpassed us in the use of the sabre, the poniard, or the
pistol; few equalled Selim in handling the heavy Albanian musket;
while Karolyi was matchless in the use of the Circassian sling; and
in my hands, the bow was as unerring as the best Frankish rifle. I
was older than my brave brothers by a few years, and thus became, in
somewise, their preceptor. We were poor, but ardent and full of
enthusiasm; we worked, begged, and bartered--we were never satisfied
until each of us was possessor of a fleet and active barb, a bright
steel coat of mail; a helmet of tempered iron, such as our warriors
wear, and which covers all the face, except the eyes and nose; a
curved sabre of keen Damascus steel; an Albanian musket; breast cases
to receive our cartridges; a sharp Circassian dagger, and a Tartar
bow: and when thus accoutred, our hearts would swell with fierce
emotion, as we reined up our steeds upon the hills above Anapa, and
shook our lances in defiance at the Russian steamers and frigates in
the Euxine, while we longed for the time when the war-cry of Islam
would ring among the hills, and we should behold the Sangiac Sheerif,
the green banner of our confederated princes, with its three golden
arrows and twelve white stars, unfurled against the barbarous Emperor
Nicholas Romanoff.
We loved each other strongly, dearly, and devotedly, my two brothers
and I, for we were alone in the world, the last of all our race.
Being the eldest, they frequently importuned me to marry, that I
might have children, and perpetuate our family; but I told them to
remember that it was the custom of our people for a prince to wed the
daughter of a prince; a noble to wed the daughter of a noble; a tocar
to wed the daughter of a tocar; and the poor serf to wed the daughter
of a serf. That I was neither prince nor tocar, noble nor serf, and
could not marry, being too poor to wed one in the rank of my father,
and too proud to stoop to a maiden beneath it. "Besides," I told
them, "we have other duties to perform than espousing wives, which
are ever a barrier to freedom of thought in peace, and bravery of
action in war; for the blessed Prophet said, that wives and children
were barriers to the performance of great deeds. God knoweth all
things, and will direct the heart of Osman. I will not marry yet
awhile, my brothers; for it is written that marriage disturbs a man
from his duty--the wedded care for the things of this world, even as
the unwedded care for those of heaven; and so we must watch and pray
for our country, to defend her from the infidel Russians, who, like
accursed locusts, blacken all the shores of the Kuban." Then my
brothers Selim and Karolyi kissed me on both cheeks, applauding my
resolution; and once more we shook our gauntletted hands in fierce
menace towards the ramparts of Anapa.
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