The Ruined Cities of ZululandWalmsley, Hugh Mulleneux
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The Ruined Cities of Zululand
Walmsley, Hugh Mulleneux
South Africa -- Description and travel; Zululand (South Africa)
"`Could you not join at once on receipt of this? Don't bring the Kaffir
Bride, we have impediments enough already. You will have command of the
old regiment, and we will gloriously revenge on these foul murderers the
butchery of our women and children. Don't hesitate an hour when this
reaches you.'
"`Ever sincerely yours,'
"`Frederick Curtis.'"
"Always the same," exclaimed Hughes. "He would have the command and
sure promotion, but he thinks of me rather than himself."
"And you will not hesitate a minute--no, not a second," cried Isabel,
the hot blood rushing to her face.
"Isabel!" said the soldier, in a voice which, despite all he could do,
trembled.
"You will avenge the savage butchery. Shall I, a daughter of sunny
Portugal, in whose veins flows the proud blood of Castille, bid you
stay?"
He held her out at arm's length, he gazed into her eyes, flashing with
pride and indignation.
"Go, Enrico. The steamer leaves to-morrow at daybreak. Go: and come
back to me covered with glory, as you will come."
"And if I return no more, Isabel?"
"Still go, Enrico; and lead your regiment in the thickest of the fray.
Tell them they fight for their wives and children; and when the murders
are avenged, when what remains of the helpless prisoners are safe, when
the flag of your country waves victorious in the land, come back to me,
or,"--and for the first time the flushed countenance paled and the voice
trembled--"or," she continued, "Enrico mio, I will come to you;" and,
bursting into tears, her beautiful head sunk on the soldier's breast, as
he clasped her fervently in his arms.
Volume 2, Chapter XII.
THE RELIEF OF CAWNPORE.
The news of the fearful outbreak in India had taken the English by
surprise. The dreadful atrocities of Cawnpore, the massacres
perpetrated by Nana Sahib, who had ever been looked upon as the
Englishman's friend, had carried a sense of woe and desolation to the
heart of the land, but the first numbing sense of sorrow had passed, and
many a gallant fellow was on his way to India to wipe out the stain,
which the revolt of her Sepoy army had cast upon the time-honoured
banner of England.
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