The Tremendous Adventures of Major GahaganThackeray, William Makepeace
History
The Tremendous Adventures of Major Gahagan
Thackeray, William Makepeace
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
As I had expected, the remaining ruffians fled on seeing their leader’s
fate. I took home his helmet by way of curiosity, and we made a single
prisoner, who was instantly carried before old Jowler.
We asked the prisoner the name of the leader of the troop: he said it
was Chowder Loll.
“Chowder Loll!” shrieked Colonel Jowler. “O Fate! thy hand is here!” He
rushed wildly into his tent—the next day applied for leave of absence.
Gutch took the command of the regiment, and I saw him no more for some
time.
As I had distinguished myself not a little during the war, General Lake
sent me up with despatches to Calcutta, where Lord Wellesley received
me with the greatest distinction. Fancy my surprise, on going to a ball
at Government House, to meet my old friend Jowler; my trembling,
blushing, thrilling delight, when I saw Julia by his side!
Jowler seemed to blush too when he beheld me. I thought of my former
passages with his daughter. “Gagy my boy,” says he, shaking hands,
“glad to see you. Old friend, Julia—come to tiffin— Hodgson’s
pale—brave fellow Gagy.” Julia did not speak, but she turned ashy pale,
and fixed upon me her awful eyes! I fainted almost, and uttered some
incoherent words. Julia took my hand, gazed at me still, and said,
“Come!” Need I say I went?
I will not go over the pale ale and currie-bhaut again! but this I
know, that in half-an-hour I was as much in love as I ever had been:
and that in three weeks I—yes, I—was the accepted lover of Julia! I did
not pause to ask where were the one hundred and twenty-four offers? why
I, refused before, should be accepted now? I only felt that I loved
her, and was happy!
One night, one memorable night, I could not sleep, and, with a lover’s
pardonable passion, wandered solitary through the City of Palaces until
I came to the house which contained my Julia. I peeped into the
compound—all was still; I looked into the verandah—all was dark, except
a light—yes, one light—and it was in Julia’s chamber! My heart throbbed
almost to stifling. I would—I _would_ advance, if but to gaze upon her
for a moment, and to bless her as she slept. I _did_ look, I _did_
advance; and, O Heaven! I saw a lamp burning, Mrs. Jow. in a
night-dress, with a very dark baby in her arms, and Julia looking
tenderly at an ayah, who was nursing another.
“Oh, Mamma,” said Julia, “what would that fool Gahagan say if he knew
all?”
“_He does know all!_” shouted I, springing forward, and tearing down
the tatties from the window. Mrs. Jow. ran shrieking out of the room,
Julia fainted, the cursed black children squalled, and their d-d nurse
fell on her knees, gabbling some infernal jargon of Hindustanee. Old
Jowler at this juncture entered with a candle and a drawn sword.
“Liar! scoundrel! deceiver!” shouted I. “Turn, ruffian, and defend
yourself!” But old Jowler, when he saw me, only whistled, looked at his
lifeless daughter, and slowly left the room.
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