VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the CrimeaMurray, David Christie
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VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea
Murray, David Christie
Fiction
But though the motives which inspired him were very wildly mixed and
very uncertain in their origin, there is no doubt whatever as to the
deed to which amongst themselves they inspired him that Christmas
morning. The Malakoff belched hell. The flying crowds hustled him and
threw him twice or thrice. But he was on his feet again, racing towards
that prone figure. He dropped into the front trench and trod upon
a wounded man who screamed beneath his heel, and climbed out on the
further side. The air was musical with hooting shell and singing shot
and hissing bullet as if a whole diabolic orchestra were fiddling and
bugling. Polson found the fallen body of his foe, and hugged it in
his arms, and raced back as hard as he could tear. He tumbled into the
trench of the first parallel almost anyhow; but he gripped the man he
hated, and in his soul was a great rejoicing. He tore up the opposite
side, and came out upon the open slope again, with the unconscious man
still in his arms.
‘You’ll ruin me, you devil!’ said Polson, as he ran breathlessly with
the wind of shot and shell in his ears. ‘And I’m to report myself to you
to-morrow, am I? We may report ourselves to Almighty God together, but
_you_ are safe for the minute, I guess.’
He was within a yard of his own post when these mad exaltations of an
excited fancy crossed his mind, and at that instant a musket shot took
him in the neck and he fell with his burden into the trench before him.
CHAPTER XI
We swoop, as it were, to the skies, and we drop, as it were, to the very
sea bed, and we are seasick to the souls of us, one and all; and of
the five hundred men the staunch boat carries, there are a round four
hundred and fifty wounded, and a round four hundred who will never see
the skies with conscious eyes again. We are bound for Scutari, where
an enlightened intelligence, awakened at last to some beginning of
elementary necessity, has established a hospital; for Government,
as usual in such matters, after five hundred years of more or less
victorious prowling to and fro in the world and more of gathered
experience than any other body of men ever had in the history of the
world, has positively made up its mind to shelter broken bones and sick
bodies from the mere inclemencies of the weather.
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