Scenes in a Soldier's Life: Being a Connected Narrative of the Principal Military Events in Scinde, Beeloochistan, and Affghanistan, During 1839, 1840, 1841, 1842, and 1843: Under Generals Lord Keane, Brooks, Sir R. Sale, Wiltshire, Pollock, Nott, England, M'Caskill, and Sir C. Napier

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Страница 152 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 174 - And he sent forth a dove from him, to see if the waters were abated from off the face of the ground; but the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot, and she returned unto him to the ark, for the waters were on the face of the whole earth ; and he put forth his hand, and took her, and brought her in unto him into the ark.
Страница 1 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Страница 152 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 1 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven.
Страница 356 - When war's declared and danger's nigh " God and the soldier " is the people's cry, When peace is once more made and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.
Страница 91 - If Heaven had but assign'd us To live and die in scenes like this, With some we've left behind us ! As travellers oft look back at eve When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave Still faint behind them glowing, — So, when the close of pleasure's day To gloom hath near consign'd us, We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that's left behind us.
Страница 145 - ... enemy's cavalry still continued to retire before us, at intervals, and very slowly. By the time that we had come within musket range, they perceived that their object had been attained ; their remaining infantry had gained the Pass, and they immediately faced about and fled with the rapidity of a rout, leaving their camp equipage entire, and a large quantity of treasure. It was, however, not without vexation that we beheld the majority of the enemy we had taken so much pains to get at, thus scampering...
Страница 62 - ... of the water : we had still a considerable distance to march ere we could arrive at the road, — no not road, track — which led to our destined object. No difficulty must daunt a soldier ; no obstacle must prevent his onward progress, if there be the most remote prospect of success. And therefore, thus stranded in the middle of a swamp, we had no alternative but to attempt to wade through the saturated mud.
Страница 114 - The camp appears as one blaze of fire from the darkness of the night, and bushes of piles of brushwood collected, being fired to give light to enable the packing and loading to be carried on ; and should you stray a dozen yards perchance it will take you half an hour to find your place again. And I have often seen, from the dream of the sleeper to the movement off the ground of more than 20,000 souls and cattle, not more than half an hour elapse. Long ere day dawns, all are again on the march ; the...