Hira Singh : when India came to fight in Flanders by Talbot Mundy
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The coverings of the ship were shut tight, lest the waves descend among us. The stench became worse than any I had ever known, although I learned to know a worse one later; but I will speak of that at the proper time. It seemed to us like a poor beginning and that thought put little heart in us. But the sickness began to lessen after certain days, and as the movements grew easier the horses were able to stand. Then we became hungry, who had thought we would never wish to eat again, and double rations were served out to compensate for days when we had eaten nothing. Then a few men sought the air, and others--I among them-- went out of curiosity to see why the first did not return. So, first by dozens and then by hundreds, we went and stood full of wonder, holding to the bulwark for the sake of steadiness. It may be, sahib, that if I had the tongue of a woman and of a priest and of an advocate--three tongues in one--I might then tell the half of what there was to wonder at on that long journey. Surely not otherwise. Being a soldier, well trained in all subjects becoming to a horseman but slow of speech, I can not tell the hundredth part. We--who had thought ourselves alone in all the sea--were but one ship among a number. The ships proceeded after this manner--see, I draw a pattern--with foam boiling about each. Ahead of us were many ships bearing British troops--cavalry, infantry and guns. To our right and left and behind us were Sikh, Gurkha, Dogra, Pathan, Punjabi, Rajput--many, many men, on many ships. Two and thirty ships I counted at one time, and there was the smoke of others over the |
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