The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West Frontier

The Sirdar's Oath: A Tale of the North-West Frontier

The latter, though clad in the frock-coat of European civilisation, was obviously an Oriental. He was a man of fine presence, tall and dignified, handsome in the aquiline-featured type, and wearing a full beard just turning grey. Hence it will be seen that his resemblance to the world-famed President was so striking as to commend itself at once to the understanding of his molesters. It was night, and the flare of the street lamps, together with a few impromptu illuminations, lit up the surging, tossing, roaring multitude, which filled to packing point the whole space in front of the Mansion House, each unit of the same bent on shouting himself or herself hoarse; for the tidings of the relief of Mafeking had just been received, and the inauguration of the public delirium was already in full swing. Hats and caps flew in the air by showers, the wearers of silk hats not hesitating to hurl on high their normally cherished and protected headgear, those who did so hesitate being speedily relieved of all responsibility on that point by their obliging neighbours, to the accompaniment of such shouts as Ooroar for B.P. Good old B.P., while the strains of Soldiers of the Queen rose in leathern-lunged rivalry with those of The Absent-minded Beggarsave when, in staccato volleyings of varied timelessness and tunelessness, those of Rule Britannia availed to swamp both. Thus the multitude rejoiced, characteristically, therefore, for the most part, roughly. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 36605
Author: Mitford, Bertram
Release Date: Jul 3, 2011
Format: eBook
Language: English