World War I
A Sikh who must have stood about six feet without his turban--and only imagination knows how stately he was with it--loomed out of the violet mist of an Indian morning and scrutinized me with calm brown eyes. His khaki uniform, like two of the medal ribbons on his breast, was...
A Sikh who must have stood about six feet without his turban--and only imagination knows how stately he was with it--loomed out of the violet mist of an Indian morning and scrut...
2. Chapter 2Many a league our infantry advanced that night, the guns following, getting the new range by a miracle each time they took new ground. We went forward, too, at the cost of many...
3. Chapter 3You may well imagine, sahib, in the huts that night there was noise as of bees about to swarm. No man slept. Men flitted like ghosts from hut to hut--not too openly, nor without...
4. Chapter 4Stamboul was disillusionment--a city of rain and plagues and stinks! The food in barracks was maggoty. We breathed foul air and yearned for the streets; yet, once in the streets...
5. Chapter 5That dawn, sahib, instead of lessening, the rainstorm grew into a deluge that saved us from being seen. As I led my twenty men forward I looked back a time or two, and once I co...
6. Chapter 6Well, sahib, Abraham caught up with us on the evening of the third day after leaving with that letter to the Germans in Angora, having ridden moderately to spare his horse. He s...
7. Chapter 7Did the sahib ever chance to hear that Persian proverb--"DUZD NE GIRIFTAH PADSHAH AST"? No? It means "The uncaught thief is king." Ho! but thenceforward that was a campaign that...
8. Chapter 8Well, sahib, our journey was not nearly at an end, but my tale is; I can finish it by sundown. After that fight there was no more doubt of us; we were one again--one in our fait...