describes some of osman digna’s eccentricities and other matters.
one day miles and his friend armstrong went to have a ramble in the town of suakim, and were proceeding through the bazaar when they encountered simkin hurrying towards them with a much too serious expression on his face!
“have you heard the n–news?” he asked, on coming up.
“no; what’s up?”
“the old shep–shepherd’s bin killed; all the c–cattle c–captured, an’ the egyptian c–cavalry’s bin sent out after them.”
“nonsense! you’re dreaming, or you’ve bin drinking,” said miles.
“neither dreamin’ nor drinkin’,” returned simkin, with indignation, as he suddenly delivered a blow at our hero’s face. miles stopped it, however, gave him a playful punch in the chest, and passed on.
at first simkin seemed inclined to resent this, but, while he swayed about in frowning indecision, his comrades left him; shaking his head, therefore, with intense gravity, he walked away muttering, “not a bad fellow miles, after all, if he w–wasn’t so fond o’ the b–bottle!”
miles was at the same moment making the same remark to his friend in reference to simkin, and with greater truth.
“but i don’t wonder that the men who drink go in for it harder than ever here,” continued miles. “there is such hard work, and constant exposure, and so little recreation of any sort. yet it is a pity that men should give way to it, for too many of our comrades are on the sick-list because of it, and some under the sod.”
“it is far more than a pity,” returned armstrong, with unwonted energy. “drink with its attendant evils is one of the great curses of the army. i have been told, and i can well believe it, that drink causes more loss to an army than war, the dangers of foreign service, and unhealthy climates, all put together.”
“that’s a strong statement, willie, and would need to be founded on good authority. who told you?”
“our new parson told me, and he is in my opinion a good authority, because he is a christian, if ever a man was; and he is an elderly man, besides being uncommonly clever and well informed. he told us a great many strong facts at the temperance meeting we held last night. i wish you had been there, miles. it would have warmed your heart, i think.”
“have you joined them, willie?”
“yes, i have; and, god helping me, i mean to stick by them!”
“i would have gone to the meeting myself,” said miles thoughtfully, “if i had been asked.”
“strange,” returned armstrong, “that sergeant hardy said to me he thought of asking you to accompany us, but had an idea that you wouldn’t care to go. now, just look at that lot there beside the grog-shop door. what a commentary on the evils of drink!”
the lot to which he referred consisted of a group of miserable loungers in filthy garments and fez-caps, who, in monkey-like excitement, or solemn stupidity, stood squabbling in front of one of the many greek drinking-shops with which the town was cursed.
passing by at the moment, with the stately contempt engendered by a splendid physique and a red coat, strode a trooper—one of the defenders of the town. his gait was steady enough, but there was that unmistakable something in the expression of his face which told that he was in the grip of the same fiend that had captured the men round the grog-shop door. he was well-known to both armstrong and miles.
“hallo! johnson,” cried the latter. “is there any truth in the—”
he stopped, and looked steadily in the trooper’s eyes without speaking.
“oh yes, i know what you mean,” said johnson, with a reckless air. “i know that i’m drunk.”
“i wouldn’t say exactly that of you,” returned miles; “but—”
“well, well, i say it of myself,” continued the trooper. “it’s no use humbuggin’ about it. i’m swimmin’ wi’ the current. goin’ to the dogs like a runaway locomotive. of course i see well enough that men like sergeant hardy, an’ stevenson of the marines, who have been temperance men all their lives, enjoy good health—would to god i was like ’em! and i know that drinkers are dyin’ off like sheep, but that makes it all the worse for me, for, to tell you the honest truth, boys—an’ i don’t care who knows it—i can’t leave off drinkin’. it’s killin’ me by inches. i know, likewise, that all the old hard drinkers here are soon sent home ruined for life—such of ’em at least as don’t leave their miserable bones in the sand, and i know that i’m on the road to destruction, but i can’t—i won’t give it up!”
“ha! johnson,” said armstrong, “these are the very words quoted by the new parson at the temperance meetin’ last night—an’ he’s a splendid fellow with his tongue. ‘hard drinker,’ says he, ‘you are humbuggin’ yourself. you say you can’t give up the drink. the real truth is, my man, that you won’t give it up. if only i could persuade you, in god’s strength, to say “i will,” you’d soon come all right.’ now, johnson, if you’ll come with me to the next meetin’—”
“what! me go to a temperance meetin’?” cried the trooper with something of scorn in his laugh. “you might as well ask the devil to go to church! no, no, armstrong, i’m past prayin’ for—thank you all the same for invitin’ me. but what was you askin’ about news bein’ true? what news?”
“why, that the old shepherd has been killed, and all our cattle are captured, and the egyptian cavalry sent after them.”
“you don’t say so!” cried the trooper, with the air of a man who suddenly shakes off a heavy burden. “if that’s so, they’ll be wantin’ us also, no doubt.”
without another word he turned and strode away as fast as his long legs could carry him.
although there might possibly be a call for infantry to follow, miles and his friend did not see that it was needful to make for their fort at more than their ordinary pace.
it was a curious and crowded scene they had to traverse. besides the grog-shops already mentioned there were numerous coffee-houses, where, from diminutive cups, natives of temperate habits slaked their thirst and discussed the news—of which, by the way, there was no lack at the time; for, besides the activity of osman digna and his hordes, there were frequent arrivals of mails, and sometimes of reinforcements, from lower egypt. in the side-streets were many smithies, where lance-heads and knives were being forged by men who had not the most distant belief that such weapons would ever be turned into pruning-hooks. there were also workers in leather, who sewed up passages of the koran in leathern cases and sold them as amulets to be worn on necks and arms. elsewhere, hairdressers were busy greasing and powdering with the dust of red-wood the bushy locks of hadendoa dandies. in short, all the activities of eastern city life were being carried on as energetically as if the place were in perfect security, though the only bulwark that preserved it, hour by hour, from being swept by the innumerable hordes of soudan savagery, consisted of a few hundreds of british and egyptian soldiers!
arrived at the sphinx fort, the friends found that the news was only too true.
the stolen cattle belonged to the people of suakim. every morning at six o’clock it was the custom of the shepherds to go out with their herds and flocks to graze, there being no forage in or near the town. all had to be back by sunset, when the gates were locked, and no one was allowed out or in till six the next morning. the women, who carried all the water used in the waterless town, had of course to conform to the same rule. like most men who are constantly exposed to danger, the shepherds became careless or foolhardy, and wandered rather far with their herds. osman was too astute to neglect his opportunities. on this occasion an old shepherd, who was well-known at sphinx redoubt, had strayed too far. the soudanese swept down, cut off his retreat, killed him, and, as we have said, carried off his cattle.
it was to retrieve, if possible, or avenge this disaster that the egyptian cavalry sallied forth. they were seen galloping after the foe when miles reached the roof of the redoubt, where some of his comrades were on duty, while captain lacey and several officers were looking on with field-glasses.
“they are too late, i fear, to do much good,” remarked one of the officers.
“don’t i wish i was goin’ wid them!” whispered corporal flynn to a comrade.
“ye wad be a queer objec’ on the ootside o’ a horse,” remarked macleod cynically.
“why, mac, ye wouldn’t have me go inside of a horse, would ye?”
“it wad be much the same which way ye went,” returned the scot.
“ah, thin, the horse wouldn’t think so, unless he was a donkey!”
“well done!” exclaimed captain lacey at that moment, as the cavalry cut off and succeeded in recapturing a few of the cattle, and gave the enemy several volleys, which caused them to beat a hasty retreat. this, however, turned out to be a ruse on the part of osman, who had his men concealed in strong force there. he tried to draw the cavalry away from suakim, and was very nearly successful. in the ardour of pursuit the egyptians failed to observe that the soudanese were creeping round their rear to cut off retreat. on discovering their mistake, and finding that their small force of two hundred men was being surrounded by thousands of arab warriors, it was almost too late. turning at once, they galloped back, and could be seen, through the field-glasses, turning now and then gallantly to engage the pursuing foe.
no help could be rendered them at first, as they were beyond the range of all the forts; nevertheless, they got in safely, with little injury to man or beast, and driving before them the animals that had been recovered.
next day the body of the poor old shepherd was brought in and buried, without a coffin, by his relations.
miles, being off duty at the time, went to see the funeral, and found that eastern and western ideas on this point, as on many others, are wide as the poles asunder. no doubt the grief of the near relations was as real as it was demonstrative, but it required more credulity than he possessed to enable him to believe that the howling, shouting, and singing of many mourners was indicative of genuine feeling. the creation of noise, indeed, seemed to be their chief method of paying respect to the dead.
as deaths in suakim were very numerous at this time, owing to much sickness among natives as well as troops, the sounds of mourning, whether by volley or voice, became so frequent that orders were at last given to cease firing over the soldiers’ graves when they were buried.
just ahead of the shepherd’s body came some poor women, who were weeping, falling down at intervals, and kissing the ground. on reaching the wall round the land side of the town these women stopped, formed a circle, and kneeled on the sand while the body was passing them, then they leaned forward and kissed the ground, continuing in that position till all the procession had passed. there the women remained, not being allowed to go to the grave, and the singing and shouting were continued by boys, who kept running round the bier as it was borne along. on reaching the grave the body was put in with the face toward the east, and covered up with stones and mortar. then the grave was filled up with sand, a brief prayer was offered—the mourners kneeling—after which the people went home.
sad thoughts filled the mind of our young soldier as he returned to the fort, but the sadness was soon turned to indignation when he got there.
for some time past a soudanese youth of about seventeen or eighteen years of age had been coming about the sphinx redoubt and ingratiating himself with the men, who took a great fancy to him, because he was amiable in disposition, somewhat humorous as well as lively, and handsome, though black! they used to give him something to eat every time he came, and made quite a pet of him. one day while he was out in the open country, osman’s men captured this youth and took him at once before their leader, who, probably regarding him as a deserter, ordered both his hands to be cut off close to the wrists. the cruel deed was done, and the poor lad was sent back to suakim. it was this that roused the wrath of miles as well as that of his comrades. when they saw the raw stumps and the haggard look of the poor fellow, who had suffered much from loss of blood, they got into a state of mind that would have made them ready to sally forth, if so required, and assault the entire soudan in arms!
“och! av i only had ’im here,” said flynn, clenching his teeth and fists at the same time. “it’s—it’s—it’s—”
“mince-meat you’d make of him,” said moses.
“no—it’s cat’s mate—the baste!”
the others were equally angry, though not quite so emphatic, but they did not waste their time in useless regrets. they hurried the young soudanese to the doctor, who carefully dressed his wounds, and every care was thereafter taken of him by the men, until completely restored to health.
it may interest the reader to know that this poor fellow was afterwards well looked after. some sort of employment in the garrison was obtained for him, and he was found to be a useful and willing servant, despite the absence of his hands.
that night a furious sand-storm burst upon the town, accompanied by oppressive heat.
“it always seems to me,” said miles to gaspard redgrave, who lay next him, “that mosquitoes and sand-flies, cats and dogs, and in fact the whole brute creation, becomes more lively when the weather is unusually hot. just listen to these cats!”
“like a colony of small children being murdered,” said gaspard.
“it’s awfu’,” observed saunders, in a kind of solemn astonishment as a frightful caterwaul burst upon their ears. “i wadna like to hear teegers in the same state o’ mind.”
“or elephants,” murmured moses pyne, who was more than half asleep.
the cats were indeed a great nuisance, for, not satisfied with getting on the flat roofs of the houses at nights, and keeping up a species of war-dance there, they invaded the soldiers’ quarters, upsetting things in the dark—thus demonstrating the absurdity of the proverb that cats see best in the dark—stealing whatever they could lay hold of, and inducing half-slumbering men to fling boots and shoes, or whatever came most handy, at them.
rats also were innumerable, and, to the great surprise—not to say indignation—of the men, neither dogs nor cats paid the least attention to the rats!
after a time the storm, both of animate and inanimate nature, began to abate, and the weary overworked soldiers were dropping off to sleep when a tremendous explosion effectually roused them.
“there goes another mine!” cried armstrong, starting up.
“it don’t require a prophet to tell us that,” growled gaspard, as he yawned and slowly picked up his rifle.
explosions were of quite common occurrence at that time, but had to be attended to nevertheless.
that osman had taken advantage of the very dark night to make an earlier attack than usual was evident, for shots were fired immediately after the explosion occurred, as usual. these were replied to, but the effect of the explosion, it was supposed, must have been unusually severe, for the enemy withdrew after exchanging only a few shots.
this surmise was afterwards proved to be correct. on going to the spot the following morning, they found that at least a dozen of their foes must have been blown up, for legs and arms and other human remains were picked up in all directions. these the soldiers gathered, with the aid of the friendly natives, and burned.
no attack was made for four days after that, but then the untiring enemy became as troublesome as ever.
spies afterwards said that when osman heard of this incident, and of the number of men killed, he said, “it served them right. they had no business to go touching things that did not belong to them!”
