at each village through which william gale and his escort passed, the inhabitants turned out, and hooted and yelled at the prisoner; and it was with the greatest difficulty that the chief protected him from personal violence. william himself was scarce conscious of what was passing. the swinging action of the camel added to his great weakness, and he would not have been able to keep his seat on its back, had not his captors fastened him with ropes to the saddle. although the snow had only just melted on the shatur-gardan pass, in the valleys below the heat of the sun was already great and, often as it poured down upon him, he lapsed into a state of semi-consciousness; and drowsily fancied that he was again in his canoe, tossing on the tiny waves, in the shelter of the reef.
on the sixth day after the start, a shout from his guard aroused him, as they emerged from a steep ascent amongst some hills. before him an undulating ground, dotted with villages, stretched for three or four miles. at the foot of some steep hills, to the left of a wide valley, was a large walled town which he knew to be cabul. on the hillside above it was a strong building: half fort, half palace. this was the bala-hissar, the abode of the ameer, and the fortress of cabul. in addition to the king's residence it contained barracks, store houses, magazines, and many residences. towards this the cavalcade made its way.
they halted two miles from the town, and the chief sent his son forward to the ameer, to inform him that he had brought in an english prisoner; and to request that an escort might be sent out, lest he should be killed by the people on approaching the town. an hour after the man had left, a troop of cavalry sallied out from the gate of the bala-hissar, and rode rapidly to the spot where the party had halted. surrounding the camel on which william gale was mounted, they conducted it to the fortress.
illustration: william gale in the hands of the afghans.
when he was lifted down from his camel, will was unable to stand. fever had set in again, and he was conveyed to an apartment in a house near the royal residence. the ameer was already negotiating with the british, and orders were consequently given that the prisoner should receive every attention. the king's own doctor was ordered to attend him, and two attendants were told off to take charge of him. the old chief received a recompense, for the care which he had taken of the prisoner, which fully answered to his expectations; and he returned home well satisfied with the success of his policy.
for weeks, will lay between life and death; and he was a mere skeleton when, two months after his arrival, he was able for the first time to sit up at the window, and look across the valley. very gradually, he recovered strength. he was well supplied with food, and especially enjoyed the delicious fruits for which cabul is celebrated.
his attendants were a old man and his son, the latter a lad of some fifteen years of age. the father did his duty, because ordered to do so; but his scowling face often showed the hatred which he felt of the kaffir. the lad, however, took kindly to his patient. he it was who for hours together would, while will was at his worst, sit by his bedside, constantly changing the wet cloths wrapped round his head, and sometimes squeezing a few drops of the refreshing juice of some fruit between his parched lips; and as his patient turned the corner and became slowly convalescent, his pleasure over the life he had saved, by his care, was very great.
like most soldiers in the expeditionary force, will had picked up a few words of afghan; and had greatly increased his stock, during the time he lay in the hut in the mountains. alone now all day with the boy, with nothing to do but to look out on the town below, and the wide valley beyond, he made rapid progress; and was, by the time he was strong enough to walk alone across the room, able to hold some sort of conversation with his friend--for so he had come to regard his devoted attendant.
one morning the boy came into the room in a state of great excitement.
"english officers are coming," he said, "with soldiers."
"but i thought it was peace," will exclaimed, delighted. "you told me peace had been signed, at gundamuk, two months ago."
"yes, it is peace," the boy said. "the officers are coming in friendship, to be here with the ameer."
will was greatly moved at the news. when he had heard, six weeks before, that peace was signed, he had begun to hope that, some day or other, he should again be able to return to india; but the news, that some of his countrymen were close at hand, almost overcame him.
the next day, which was the 24th of july--although will had lost all account of time--he saw vast numbers of people out on the plain; and presently, far away, he beheld a large body of horsemen. these, the lad told him, were the ameer and his bodyguard, accompanied by the english officers. cannon were fired in salute, and the garrison of the bala-hissar stood to their arms and, presently, will saw a cavalcade riding up from the gate of the fortress. first came some afghan cavalry; then rode a tall and stately man, whom the boy told him was the ameer. but will had no eyes for him. all his thoughts were centered on the white officer who rode beside him: major sir lewis cavagnari, the english envoy. behind, among the chiefs of the ameer's suite, rode two or three other english officers; and then came a detachment of some twenty-five cavalry, and fifty infantry of the guides, a frontier force consisting of picked men.
as they passed near his window, will stood up with his hand to his forehead, in salute. major cavagnari looked up in surprise, and spoke to the ameer. the latter said a few words in reply, and then the cavalcade rode on to the palace. ten minutes later two of the ameer's attendants entered, and told will to follow them.
he had that morning, for the first time since his arrival in cabul, put on his uniform. he was still very weak but, leaning one hand upon his attendant's shoulder, he followed the messengers. he was conducted to a large room in the palace, where the ameer and his adviser, and the british officers were sitting.
"well, my lad," major cavagnari said, kindly, "i hear you have had a bad time of it. the ameer tells me that you were taken prisoner near ali-kheyl, that you were badly wounded, and that after the snow melted you were brought down here. he says he gave orders that everything should be done for you, but that you have been very ill, ever since."
"i have been treated very kindly, sir," will said, "and i am now getting round. i owe my life chiefly to the care and attention of the lad, here, who has watched over me like a brother."
will's words were translated to the ameer, who expressed his satisfaction, and ordered a purse of money to be given to the boy, in testimony of his approval of the care he had taken of his patient. as major cavagnari saw that the young soldier was almost too weak to stand, he at once told him to retire to his room, adding kindly:
"i will ask the ameer to assign you quarters in the same house with us. we will soon bring you round, and make you strong and well again."
the same evening will was carried over--for the fatigue he had undergone had been almost too much for him--to the large house assigned to major cavagnari, his officers and escort. it was built of wood, surrounded by a courtyard and wall. a room was assigned to will, on the same floor as that occupied by the officers. the afghan lad had received orders to accompany his patient, and remain with him as long as he stayed in cabul.
will's progress towards recovery was now rapid. he had no longer any cause for anxiety. he was carefully attended to by doctor kelly, the surgeon of the guides, who had accompanied the mission as medical officer. the escort was commanded by lieutenant hamilton; and sir lewis cavagnari was accompanied by mr. william jenkyns, of the indian civil service, as his secretary. the care of doctor kelly, and the influence of quinine and tonics quickly added to will's strength; but his best medicine was the sound of english voices, and the kindness which was shown to him. in a fortnight he was able to get about, as usual; and the doctor said that, in another month, he would be as strong as ever.
for two or three weeks after major cavagnari's arrival in cabul, all went well; and it appeared as if the forebodings of those who had predicted trouble and danger to the little body who had gone up, as it were, into the lion's den, were likely to be falsified. that the mission was not without danger the authorities, and major cavagnari himself, were well aware; but it was important that the provision in the treaty of gundamuk, by which england secured the right of maintaining a resident at cabul, should be put into operation. besides, the ameer had himself given the invitation to major cavagnari, and had pressed the point warmly, giving the most solemn promises of protection.
at any rate, for the first two weeks the soldiers of the escort moved freely in the city, without molestation or insult; and it appeared as if the population of cabul were content with the terms of peace which, indeed, imposed no burdens whatever upon them, and was supposed to have inflicted no humiliation on their national pride.
on the 5th of august, several regiments marched in from herat. these troops--which were considered the flower of the afghan army--had, in consequence of the distance of herat from the seat of war, taken no part whatever in the struggle. upon the very day after their arrival they scattered through the town, and were loud in their expression of hostility to the terms of peace. had they been there, they said, the kaffirs would have been easily defeated. why should peace have been made at the very first reverse, and before the best fighting men had come to the front?
that evening will gale's young attendant came to him in his room, looking very serious.
"what is the matter, yossouf?"
the lad shook his head.
"trouble is coming," he said. "the heratee men are stirring up the people, and the budmashes are threatening that they will kill the english."
"but the ameer has promised his protection," will said. "he has sworn a solemn oath to stand by them."
"yakoob khan is weak," the boy said. "he was a great warrior, once; but he has been in prison for many years and he is no longer firm and strong. some of the men round him are bad advisers. yakoob khan is no better than a reed to lean upon."
the next day there were riots in the town. the heratee men taunted the people of cabul with cowardice, and the excitement spread in the city. the soldiers of the escort could no longer stroll quietly through the bazaars; but were hooted at, and abused, although of the same religion and race as the people around them--for the guide regiments were recruited from pathans, and other border tribes.
day after day the position became more threatening. the men of the escort were ordered no longer to go down into the town, where their presence was the occasion of tumults. a native officer of one of our cavalry regiments, who was spending his furlough at a village near cabul, came into the bala-hissar and told major cavagnari that he feared, from rumors that reached him, that the heratee regiments would break into mutiny, and attack the embassy.
the officer, who was a man of immense courage and coolness, replied quietly:
"if they do, they can but kill the three or four of us here, and our deaths will be revenged."
he, however, made representations to the ameer as to the threatening behavior of the heratee troops; but yakoob assured him that he could rely thoroughly upon his protection, and that--even should the heratee troops break out in mutiny--he would at once suppress the movement, with the cabul regiments.
yossouf became daily more anxious. going into the town, to buy fruits and other necessaries, he heard more of what was going on than could the members of the embassy.
"things are very bad," he said, over and over again. "it would be better for you all to go away. why does your officer stop here, to be killed?"
"it is his duty to stay at his post," will said. "he has been sent here by the commander-in-chief. he is like a soldier on outpost duty. he cannot desert his post, because he sees danger approaching; but i wish, with all my heart, that an order would come for his recall; not only because of the danger, but because i am longing to be back again with my regiment and, although i am strong enough to ride down to the punjaub, now, i cannot go except with sir lewis and his escort. although it is peace, a single englishman could not travel down to jellalabad, through the passes."
will had, from the first week after the arrival of the mission, fallen into the position of an orderly-room sergeant. his duties were little more than nominal, but he acted as assistant to mr. jenkyns, and made copies and duplicates of reports and other documents which were, from time to time, sent down to jellalabad. being the only englishman there, with the exception of the four officers, these greatly relaxed the usual distance prevailing between an officer and a corporal; and treated him as a civilian clerk when in office, and with a pleasant cordiality at other times. except, indeed, that he messed alone, and kept in his own room of an evening, he might have been one of the party.
each day, he reported to sir lewis the rumors which yossouf had gathered in the town. in his reports to headquarters, major cavagnari stated that trouble had arisen from the conduct of the heratee troops; but he scarcely made enough of the real danger which threatened the little party. had he done so, the embassy would probably have been recalled.
"what have you got there, yossouf?" will asked one day, when his follower returned with a larger bundle than usual.
"i have brought the uniform of an afghan soldier," the boy replied, "which i have purchased from the bazaar. it is for you. i am sure that soon you will be attacked. the english are brave, but there are only four of them. their soldiers will fight, but what can they do against an army? when the time comes, you must dress yourself in these clothes, and i will try to conceal you."
"but i cannot do that, yossouf," will said. "it is very good of you to try and aid me to escape; but i am a soldier, and must share the fortunes of my officers, whatever they may be. if they fight, i shall fight. if they are killed, i must be killed, too. i cannot run away and hide myself, when the danger comes."
the lad hung his head.
"then yossouf will die, too," he said quietly. "he will not leave his white friend."
"no, no, yossouf," will said, warmly; "you have nothing to do with the business. why should you involve yourself in our fate? you can do me no good by sacrificing your life."
yossouf shook his head.
"if," he said presently, "the time comes, and you see that it is of no use any longer to fight, and that all is lost, would you try to escape then?"
"yes," will said, "certainly i would. when all hope of further resistance is gone, and fighting is useless, my duty would be at an end; and if i could manage to escape, then, i should be justified in trying to save my life."
yossouf looked relieved.
"very well." he said, "then, at the last, i will try and save you."
"still, yossouf," will said, "we must hope that it is not coming to that. the ameer has sworn to protect us, and he can do so. the bala-hissar is strong, and he can easily hold it, with one or two of his cabul regiments, against the heratee men. he has three or four of these regiments here. he cannot be so false to his oath as to allow his guests to be massacred."
yossouf made a gesture which expressed his utter disbelief in the ameer, and then again went about his duties.
on the 2nd of september, on his return from the town, he reported that there was great excitement among the people; and that he believed that the night would not pass off, without trouble. major cavagnari, to whom will reported the news, sent in a message to the ameer--whose palace was within two or three hundred yards--and begged him to take measures to secure the bala-hissar against any attack by the heratees.
the members of the escort, available for the defense of the residency, were but about fifty men. most of the cavalry were away. some were down the pass with despatches. the rest were stationed a short distance off in the plain, as forage was difficult to obtain in the fort.
the ameer returned a curt message to major cavagnari, saying that there was no cause for uneasiness. the latter, however, doubled the sentries at the gate of the little enclosure.
just as the officers were about to retire to rest, yossouf--who had, a short time, before gone out again, telling will that he would bring back news of what was going on, ran in.
"the heratees are coming," he said. "the gates of the fort have been left open. the cabul men are all in their barracks. they are pouring in at the gates. do you not hear them?"
william gale ran to the window, and could hear a loud and confused noise of yelling and shouting. he ran in to the envoy's room, and warned him that the heratees were at hand. without the loss of a moment's time, lieutenant hamilton got his men under arms; and posted them at the upper windows of the house, where their fire would command the approaches to the gate.
quickly as this was done, the afghans were close at hand by the time that each man was at his post; and instantly opened a scattering fire at the residency, shouting to the soldiers to come out and join them, and to bring out the kaffir officers to be killed. the pathans were, however, true to their salt and, in reply, opened a steady fire upon the mass of the enemy. with wild yells the afghans rushed at the gate but, so steadily and rapidly did the defenders shoot, from the upper windows and loopholes cut in the gate, that the assailants were forced to fall back.
"that's right, my lads," major cavagnari said cheerfully to his men; "we can hold the place for some time, and the ameer will bring the cabul regiments down in no time, and sweep away these rascals."
the afghans, now some thousands strong--assisted by all the budmashes, and turbulent portion of the population of cabul--surrounded the house on all sides, and kept up a heavy and incessant fire; which was coolly and steadily returned by the guides. after an hour's fighting, there was a sudden roar above the rattle of musketry; followed by another, and another. simultaneously came the crash of shells. one burst in the house, the other tore through the gate. still there was no sign of the cabul regiments.
eight or ten guns were brought to play on the little garrison. the gate was broken down, and nearly half the force of the house were already killed, or wounded, by the musketry and shell fire. still they continued the defense over and over again, the afghans swarmed up close to the gate; only to fall back again, before the steady fire of the snider rifles of the guides. major cavagnari went from room to room, encouraging the men; while the other officers and will gale, taking rifles which had fallen from the hands of men no longer able to use them, set an example of cool and steady firing to their men.
for four hours the unequal contest continued; then a cry arose, from the men, that the house was on fire. it was but too true. a shell had exploded in the lower part of the house, and had ignited the woodwork; and the fire had already obtained so firm a hold that it was impossible to extinguish it. a few of the men continued their fire from the windows, to the last; while the rest carried their wounded comrades out into the courtyard. as the flames shot out from the lower windows, the yells of the afghans rose higher and higher; and a fearful storm of lead and iron swept down upon the little band, who were now plainly visible in the light of the flames. even now the enemy did not dare, although numbering hundreds to one, to come too close upon them, though they flocked up close to the gate.
"now, lads!" major cavagnari exclaimed, "let us rush out, and die fighting hand to hand; better that than to be shot down defenseless, here."
thus saying he led the way, and charged out upon the crowded foe. there were but lieutenant hamilton and eight men to follow him. all the rest had fallen. doctor kelly had been shot in the house, while dressing the wound of one of the soldiers. mr. jenkyns had fallen outside.
will gale had twice been wounded, but was still on his feet and, grasping his musket, he rushed forward with his comrades. a figure sprang out just as he reached the gate and, with a sudden rush, carried him along for some paces. then he stumbled over a fragment of the wall, and fell just at the corner of the gate--which had swung inward, when burst open by the enemy's shell. confused and bewildered, he struggled to regain his feet.
"keep quiet, master!" yossouf's voice said, in his ear. "it is your only chance of safety."
so saying, he dragged will into the narrow space between the gate and the wall; then, as he rose to his feet, he wrapped round him a loose afghan cloak, and pressed a black sheepskin cap far down over his face.
in a minute there was the sound of a fierce struggle, without. the shots of the revolvers of the two english officers rang out, in quick succession, mingled with the loud report of the afghan muskets. the savage yells rose, high and triumphant. the last of the gallant band, who had for hours defended the embassy, had fallen. then there was a rush through the gate, as the afghans swarmed into the courtyard, till the space around the burning house was well-nigh full.
unperceived, will gale and yossouf stepped from behind the gate and joined the throng and, at once, made their way into the stables, where several of the budmashes were already engaged in their work of plunder. yossouf caught up three or four horse rugs, and made them into a loose bundle; and signed to will to do the same. the young soldier did so, and lifted them on his shoulder, so as to partly hide his face. then he followed yossouf into the courtyard again.
already there was a stream of men with saddles, rugs, muskets, and other plunder making their way out, while others were still thronging in. joining the former, will and his guide were soon outside the enclosure at any other time, his disguise would have been noticed, at once; but in the crowd his legs were hidden, and all were too intent upon plunder, and too excited at their success, to notice him.
once outside the wall, he was comparatively safe. the light thrown over the courtyard, by the blazing house, made the darkness beyond all the more complete. keeping carefully in shadow, yossouf led him along to a clump of bushes, in a garden a hundred yards from the house. stooping here, he pulled out a bundle.
"here," he said, "is the uniform. put it on, quickly!"
it was but the work of a minute for will to attire himself in the uniform of the afghan soldier. he had still retained the musket, which he had in his hand when yossouf had leaped upon him; and as he now went on with his guide he had no fear, whatever, of being detected. he still carried the bundle of rugs on his shoulder.
as they walked round towards the lower gate of the bala-hissar, they met numbers of villagers and townspeople thronging in. these had waited to hear the issue of the attack before leaving their homes but, now that the arrival of the plunderers from the residency, and the cessation of the fire, told of the successful termination of the assault, they flocked up to join in the rejoicings over the annihilation of the kaffirs.
