BEGUMBAGH, A TALE OF THE INDIAN MUTINY.
Dun-dub-dub-dub-dub-dub. Just one light beat given by the boys in front–the light sharp tap upon their drums, to give the time for the march; and in heavy order there we were, her Majesty’s 156th Regiment of Light Infantry, making our way over the dusty roads with the hot morning sun beating down upon our heads. We were marching very loosely, though, for the men were tired, and we were longing for the halt to be called, so that we might rest during the heat of the day, and then go on again. Tents, baggage-wagons, women, children, elephants, all were there; and we were getting over the ground at the rate of about fifteen miles a day, on our way up to the station, where we were to relieve a regiment going home.
المزيد من الكتب الإلكترونية من نفس المؤلف (المؤلفين) / محرر
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