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Bezig met laden... The Man of Irondoor Richard Dehan, Richard Dehan (Auteur)
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Interesting as being perhaps one of the last English views of Bismarck and Prussia not (originally) colored by WWI --though the author has an introduction showing his reaction to the outbreak of the war after he wrote it, and saying un would not change what he wrote about the days when "Kings and nobles made war like noblemen and kings." geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Fair play and no favor won us our honors, mind you though the chance didn't come until later on. True, we helped Sir Harry Smith to pound the Sikhs at Ferozshahr and at Aliwal, when the cavalry of his Right had driven the Khalsas back across the Red Ford. Waiting for the elephants with the heavy siege-guns and the ammunition and stores to come up from Delhi, took a hell of a time. Seven long weeks of broiling by day and freezing o' nights, while Tij Sinh and his thirty-five thousand Khalsas entrenched themselves, mounted their heavy artillery?made their bridge of boats, and encamped their cavalry up the river. But the day came?our day ?and I don't forget that foggy tenth of February while I'm breathing. Captain Breagh sucked at his pipe and reflectively pulled a whisker. And the silent voice went on: We were with the Left Division under General Dick, and led the assault, while Gilbert and Smith feigned to attack on the enemy's left and center. And in that charge, ?when the General got his death-wound from a swivel- ball, ?I was the second red-coat to cross the ditch, and scramble over the big mud rampart, and saber a Sikh gunner with his linstock in his hand ... Mrs. Breagh, chagrined at remaining so long the object of her husband's inattention, picked up his fallen newspaper and almost timidly laid it on his knee. And the child under the table kept as quiet as a mouse, almost . . . Thank ye, my dear said the Captain, while the other Breagh went on: And when the Treaty was signed and the rumpus all over?for the time ?because Dalhousie 's bungling brought the hornets about our ears again ?we marched from Lahore to Calcutta with Britain's victorious army?barring the force we 'd left with Lawrence at Mian Mir.'' The silence continuing, Mrs. Breagh drew her .. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)823.912Literature English English fiction Modern Period 1901-1999 1901-1945LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde: Geen beoordelingen.Ben jij dit?Word een LibraryThing Auteur. |