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"I have avenged my people and myself," replied Moussa Isa, "even as I said, I go to Aden Jail where there are men, and where a Somal is known from a Hubshi" "You go to hang across the road there at Duri Gaol," replied the babu, and earnestly hoped to find himself a true prophet.
When the boy was convalescent he took him on the surrounding Duri golf-links as his caddie in his endless games with his poor friend Sergeant-Major Lawrence-Smith, ex-gentleman. Moussa was grateful and, fingering the scar on his throat, likened Major Jackson to his hero, the fair Sheikh who had saved him from the lion and had lost his life through intervening on Moussa's behalf in the boat.
Ross-Ellison, "you speak of this Sergeant-Major Lawrence-Smith in the past tense. Is he dead then?" "He is dead," replied Colonel Jackson. "Did you know him?" "I believe I saw him at Duri," answered Mr. Ross-Ellison with an excellent assumption of indifference. "What's the story?" "I'll give you his own tale on paper let me have it back and, mind you, every single word of it is Gospel truth.
'O eletti di Deo, i cui soffriri E giustizia e speranza fan men duri DANTE. Purgatorio Ah, sir, we have learnt the way to get your company, said Hector Ernescliffe, as he welcomed his father-in-law at Maplewood; 'we have only to get under sentence. 'Sick or sorry, Hector; that's the attraction to an old doctor.
The Reformatory School nearest to Aden is at Duri in India, and thither, in spite of earnest prayers that he might go to hard labour in Aden Jail like a man and a Somali, was Moussa Isa duly transported and therein incarcerated. At the Duri Reformatory School, Moussa Isa was profoundly miserable, most unhappy, and deeply depressed by a sense of the very cruellest injustice.
He was an expert bugler, and in that capacity stuck like a burr to the Colonel by day, looking very smart and workmanlike in khaki uniform and being of more than average usefulness with rifle and bayonet. Not until after the restoration of order did Mr. Edward Jones, formerly of the Duri High School, long puzzled as to where he had seen him before, realize who he was.
"I'll speak to your new Brigadier. If you can find your Lawrence-Smith we'll see what can be done." ... And Lieutenant-Colonel Ross-Ellison wrote to Sergeant-Major Lawrence-Smith of the Duri Volunteer Rifles to know if he would like a transfer upon advantageous terms, and got no reply.
It had been a case of "and even the ranks of Tuscany" on the part of Mir Jan Rah-bin-Ras el-Isan Ilderim Dost Mahommed.... Later he had encountered him and Captain Malet-Marsac at Duri. Mrs. Pat Dearman was sceptical. "Do you mean to tell me that you, a man of science, an eminent medical man, and a soldier, believe in the supernatural?"
At the next drill, twenty-one gentlemen were present and Number Twenty-one, the Sessions Judge of Duri, a Scot, kept staring with looks of amazement and alarm at Burker, who rode as Number Four on his flank, making an odd file into a skeleton section. I was certain that he saw Burker. As the gentlemen "dismissed" after parade, the Judge rode up to me and, with a white face, demanded:
Came the day when certain of the sinful inhabitants of the Duri Reformatory were to be conducted to a neighbouring Government High School, a centre for the official Drawing Examinations for the district, there to sit and be examined in the gentle art of Art.
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