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Updated: May 21, 2025
The adventurous O'Donovan thus describes an Afghan cavalryman whom he met unexpectedly, near Herat, in 1880: "He wore a dark-colored turban, one end of the cloth pulled up in front so as to resemble a small cockade. His uniform was blue-black, and he wore long boots. A broad black leather cross-belt, with two very large brass buckles, crossed his breast. He had sabre, pistols, and carbine."
His friends would have been much better pleased if he had bared his breast to the cavalryman who captured him, and been run through with a sabre, and died with some proud last words on his lips, such as, "Who will care for mother now," or "The cause is lost. Send out a search warrant to find it."
The whole dismal little drama unveiled itself, and Winnington was hotly moved by the waste and pity of it. He was entertained by the Blanchflowers and took a liking to them both. The old friendship between Winnington and the cavalryman was soon noticed by Major Blanchflower, and one night he walked home with Winnington, who had been dining at his house, to the Commissioner's quarters.
The ladies were unmoved, because inappreciative; the lawyer looked savagely envious, the cavalryman and the master approving, and Theodore, frankly admiring, but no one said anything, the little cavalcade rearranged itself, and once more moved on at a footpace until an electric car appeared.
Carefully riding his horse so that its blind side should be towards the monster, the cavalryman swept by at a run, handling his steed with such daring skill that he just cleared the blow of the dreaded fore-paw, while with one mighty sabre stroke he cleft the bear's skull, slaying the grinning beast as it stood upright.
Fred interrupted, pointing toward a few acres of level land to our left, below Zeitoon village but still considerably above the river level. "Is that Rustum Khan?" "He it is," said Kagig. "A devil of a man a wonder of a devil no friend of mine, yet I shook hands with him and I salute him! A genius! A cavalryman born. Our people are not cavalrymen. No place for horses, this.
No alarm was given. The start was thus auspicious. We were within the enemy's lines and they were not yet aware of it. There was no halt. The rapid march was continued throughout the night. It was clear and cold. The order for the march was "at a fast walk," but every experienced cavalryman knows that the letter of such an order can be obeyed only by those in advance.
Peter went closer, not caring to take the whole village into his confidence. "How came you to turn down my proposition, Mr. Tomwit," he asked, "after we had agreed and drawn up the papers?" "We-e-ell, I had to do it, Peter," explained the old man, loudly. "Why, Mr. Tomwit?" "A white neighbor wanted me to, Peter," boomed the cavalryman. "Who, Mr. Tomwit?" "Henry Hooker talked me into it, Peter.
But gunpowder and the bayonet have changed this; and now the most confident and domineering cavalryman will put spurs to his horse and fly at a gallop, if he sees the muzzle of an infantryman's rifle, with its glittering bayonet, pointed at him from the thicket.
Just before three o'clock every man of the first class turned out through the north sallyport in the full equipment of a cavalryman. Here they halted before barracks. Dick caught sight of four figures standing hardly more than across the road. A swift glance at the time, and Prescott stepped over the road. "Good afternoon, mother. Good afternoon, Mrs. Bentley.
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