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Updated: June 29, 2025
"I flatter myself I can address the wily Pathan on occasion, but, hang it all, I can't make puns in Pushtu, or top off my arguments with a smutty story, as he did. He played on those two old dogs o' war like a like a concertina.
But the madman is fond of the boy; and I must be very reasonably mad too. 'What is the prayer? said the lama, as the rough Pushtu rumbled into the red beard. 'No matter at all; but now I understand that the boy, sure of Paradise, can yet enter Government service, my mind is easier. I must get to my horses. It grows dark. Do not wake him. I have no wish to hear him call thee master.
And all the while here were my own people willing at a sign to offer me their homage." He spoke in Pushtu, and Ahmed Ismail drank in every word. "They wanted a leader, Huzoor," he said. "I turned away from them like a fool," replied Shere Ali, "while I sought favours from the white women like a slave." "Your Highness shall take as a right what you sought for as a favour."
"Have you got your revolver?" asked Phillips. "Yes." "Then stand by." Phillips carefully and noiselessly opened the shutter for an inch or two. "Who's that?" he asked in a low voice; he asked the question in Pushtu, and in Pushtu a voice no louder than his own replied: "I want to speak to Poulteney Sahib." A startled exclamation broke from the subaltern.
While these thoughts were seething in his mind, while the excitement was still at its height, the cries still at their loudest, Shere All heard a quiet penetrating voice speak in his ear. And the voice spoke in Pushtu. The mere sound of the language struck upon Shere Ali's senses at that moment of exultation with a strange effect. He thrilled to it from head to foot.
These matters of detail complied with, conversation began. It was conducted in Pushtu, and was naturally unintelligible to every one of our party except the two political officers. Apparently Major Deane reproached the two chiefs for their conduct.
Riding together in the early morning from the mud fort of Dera Ismail Khan towards the Mountain of Sheikh Budin, we suddenly barged into a mob of wild Waziri tribesmen who jumped out of the ditch and held us up hand on bridle. The old General spoke Pushtu fluently, and there was a parley, begun by him, ordinarily the most silent of mankind. Where were they going to?
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