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Updated: May 10, 2025
Nelly repeated falteringly. "Why should you be anxious? He is not ill, is he?" Her heart had sunk, heavy as lead. Her soul cried out in fear. "You know he is with the punitive expedition against the Wazees for the murder of Major Sayers and his companions? You never can tell what dreadful thing may be happening to him. It isn't possible you didn't know? And I had been thinking you hardhearted!
Father, why did you keep from me the fact that Captain Langrishe was fighting the Wazees? Why did you?" The General's colour deserted his cheeks once again. "Poor Langrishe! What was the good of letting you know, Nell? You used to be interested in the poor fellow." "You shouldn't have kept it from me. I didn't read the newspapers, or I should have known. Do you know why I didn't read them?
He had known poor Sayers a most distinguished soldier, but brave to rashness. And the Wazees tribe, treacherous rascals! The General had some experience of them too. Ah, so Mordaunt was sent in pursuit. The tribe had retired after the murder to its fastnesses in the hills. He remembered those fortified towers in the hill valleys. He had had to smoke them out once like rats in a hole.
Those little frontier wars were endless things once they started. And what toll they took of precious human lives! In the last one more young fellows of the General's acquaintance had been killed than he liked to remember. Such deaths, too! Even the bravest soldier might well shrink from the fiendish things the Wazees were capable of.
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