George Alfred Henty
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George Manville Fenn. George Alfred Henty
George Alfred Henty
Table of Contents
"The Story of an Active Life"
Preface
Chapter One
Early Days
Chapter Two
From Cambridge to the Crimea
Chapter Three
Invalided Home
Chapter Four
The First Glimpse of Italy
Chapter Five
The Italian War
Chapter Six
The Search for an Army and a Meal
Chapter Seven
The Battle of Lissa
Chapter Eight
The End of the War
Chapter Nine
Impressions of Italy
Chapter Ten
The Visit to San Marino
Chapter Eleven
A Land of Mystery
Chapter Twelve
A Subterranean Excursion
Chapter Thirteen
Mining for Mercury
Chapter Fourteen
The Abyssinian Campaign
Chapter Fifteen
Incidents of Transport
Chapter Sixteen
En Route for Magdala
Chapter Seventeen
Jottings by the Way
Chapter Eighteen
King Theodore at Bay
Chapter Nineteen
The Fall of the Curtain
Chapter Twenty
The Suez Canal
Chapter Twenty One
The Franco-German War
Chapter Twenty Two
The Commune
Chapter Twenty Three
The Vendôme Column
Chapter Twenty Four
The Days of Reprisal
Chapter Twenty Five
A Word about Politics
Chapter Twenty Six
On the Life of a War Correspondent
Chapter Twenty Seven
A Risky Cruise with H.M. Stanley
Chapter Twenty Eight
The “Weaker Sex” in Ashanti
Chapter Twenty Nine
Warfare in the Bush
Chapter Thirty
The March up Country
Chapter Thirty One
The Battle of Amoaful
Chapter Thirty Two
A Carlist War
Chapter Thirty Three
The Royal Tour in India
Chapter Thirty Four
Among the Turks
Chapter Thirty Five
Philosophy in Camp
Chapter Thirty Six
The Turkish Army
Chapter Thirty Seven
A Busy Convalescence
Chapter Thirty Eight
Concerning War Correspondents
Chapter Thirty Nine
Henty and his Books
Chapter Forty
An Appreciation
Chapter Forty One
Personal Notes
Chapter Forty Two
Club Life
Chapter Forty Three
His Great Hobby
Chapter Forty Four
A Final Word
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George Manville Fenn
The Story of an Active Life
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Something of the weird state of affairs around the young Commissariat officer and correspondent is seen in his description of a leisurely walk he took to one of our marine batteries. “The air,” he says, “was so still that I could hear not only the explosion but the whiz of every shell most distinctly, though distant seven miles as the crow flies.”
The delicious spring weather that lasted for a time was followed by a gale with sleet, and then by forty hours of rain. The change was mournfully depressing, the streets of Balaclava were a perfect sea of mud, everything was forlorn, miserable, and deserted, the officers in their waterproofs were dejected, and everyone was despondent. However, the purveyor officer remarked that the Guards were by this time all provided with waterproof coats, which kept them dry as they stood at their posts. But a thick mist hung over everything; the rain was soaking through all the tents; the ground had become so soft that the horses sank in over their fetlocks, while their heads were drooping, and they appeared the picture of discomfort. The soldiers going down into the trenches carried a perfect load of clay upon their shoes, while those returning came back wet, knocked up, and soaked to the skin.
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