For Name and Fame; Or, Through Afghan Passes
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Henty George Alfred. For Name and Fame; Or, Through Afghan Passes
Preface
Chapter 1: The Lost Child
Chapter 2: The Foundling
Chapter 3: Life On A Smack
Chapter 4: Run Down
Chapter 5: The Castaways
Chapter 6: The Attack On The Village
Chapter 7: The Fight With The Prahus
Chapter 8: The Torpedo
Chapter 9: The Advance Into Afghanistan
Chapter 10: The Peiwar-Khotal
Chapter 11: A Prisoner
Chapter 12: The Advance Up The Khyber
Chapter 13: The Massacre At Cabul
Chapter 14: The Advance Upon Cabul
Chapter 15: The Fighting Round Cabul
Chapter 16: The Fight In The Pass
Chapter 17: At Candahar
Chapter 18: On The Helmund
Chapter 19: The Battle Of Maiwand
Chapter 20: Candahar
Chapter 21: The Battle Of Candahar
Chapter 22: At Home At Last
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"My poor pets!" a lady exclaimed, sorrowfully; "it is too bad. They all knew me so well; and ran to meet me, when they saw me coming; and seemed really pleased to see me, even when I had no food to give them."
"Which was not often, my dear," Captain Ripon–her husband–said. "However it is, as you say, too bad; and I will bring the fellow to justice, if I can. There are twelve prize fowls–worth a couple of guineas apiece, not to mention the fact of their being pets of yours–stolen, probably by tramps; who will eat them, and for whom the commonest barn-door chickens would have done as well. There are marks of blood in two or three places, so they have evidently been killed for food. The house was locked up last night, all right; for you see they got in by breaking in a panel of the door.
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The winter came and went, and the ricks were untouched, and Captain Ripon forgot all about the gypsy's threats. At the assizes a previous conviction was proved against her husband, and he got five years penal servitude and, after the trial was over, the matter passed out of the minds of both husband and wife.
They had, indeed, other matters to think about for, soon after Christmas, a baby boy was born, and monopolized the greater portion of his mother's thoughts. When, in due time, he was taken out for walks, the old women of the village–perhaps with an eye to presents from the Park–were unanimous in declaring that he was the finest boy ever seen, and the image both of his father and mother.
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