At Aboukir and Acre: A Story of Napoleon's Invasion of Egypt

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Henty George Alfred. At Aboukir and Acre: A Story of Napoleon's Invasion of Egypt

PREFACE

CHAPTER I. MAKING A FRIEND

CHAPTER II. A BEDOUIN TRIBE

CHAPTER III. LEFT BEHIND

CHAPTER IV. THE BATTLE OF THE PYRAMIDS

CHAPTER V. A STREET ATTACK

CHAPTER VI. THE RISING IN CAIRO

CHAPTER VII. SAVED

CHAPTER VIII. AN EGYPTIAN TOMB

CHAPTER IX. SIR SIDNEY SMITH

CHAPTER X. A SEA-FIGHT

CHAPTER XI. ACRE

CHAPTER XII. A DESPERATE SIEGE

CHAPTER XIII. AN INDEPENDENT COMMAND

CHAPTER XIV. A PIRATE HOLD

CHAPTER XV. CRUISING

CHAPTER XVI. A VISIT HOME

CHAPTER XVII. ABERCROMBIE'S EXPEDITION

CHAPTER XVIII. THE BATTLE OF ALEXANDRIA

CHAPTER XIX. QUIET AND REST

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Two lads were standing in one of the bastions of a fort looking over the sea. There were neither guards nor sentinels there. The guns stood on their carriages, looking clean and ready for action, but this was not the result of care and attention, but simply because in so dry a climate iron rusts but little. A close examination would have shown that the wooden carriages on which they stood were so cracked and warped by heat that they would have fallen to pieces at the first discharge of the guns they upheld. Piles of cannon-balls stood between the guns, half-covered with the drifting sand, which formed slopes half-way up the walls of the range of barracks behind, and filled up the rooms on the lower floor. Behind rose the city of Alexandria, with its minarets and mosques, its palaces and its low mud-built huts. Seaward lay a fleet of noble ships with their long lines of port-holes, their lofty masts, and network of rigging.

"What do you think of it, Sidi?"

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"Who are you, brother, whose blows fell men like strokes of lightning?"

"My name is Edgar Blagrove. I am the son of a merchant, whose place of business is in the great square. Who are you, and how did this business begin?"

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