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Sands—Sands the marvellous—became a telephone expert, and was to be found anywhere haranguing6 the cable-cart men, or kneeling on the ground, ear glued to the receiver of a field telephone. His conversations were worth the listening. One he held at midnight in the desert. We had word of an attack by infantry7, and Sands hurried to the telephone to call up Eaves at the next station. “Eaves! Hullo there! Eaves, I say! Oh, damn and blast the thing, it won’t work! Message for you! Eaves, are you there? Can’t you hear me, man? Are you deaf? Message for you. Infantry advancing——! I say, are you there, Eaves? Eaves, I say! Oh, blast! Oh, damn! Oh, how beastly! Eaves, answer me at once! Mr. Sands speaking. Eaves, do you want to go under arrest?” Eaves (walking up and down somewhere in the Libyan desert to keep warm): “This game’s no good to a man keepin’ a bloke ’anging round ’ere all night doin’ nothin’. If a relief don’t come soon, I’m goin’ ’ome.”
Truly Sands was a man in a thousand: none like him for cool effrontery8; none like him for ignoring rebuffs; none like him for going back on statements without turning a hair. He pulled me up in stables one fine evening.
“Lake, your horse is very poor. Is it getting the extra feed?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, what’s it doing now? Why isn’t it eating?”
“I was waiting for the order, ‘Feed,’ sir.”
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“Oh, man, you’re a fool. I told you to feed that horse all day long. Feed it at once!”
“Don’t answer me back! Feed it at once!”
“Lake,” he screamed, “what are you doing there? Are you mad?”
“I’m going to feed my horse, sir, as you told me.”
“Man, you must be mad! You’d have the whole line torn up! I thought you knew something about horses. Put down the bag this minute!”
With the coming of the hot winds the shrunken army of tourists, who had this season braved the seas, departed for more kindly11 climates; and as our own wealth had long since been squandered12, the city showed a more sober countenance13. On the contrary, the camp had much improved: now it boasted picture shows, eating houses, hair dressers, bookshops, and tailors. But it failed to parch14 the seeds of discontent. The army spoiled for war. There came news of the Turkish dash for the Canal, and our Field Artillery15 was held in readiness. Hope revived for a brief space. But the attack came to nothing, and we continued in our uneventful ways. The suns grew hotter, the winds fell on us more fiercely, the flies multiplied. Men went about their work with bitter hearts.
Between “Turn out” and “Cookhouse” Sands[75] bore down on me as I loitered in the lines. Unsuspicious of his intention, I let him approach.
“Lake,” he said, “the Colonel is wanted at once at Divisional Artillery Headquarters. I want a man to find him now. You will do. He went over to the palm grove16 with Major Felix. Saddle up immediately. Tell the corporal to keep your tea. I am sorry, but I can’t help it.” Sands was polite on occasion.
With heavy heart I walked away to saddle up “The Director.” It was goodbye to my chances of tea. Any hope of success in the errand was small. A hundred roadways ran through the palms. “The Director” looked mournfully at his lost nosebag and followed me cheerlessly to the end of the lines. There I mounted, and we travelled the gunpark. I picked up no news from the sentry18, and turned to the palms; I touched “The Director” with the spurs, and he went away over the sands at a long, easy canter.
It neared the hour of sunset, and the desert sparkled and grew rosy19 in the lights of the dying sun. I dropped the reins20 on “The Director’s” neck, and let care slip away. My ill-humour was departing. The desert was cool, wide, empty, and silent; and the good beast beneath me moved with faintest footbeats on the sands. Farther down leaned the sun and the desert grew more rosy. The camp was behind and its last sounds fainting. Now the palm grove was near at hand.
The sun fell over the forest of treetops, polishing them as a jeweller polishes emeralds; but[76] there was not a breath of wind to move a leaf. I passed into the trees near the smaller village. The peasants had left their work, and the herds21 were gathered home; but a few children played among the trees, and I called out, “Saida!” They ran up screaming. One or two I knew—Hanifa, Fatma, and Habibi, the belle22 of all. They could tell me nothing of the Colonel, and I scanned vainly for hoofmarks on the sand. Presently I chose a middle road leading into the heart of the palms, where I could see some distance to either side. The chance of success was small; but what better course was there?
Within the grove was cultivated ground, so that the paths which ran in many directions were often of no width at all. All these bright patches of green had grown up since our coming. Soon I lost sight of the desert altogether—unless it was to catch a quick glimpse now and again through endless trees. The place was still, and filled fast with shadows. In time I checked “The Director” to a walk: speed was of no account; luck only could bring success. Never had I known the place so empty: no labourer bent23 over his cultivation24; no driver led home his string of camels; no marketer belaboured his laden25 donkey. Nor was there a sign of the men I sought.
But the journey was not in vain. I had passed a couple of miles through the trees, when I caught sight of them all of a sudden. They crossed the border of the desert land, moving towards home. They rode side by side, and distance changed them to pigmies. I could only guess at them.[77] I turned at a right angle to cut them off. No path led that way; but I made one of my own; and now and then the vegetable patches suffered. Progress was slow, and they had passed beyond me when I struck the sand. I spurred “The Director” and cantered up behind.
The Major turned first, and next moment the Colonel looked back. I saluted27, and he returned the salute26.
“You are wanted at once, sir, at Divisional Artillery Headquarters.”
He answered something quickly; something not complimentary28 to Divisional Artillery. We rode on without hurrying the pace much, the Colonel and Major together, I a few lengths in the rear. At the edge of the camp the Major saluted and crossed to his own lines; and we turned our horses for Artillery Headquarters. We passed some distance in silence at a fast walk. Then said the Colonel:
“I think we’re away at last, Lake.”
“Thank God, sir!” said I.
“Thank God!” said he.
“Lake, now is the hour to say—how does it run?—‘Behold, O Allah, I make a sacrifice unto thee.’”
We approached Divisional Artillery. Said the Colonel: “Here I make my sprint30 to show my willingness.”
And we spurred over the last stretch of sand.
The afternoon had grown old when we formed[78] up in the desert for the last time—when we mounted and passed in column of route through the camp towards the Pyramids Road. News of our going passed like a fiery31 cross through the new contingents32 we left behind, and they ran up and crowded either side of the way, giving us good speed and their cheers. “The Director” threw about his ears, and started on his fourstep; but a reminder33 from the spurs set him thinking of other things. We clattered35 along the hardened way, nodding and waving freely to friends, and settling our seat on saddle or limber. Everywhere gay voices called out above the rattle36 of movement. “So long, Bill—so long, old man—give it ’em in good old Australian style!” “We’ll be with you soon, Joe!” “What’s that, Jack37! Right-o—give the Kaiser one from me!” “Look out there with that blasted ’orse: what’s a bloke’s toes for? To be danced on?” “So long, chaps! So long!”
I looked to right and looked to left, glad I was seeing all for the last time. On the right stood a thriving town of tents; but on our near side the desert was bare as far as the palm groves38. It was the desert of our arrival eighteen weeks before. A turn in the way, and we had left behind the tented area, were winding39 between the picture shows and native bazaars40 and eating-houses. The crowd thinned. At Mena House the guard fell in to present arms; and next, before one could count ten, we were turning to the left hand, and streaming on to the road to Cairo. The desert was left behind.
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At the corner was the usual ravening42 throng43 of guides, camels, donkeys, money changers, fruit sellers, carriage drivers, and touts44. There was the usual native policeman to salute and smile. There was the usual rush of a dozen men with their wares45, and the usual sideplay of nervous horses. Then we were beyond the tumult46 and into the quiet, sweeping47 along endless road, where two lines of trees held out their arms.
I pulled my gear into shape—I was half choked with baggage. Over a shoulder I stared at the Pyramids. The sun had climbed down into the sky, and now tossed immense shadows over the country. His beams were soft and bright. I rose in my stirrups to gaze a long while at the wonderful masses of stone. They stood as they had stood at our coming; and still they possessed48 the same power to awe49 me. From them I turned abruptly50, and set my face down the road. The Colonel was looking backwards51 towards the camp. He, too, turned just then. “I never want to see that place again!” he burst out.
We had started in good time, and there was no hurry. The end of the column was not yet in sight. Ahead, the road was nearly deserted—a country lane in traffic though a thoroughfare in width. The months had brought great change. We kept to the right, unless a passing tram sent some of the horses across the way. Once a dozen Army Service waggons52 rattled54 by with forage55 aboard; and sometimes there were evil-eyed camels to pass, and strings56 of native cattle and flocks of shorn sheep, herded57 by glad-faced children.[80] Sometimes a motor car tore out of the distance. But these meetings were far between on the long road.
“March easy” was blown, and caused at once a pulling out of pipes and cigarettes, and a quickening in the eye of cadgers as they singled out new victims. Hawkins rode beside me. Back down the lines trotted58 the trumpeter in time for a cigarette. He stuck it in the corner of his mouth, and winked60 at me. “Hail, most noble one, thou erstwhile bum61 Piccadilly-promenader! Sallyest thou forth62 to the field of battle?” He broke off to snatch the match from Hawkins’s hands and light his cigarette. Drawing a deep glow, he threw his chest out and struck himself with a noble gesture. “I shall away to mine post in the van. Farewell, most valiant63 sirs!”
Peasants were at their work on both sides. They stayed their reaping and their watering to watch our passage; they fell to chattering64 among themselves, and to laughing. They were as light-hearted as we. The column continued at a walk, so that men would shoot a glance towards the officers, and all being clear, would break rank and trot59 up or drop back to some particular friend. All over the place one heard the same appeals. “Give us a cigarette, old man. Not ’ad a smoke all day.” “I say, old chap, have you a match?” Or, “Where the ’ell do yer think you’re going with that ’orse? Let ’is mouth go! Of course, ’e won’t stand with you jerking ’is teeth out!”
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The clatter34 of thousands of hoofs65 and the murmur66 of many hundred tongues set me pondering how soon this imposing67 train would be mouldering68 in the earth. A month hence, how many empty saddles would there be? How many riders mourning their steeds?
“Gunner Lake, Gunner Lake, peace to your unquiet thoughts. Verily you are no soldier. The good soldier performs what lies ahead: the good soldier does not think.”
Shadows deepened; evening drew in; the sun set; the miles were eaten up. We had not halted. Of a sudden the country ended, and we were clattering69 through the suburbs.
The clamour of our going sounded bravely along the harder roads, and echoed into the gardens of private houses and into the upper apartments. Pale faces, olive faces, brown faces peered from windows, and over balcony rails: heads with hair piled high in French fashion, heads supporting pigtails bound with broad bows; heads crowned with red fezes. Heads of raven41 hair I saw, heads of brown hair, heads of silver. Many a smile the girls sent us; but the old men looked on without giving sign. Thus forward we went, and the traffic in our path had to bunch itself on the side of the way. The road ran on between the rows of houses: the houses seemed to have no end; and it grew darker and darker, until there were only seen dim forms on either hand and lights through countless70 windows.
An order came down from the head of the[82] column. “Halt!” At once there was tightening71 of reins, and the drivers lifted their short whips in the air. You could see the signal passing down the line. “Prepare to dismount!” “Dismount!” “Look round your horses!” I pushed my fingers under “The Director’s” belly72. He was hot and steamy, but quite well. I gave him a smack73 and left him.
Those who could, found seats on the curbstones, and started to munch74 chocolate or biscuits or whatever they had. But the rest was not for long. “Prepare to mount!” “Mount!” and in five minutes we were off again.
We came to a noble bridge bearing great lamps overhead. Beneath us flowed the ancient Nile. Countless native boats lay along the shores, and the lights from the city followed the moving waters as far as the eye could go. This was the river which had rocked Moses; the barge75 of Cleopatra had floated here; and now across it streamed a swollen76 foolish company, big with relief it was to write a word in the book of history. Which first shall be forgotten—Anzac, or the ancient, ageless Nile?
It was long dark when we came into the town proper, and neared the railway station. This way and that way we flowed through the twisted lighted streets, bringing the girls to the windows again, and the shopkeepers to their doors. The better quarters we did not see; for we followed back streets haunted by strange cries and stranger smells. Half the shops were eating-houses, where natives smoked together, drinking coffee, playing[83] dominoes and backgammon. They would look from their square of light, and peer at us threading the outside dark. I do not think the blessings77 of Allah followed us every time.
We swept out of these places later on, into European parts. There came in sight a business quarter, hedged by brick walls with narrow lanes abutting78. Here we joined other bodies of troops moving for like destination. Above the jangle and clatter sounded the whistles of engines and the bumping of trains. All at once we passed under a gateway79, and came beneath the shadow of the station.
We—or the head of the column, that is—clattered into the courtyard and offsaddled. In no time the place was crowded with men and horses and vehicles. The square was in deep gloom, so that chaos80 took charge. I made out a long water-trough against a wall; I felt cobbles under my feet; there were tall buildings closing us in; and in a wall a lit-up window which might have been a ticket office, for I saw a man and a woman looking in there with luggage about them, and an hotel porter lolling by. There seemed two entrances to the square, one dim, leading from the streets, and one lit by an overhead lamp, where a ramp81 ran up from the yard on to the station platform. I received a hazy82 idea of all this ere the whirlpool caught me.
Men hurried this way and that; men shouted to one another, and cried out orders and swore; horses stamped and bumped and sidestepped. In truth it was no spot for a dreamer. Now,[84] and again now, went up the cries, “Gangway there, gangway!” or “Clear the way!” and rattling83 and jangling a fearful warning to careless toes, a gun or limber manhandled rolled by towards the platform and the trucks. The Staff woke up to find itself pushed along the edges of the courtyard, some men holding three or four horses, and going through a pretence84 of hand-rubbing. Others discovered themselves unstrapping nosebags to push over tossing heads, or packing saddles in grain bags brought for that purpose.
The night became very close—and the steam from the horses, the odours of manure85, and the personal discomfort86 occasioned by pushing about in the jumble87 of animals under weight of full marching order did not case matters. Every few seconds some cross-grained four-legged brute88 would swing round or crush up; and it was sauve qui peut with a vengeance89. All over the place showed Sands like the demon90 in a pantomime, ordering, expostulating, and reviling91; and doing his best to survive sword, revolver, haversack, and the other impedimenta which trapped his movements.
“What are you doing standing92 there, Oxbridge? You’re as useless as you are long! Lake, you’re the slowest man in Egypt! Hurry, man, hurry! I told you not to pack those saddles that way, Eaves! You are the stupidest man I know. Oh, how damnable! How perfectly93 damnable!” And then he would disappear in a riot of horses, and someone would mutter, “I hope he’s done in this time!”
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The slender patience of the Staff failed under trial. Out of the darkness rose a voice.
“A bloke ought ter get six months for coming on a fool’s game like this! Do they think a man’s a dirty nigger all his life? Yer don’t catch me ’ere again. Blast the Empire, I say.”
“Fer Gawd’s sake, shut yer row!”
“I won’t shut it.”
Then there went up a third voice. “You great, clumsy, awkward son of the devil; can’t you let a cove’s toes alone?”
This watering, feeding, and man?uvring of horses took a long while; but once all the nosebags were properly fastened, the storm grew calm. But it was hard work still bending in the steamy night to force two or three saddles into a bag too small for them. I was glad enough to escape in time to the platform on some business or other. Hurry and confusion might be found there; but the place was lit up, which helped much, and there were no horses, which helped more. The train was drawn94 up to the platform—coaches for the troops in front, horse-boxes next, trucks for guns and waggons in the rear. The platform was in military hands, except in an out-of-the-way corner where two girls said goodbye to a sergeant95. Already the trucks were loading: on one I found our telephone waggon53, and farther down men hauled the cook’s waggon aboard.
The place was as busy as an anthill on a sunny morning and as noisy as a rookery at even. Gangs of men swept to and fro, bearing baggage on their[86] shoulders. Gangs of men hauled vehicles aboard the trucks, with cheery and weary cries and yo-hos. Still other gangs, roaring warning, pulled and pushed more vehicles up the ramp and rattled them at dangerous speed along the platform. Officers stood at fixed96 points to wave hands and direct; and sergeants97 and anxious corporals gave rest to none. Many a grumbler98 threatened below his breath; many a knowing hand vanished to the refreshment99 bar without leaving an address.
There were shrieks100 of engines, and much jolting101 and jarring, and endless snorting of steam. An engine was in process of coupling with our train. Before long a chain of our fellows came in view with the bagged saddles on their shoulders; and behind followed a line of horses for the trucks. Too late I saw them. I was seized to lend a hand. Nor was the office a sinecure102; and I played the acrobat103 more than once keeping clear of all the heels.
We had arrived at the station in good time; but when I looked at the clock, the hour had grown late. Much remained to be done. Nearly all the horses were aboard, and all the heavy waggons; but quantities of lesser104 luggage arrived each minute on the backs of blaspheming men; nor did the stream show sign of running shallow.
But I had not long to look about: there were a thousand errands given me. Once I passed outside again, and found the courtyard blocked yet with traffic of waiting men and horses. I came back by the station buffet105, where knowing[87] ones drank coffee and ate such stale pastry106 as soldiers only buy. On the platform I ran into the Staff trucking the last horses, and must help again at the business. Luck smiled not this night.
Trucking and baggage loading finished together—our part of it, anyhow—and straightway we of the Staff were fallen in for a roll call. Three times was the roll run over before all were present.
It looked as though we should have breathing space at last, and I found I was hungry and borrowed a couple of shillings. But there was no chance of feasting. The hour of departure approached. There were signs of it everywhere. The platform did not empty of people; but men stood about in groups and drew arms across foreheads and flipped107 the perspiration108 on to the ground. No further space of freedom was given us. “Right turn! Left wheel! Quick march!” and away we went towards our carriage in the train.
“Aboard there, aboard,” came the order.
We scrambled110 and pushed through the narrow doorway111 like schoolboys. The carriage proved a second-class undivided place, not overclean. The odour of natives clung to it yet. There was a scramble109 for seats. I was left one near the centre of the carriage, under a dingy112 light, but close to a window looking out on things. The men began to rid themselves of the marching gear which weighed as the nether113 millstone. There were seats for all, and there was little room for any. Thus started anew perennial114 argument. By the[88] time gear was stacked we were no better than sardines115.
This business of settling took time; and events must have moved rapidly on the platform, for without warning Sands himself appeared on a final tour of inspection116, to tell us the train started in a few minutes, and to threaten anyone leaving the apartment with immediate17 arrest. Then he went away to his own carriage.
A man with ancient pastry put his head in at the door, and loud bargaining and a good deal of pushing was the order of the moment. The clamour still went on as a whistle sounded: on the first whistle came a second; and then arose the noise of lifted breaks, of turning wheels; and there followed a jerk and other jerks—behold, we were moving into the dark, and the station was falling behind. Far abroad went a cheer, while a hundred arms waved from the windows: and then we had drawn out of the station and were jolting through the night.
There followed immediately on all this tumult some strange moments of pause, as though the knowledge had fallen on us that we were starting a journey which would be the last for many good fellows. But those moments were no more than moments, and men began to find their seats, to overlook their gear again and even to get supper out. At the end of five minutes a noisy order reigned117. We were bumping through the town, and I looked from the window to see lights come and go; and to catch odd scenes, such as a house set in a garden of palms, a level crossing where[89] waited a native and his camel in lazy patience; a glimpse of water flecked with the images of stars.
From the town we passed to the suburbs, always gaining speed; we left the suburbs behind and drew into flat open country. Here were no lights for guidance, and the night was dark. I could make out little of what passed; but here and there shadows pointed118 to the sky, and vague huts and hamlets sped into the square of light and out again.
But I tired soon enough and instead got ready supper. We had our iron rations119, that was all—tins of bully120 beef and biscuits—only I had remembered a last tin of sardines, and I fared well. We loitered over supper, and afterwards many started to gamble, and as many went off to sleep. Apart from the arguments of the card-players, there was little talking done: nobody talked for talking’s sake. The train rumbled121 on through the night, until it might have travelled all Africa. I found myself yawning. I was cramped122, especially about the legs; but it is an uneasy seat that stops the old dog sleeping. I began to yawn and lay back, and soon I was drowsy123, and next I nodded. Farther and farther through the night jerked and clanged the train; and I would start to life and see the rowdy gamblers, and the other men who dozed124 like myself. Next anew in drowsiness125 I sank. At last I must have fallen asleep.
As the stars paled before a cheerless dawn and circulation and spirit were at lowest ebb126, the train drew up and emptied us on to the platform of Alexandria. Such is a soldier’s fortune.
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There were last night’s doings to repeat. We stumbled on to the platform, bag and baggage, to be fallen in without ado. The roll was called. On all horizons the sky was cold and grey, and last stars faded in it. Yet while we stood there, looking sleepily up, faint colour crept into the East, and grew with the minutes, painting a picture of a forest of masts and a score of great sails of native boats. But this was not an hour of admiration127. “’Shun! Right turn! Quick march!” was our portion, and away the gallant128 band marched to untruck horses, to gather up saddles and other gear, to perform endless fatigues129. Daylight was abroad long before we finished. Then there remained watering and feeding—but no talk of breakfast for us.
The harbour was filled with transports, and many ships stood out to sea. All signs were here of a mighty130 expedition. From train to wharf131 where lay our boat was short distance, and all things were collected there at last.
The transport was a-hum with business. Cranes screamed and rattled, and men swarmed132 the decks, or ran up and down the gangways. She was the s.s. Hindoo, a good-looking vessel133. Already she was three parts loaded, and she would sail that night. The wharf where she lay was blocked past belief with horses, guns, and limbers and all the baggage of war. Left of us, a French mule134 corps135 had collected; and past it was a French airship transport corps.
But why recall that day? We were loaded by evening, and about our ears fell the rattling of[91] the dripping anchors. I stood on deck above the emptying wharf. And the Colonel passing by said, “We are off, Lake.” Foot by foot we drew out from land: fathom136 by fathom widened the band of water. In middle harbour we turned about, and steamed to the open sea. The lights of land went out: Africa was no more. The screw thumped137 and churned, and we moved into the ocean towards an unknown anchorage.
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