AUGUST, 1917. Balmy days, as you may recall, for the Ceylon Com-pany and the Anglo-Indian Arms. The 6th (Poona) Rifles have landed at Fao and chased the Sultan up through his crumbling forts on the Tigris, howling behind him like the loosed inmates of Bedlam. The Ottoman 38th, put to school under General Nixon, lies strewn now across the sands in ones and twos. Their commander has presented himself alone and barefoot at the gates of the capital, and will shoot himself there before the
week is out.The Company, in fine, is having a good run so far in Mesopotamia. And as the Near-East sun salaams to the tents and pavilions of her Indian guests, as the sentries chal-lenge a young rider on the Basra Road, we find Lieutenant-General Sir John Nixon, our red-phized John Bull, commander of the Company armies in the the-ater, behaving precisely as he would at this hour at his club in Madras. Which is to say, he has got himself staggering tight.
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Sir John sifts through old in-telligence reports, German propa-ganda fliers and bawdy prints from France, alternately scowling over one or another or holding them to the light . . .which is strictly for show, you understand. Reading is out of the question for a man with this much liquor on board. Anyway, he has left his reading glasses at can-tonments in India.Seated beside General Nixon is
his second, a Major-General Sir Charles Townshend, K.C.B., still known in 1917 as the hero of Chi-tral Fort. Like Nixon, Sir Charles
is regaling himself with Kabul whiskey, an unholy brand of arrack or palm wine browned with tobacco juice. Unlike Nixon, Sir Charles is making no other pretense of effort.It is easyit is temptingto see nothing out of the way here. Just two
officers of the Company, taking their ease in the approved manner, as lit-tle excited as two bachelor baronets (which they are) whiling the evening at some country shooting lodge (which youre aware this is not).But stay a moment. You may
find the quiet a bit too perfect, and not just in the commanders tent: silence, you will observe, overhangs the camp like a pall. And now youll see Sir John is shifting in his seat, gnawing a section of his lip, his face flushed not just with drink but with a strain of effort, as though he were struggling to subdue his thoughts.
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A Passage to Shambhala
Youll see that even the mild eyes of Sir Charles apprehend the view outside with something like dread. For the road to Baghdad is long, gentle reader, and the signs are ev-
erywhere tonight that Nixon and Townshend are headed the wrong way on it.There is an Ottoman division, for one, whispered coming south from
the Dardanelles at speed. Two thousand fighting Turkmen sprung from their trenches at Gallipoli, with a vanguard reported already at Al-Shar, just a days march north of Nixons position. Berlin, too, has issued a rather lurid account of the Hindu-Christian crusade under way on the Ti-gris, and the German propaganda seems to have run the width of Araby. Jihadis from as far away as Palestine and the Caspian coast are arriving at Al-Shar with the Kaisers broadsheets in hand. And it is said there are Jangalis from the Persian Plateau, Kurds from the Zagros foothills, Tatars from the Caucasus and all manner of loose elements from the Empty Quarter poking in to see what the racket is.
It may be that Lord Pomeroy, Director of the Ceylon Company, Viceroy and Governor-General of India, has reached too deep into the desert this time. He may find, and quickly, that he has ventured too small a
force, or stretched their lines of supply too far. Certainly this is the prevailing opinion at Mus-allam, where the young men on picket can already hear the drums of Mohammedan armies, borne into camp on the wind. . . .
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