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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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AUGUST, 19117. Balmy days, as yyyyoooou mmayy rreecalll, for the Ceyyyylllonn CCCoommm--pany and tthhe Annnggglo-Indian AArmss. The 6th (Poona) Rifflleees have landdeeedd aaatt Fao and chased the Sultan up through his crumbling forts on the TTTiiigggrrriiisss,, howling behind him likkee the loosed iinnnmmates of Bedlam. The Ottooommmmaaannn 38th, put to school undder Geneeeerrrral Nixon, lies streewwn nnow acrosss thee ssaaannnddddsss in ones and twossss. TTTheir commander has presented himmmsseellfff aalloonnee aaannnddd bbarrreeefoot at the gates of the capppital, aaannnddd wwwill sshhoooot himmmmmmssself therrreee bbbeeefffooorrreee ttthhhee

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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 easy—it is tempting—to 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 you’re 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 you’ll 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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his ssseeecccond,, a MMajor-Generall Sir Charrlles Townshend, K.C.B., still known in 1917 as the hero of Chi-tral Fort. Like Nixon, Sir Charles

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You’ll 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 day’s march north of Nixon’s 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 Kaiser’s 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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Yet there are other sounds at Musallam, too. And if the men are merely quiet—if they have not yet deserted out-

right—you may credit another rumor that has come in with the late watches.

A mixed detail of sepoy and Midlands companies (and they all are mixed now, irrecoverably) had returned to camp short one lieutenant of grenadiers, you see. Questioned by the relieving officer, men of the detail had

proved ‘indisposed to speak, not to say dodgy,’ and the mystery of the missing grenadier was not solved

till he had rolled with an empty bottle of eau-de-viefrom a credenza in the enlisted mess, rather surprising a

steward who was laying tables for breakfast. The grenadier’s testimony had perforce been slight and not of the

clearest, but he seemed to have witnessed a company of cavalry skirting the camp by night, some two-score men wildly turned out and bristling with weapons, heading north and bent (according to the grenadier) on ‘Satan’s earthly errands.’ It was demonstrated that the name Ogden, pro-

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nounced in the grenadier’s hearing, would send him into a kind of fugue; but he’d little more to add, and on sobering he had ceased to speak alto-gether. His fellows on picket had denied his account out of hand and rec-ommended him for discipline at Fao, but by now the camp were readying an advance, and the inquest was closed without any finding as to Ogdens or phantom cavalrymen. Thus, anyway, for the matter on record.

Now, Lord Pomeroy is known—is believed, I should say—to have char-tered a company of deserters and mutineers under a man called John Ogden (brother of the same Arthur Ogden we have met in these pages). The Fifth Dragoon Guards—known widely as ‘Ogden’s Horse,’ and as utter devils—are said to represent just forty-odd men from the frontiers of India, yet they are credited with horrors out of counting on five con-tinents and on the ships at sea. And though Pomeroy disclaims any knowledge of Ogden’s dragoons, he is believed capable of raising them at any time and in all corners of the empire, like his own djinn of the lamp.

It may be, then, that he has conjured these men once more for his Mes-opotamian venture. Certainly the number counted by the grenadier, and their appearance, and the state of the witness—these were all consistent with the Fifth’s reputation. They might be reducing Al-Shar at this very

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hour, beating a path north for Nixon’s advance. Though again, as Nixon

must reflect, they would be as apt to wait and train their guns at him, for

this was their reputation also. . . .

In any event—and here is the point—Nixon has been ordered ahead

without delay. It is this fact rising out of all his calculations and looming

incontrovertibly over all these shades and rumors. Tomorrow, Sir John

will march into whatever happy mess the fates have prepared for him.

And if his little expeditionary force isn’t swallowed whole, if he doesn’t

end his war on the Sultan’s rack or pegged out on the roadside by Ogden

and his merry band, he will be spurred on to Baghdad, where Pomeroy

would have him by the Christmas holiday, leading a choir of Imams in

‘Silent Night,’ I do not doubt.

It is an unhealthy and undignified state of affairs all round, thinks Sir

John, who was still entertaining ideas this morning of a leisurely run to

the capital, a tour of the landmarks, laurels from H.R.H., speeches and

portraits, &c. &c. And who by now, if you must know, has had quite all

the Mesopotamia he needs for this life.

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