Colonial India & The North-West Frontier (1 Viewer)
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Life In The Raj #13
A British officer of Queen Victoria's imperial forces newly arrived in India with his family tours the historic sites with the aid of a native guide. A local photographer encourages them to have their picture taken to record the moment and to send back home to England.
A British officer of Queen Victoria's imperial forces newly arrived in India with his family tours the historic sites with the aid of a native guide. A local photographer encourages them to have their picture taken to record the moment and to send back home to England.
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One of my favourite Colonial periods
Great pictures Randy
Cheers
Martyn
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Check out the glossy Errol John Raj figures on this thread.
Do you know his work?
http://www.treefrogtreasures.com/forum/showthread.php?p=244782#post244782
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Great link Randy, I missed it first time around
I don't know his work but will check it out
Cheers
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Arithmetic on the Frontier
by Rudyard Kipling
Arithmetic on the Frontier was first published in Departmental Ditties and Other Verses in 1886. The poem was written
about the Second Anglo-Afghan war, describing the conflict between highly-educated British soldiers and poor tribesmen.
A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for seven years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe—
The flying bullet down the Pass,
That whistles clear: "All flesh is grass."
Three hundred pounds per annum spent
On making brain and body meeter
For all the murderous intent
Comprised in "villanous saltpetre [gunpowder]!"
And after—ask the Yusufzaies [NWF tribe]
What comes of all our 'ologies.
A scrimmage in a Border Station—
A canter down some dark defile—
Two thousand pounds of education
Drops to a ten-rupee jezail— [Afghan musket]
The Crammer's boast, the Squadron's pride,
Shot like a rabbit in a ride!
No proposition Euclid wrote,
No formulae the text-books know,
Will turn the bullet from your coat,
Or ward the tulwar's [curved sword](downward blow
Strike hard who cares—shoot straight who can—
The odds are on the cheaper man.
One sword-knot stolen from the camp
Will pay for all the school expenses
Of any Kurrum Valley [NWF]scamp
Who knows no word of moods and tenses,
But, being blessed with perfect sight,
Picks off our messmates left and right.
With home-bred hordes the hillsides teem,
The troop-ships bring us one by one,
At vast expense of time and steam,
To slay Afridis [Pashtun tribe] where they run.
The "captives of our bow and spear"
Are cheap—alas! as we are dear.
Illustrations: The Afridis
1. 19th C illustration
2. 19th C photograph of Afridi Fighters
3. Wm. Hocker set 10 "Afridis of the Khyber"
by Rudyard Kipling
Arithmetic on the Frontier was first published in Departmental Ditties and Other Verses in 1886. The poem was written
about the Second Anglo-Afghan war, describing the conflict between highly-educated British soldiers and poor tribesmen.
A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for seven years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe—
The flying bullet down the Pass,
That whistles clear: "All flesh is grass."
Three hundred pounds per annum spent
On making brain and body meeter
For all the murderous intent
Comprised in "villanous saltpetre [gunpowder]!"
And after—ask the Yusufzaies [NWF tribe]
What comes of all our 'ologies.
A scrimmage in a Border Station—
A canter down some dark defile—
Two thousand pounds of education
Drops to a ten-rupee jezail— [Afghan musket]
The Crammer's boast, the Squadron's pride,
Shot like a rabbit in a ride!
No proposition Euclid wrote,
No formulae the text-books know,
Will turn the bullet from your coat,
Or ward the tulwar's [curved sword](downward blow
Strike hard who cares—shoot straight who can—
The odds are on the cheaper man.
One sword-knot stolen from the camp
Will pay for all the school expenses
Of any Kurrum Valley [NWF]scamp
Who knows no word of moods and tenses,
But, being blessed with perfect sight,
Picks off our messmates left and right.
With home-bred hordes the hillsides teem,
The troop-ships bring us one by one,
At vast expense of time and steam,
To slay Afridis [Pashtun tribe] where they run.
The "captives of our bow and spear"
Are cheap—alas! as we are dear.
Illustrations: The Afridis
1. 19th C illustration
2. 19th C photograph of Afridi Fighters
3. Wm. Hocker set 10 "Afridis of the Khyber"
