Catharine Grace Loch, Royal Red Cross, Senior Lady Superintendent Queen Alexandra's Military Nursing Service for India : a memoir / edited by A.F. Bradshaw.

  • Loch, Catharine Grace, 1854-1904.
Date:
1905
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Credit: Catharine Grace Loch, Royal Red Cross, Senior Lady Superintendent Queen Alexandra's Military Nursing Service for India : a memoir / edited by A.F. Bradshaw. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    killed, and the Ilassanzais have pledged themselves not to allow any remnant there may be lurking in the moun- tains, to return or settle again. I believe the Chagarzais the neighbouring tribe will not receive them eithei-. The names o£ these tribes with terminations all alike remind me of the Ilittites, the Amorites and tlie Jebu- sites in the Bible. They all talk a language called Pashtu. We got back to Kunbar just at dark, and by invitation dined with General Galljraith and the Staff, and had a very pleasant evening. The moonlight was bright, songs were sung—one of them the ^ Waeht am Rhein h The dining-table had to be set on the top of Musalman tombstones, with others sticking u]) all round. The following evening not a white man was left in the eountr^'^, and probably no white man will even see it again for years. We climbed back to our tents, where we felt delightfully perched uj) and out of the world, with the sound all night of the rushing stream below, quite different from the deep roar of the Indus. We started next morning at daybreak to try to get ahead of the returning regiments, which made the narrow road by the river a living stream of men and baggage mules the whole day. For the first time since I have been in India I heard singing birds, bulbuls, which sing beauti- fully. We got blocked half-way and nearly smothered in dust. However, just in the thick of it we got an invitation to breakfast, and very jolly it was. Dr. Deakin, of one of the native regiments, had halted in that spot on top of a rock, and was our host. At last we got back to Darband very tired about noon; and I was so glad to hear that a British soldier who had gone mad at Kunhar, and escaped in shirt and trousers, and with-