So ‘ere’s to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your ‘ome in the Soudan
So ‘ere’s to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your ‘ome in the SoudanYou’re a pore benighted ‘eathen but a first-class fightin’ man.
You’re a pore benighted ‘eathen but a first-class fightin’ man.Rudyard Kipling
Jack checked his watch, swore when he realised he had neglected to wind it, and looked up when Sarsens shouted a warning.
“Here they come again!”
The Hadendoa had gathered their courage and returned to the attack, not in dozens and scores, but thousands. They emerged from behind the ridge and, after the British repelled their initial rush with musketry, came a second time. Rather than expose themselves to the massed rifles, the Hadendoa ran from cover to cover, hiding behind the thorn bushes and in the folds of dead ground. The sea
