author - "Winston Churchill"
rtain: there has been fierce fighting in Natal, and, under Heaven, we have held our own: perhaps more. 'Boers defeated.' Let us thank God for that. The brave garrisons have repelled the invaders. The luck has turned at last. The crisis is over, and the army now on the seas may move with measured strides to effect a final settlement that is both wise and just. In that short message eighteen years of heartburnings are healed. The abandoned colonist, the shamed soldier, the 'cowardly Englishman,' the white flag, the 'How about Majuba?'--all gone for ever. At last--'the Boers defeated.' Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
So Sir Penn Symons is killed! Well, no one would have laid down his life more gladly in such a cause. Twenty years ago the merest chance saved him from the massacre at Isandhlwana, and Death promoted him in an afternoon from subaltern to senior captain. Thenceforward his rise was rapid. He commanded the First Division of the Tirah Expeditionary Force among the mountains with prudent skill. His brigad
avery of the aboriginals is outweighed by the intelligence of theinvaders and their superior force of character. During the secondcentury of the Mohammedan era, when the inhabitants of Arabia went forthto conquer the world, one adventurous army struck south. The firstpioneers were followed at intervals by continual immigrations of Arabsnot only from Arabia but also across the deserts from Egypt and Marocco.The element thus introduced has spread and is spreading throughout theSoudan, as water soaks into a dry sponge. The aboriginals absorbed theinvaders they could not repel. The stronger race imposed its customs andlanguage on the negroes. The vigour of their blood sensibly altered thefacial appearance of the Soudanese. For more than a thousand years theinfluence of Mohammedanism, which appears to possess a strangefascination for negroid races, has been permeating the Soudan, and,although ignorance and natural obstacles impede the progress of newideas, the whole of the black race is gradually ado
rtain: there has been fierce fighting in Natal, and, under Heaven, we have held our own: perhaps more. 'Boers defeated.' Let us thank God for that. The brave garrisons have repelled the invaders. The luck has turned at last. The crisis is over, and the army now on the seas may move with measured strides to effect a final settlement that is both wise and just. In that short message eighteen years of heartburnings are healed. The abandoned colonist, the shamed soldier, the 'cowardly Englishman,' the white flag, the 'How about Majuba?'--all gone for ever. At last--'the Boers defeated.' Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
So Sir Penn Symons is killed! Well, no one would have laid down his life more gladly in such a cause. Twenty years ago the merest chance saved him from the massacre at Isandhlwana, and Death promoted him in an afternoon from subaltern to senior captain. Thenceforward his rise was rapid. He commanded the First Division of the Tirah Expeditionary Force among the mountains with prudent skill. His brigad
avery of the aboriginals is outweighed by the intelligence of theinvaders and their superior force of character. During the secondcentury of the Mohammedan era, when the inhabitants of Arabia went forthto conquer the world, one adventurous army struck south. The firstpioneers were followed at intervals by continual immigrations of Arabsnot only from Arabia but also across the deserts from Egypt and Marocco.The element thus introduced has spread and is spreading throughout theSoudan, as water soaks into a dry sponge. The aboriginals absorbed theinvaders they could not repel. The stronger race imposed its customs andlanguage on the negroes. The vigour of their blood sensibly altered thefacial appearance of the Soudanese. For more than a thousand years theinfluence of Mohammedanism, which appears to possess a strangefascination for negroid races, has been permeating the Soudan, and,although ignorance and natural obstacles impede the progress of newideas, the whole of the black race is gradually ado