But I had talked with the men of Sobraon , of Chilianwallah , of Moodkee and Ferozeshah . I said : `` Abide a little and the wind turns . There is no blessing in this work . '' In those days I rode seventy miles with an English Memsahib and her babe on my saddle-bow . -LRB- Wow ! That was a horse fit for a man ! -RRB- I placed them in safety , and back came I to my officer -- the one that was not killed of our five . `` Give me work , '' said I , `` for I am an outcast among my own kind , and my cousin 's blood is wet on my sabre . '' `` Be content , '' said he . `` There is great work forward . When this madness is over there is a recompense . '' ' ` Ay , there is a recompense when the madness is over , surely ? ' the lama muttered half to himself . ` They did not hang medals in those days on all who by accident had heard a gun fired . No ! In nineteen pitched battles was I ; in six-and-forty skirmishes of horse ; and in small affairs without number . Nine wounds I bear ; a medal and four clasps and the medal of an Order , for my captains , who are now generals , remembered me when the Kaisar-i-Hind had accomplished fifty years of her reign , and all the land rejoiced . They said : `` Give him the Order of Berittish India . '' I carry it upon my neck now . I have also my jaghir -LSB- holding -RSB- from the hands of the State -- a free gift to me and mine .
The men of the old XXXXX -- they are now Commissioners -- come riding to me through the crops -- high upon horses so that all the village sees -- and we talk out the old skirmishes , one dead man 's name leading to another . '
Ferozeshah Kaisar-i-Hind Memsahib Moodkee accident clasps days lama saddle-bow years