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CONTENTS

PREFACE

CHAPTER I. THE THEATRE OF WAR

CHAPTER II. THE MALAKAND CAMPS

CHAPTER III. THE OUTBREAK

CHAPTER IV. THE ATTACK ON THE MALAKAND

CHAPTER V. THE RELIEF OF CHAKDARA

CHAPTER VI. THE DEFENCE OF CHAKDARA

CHAPTER VII. THE GATE OF SWAT

CHAPTER VIII. THE ADVANCE AGAINST THE MOHMANDS

CHAPTER IX. RECONNAISSANCE

CHAPTER X. THE MARCH TO NAWAGAI

CHAPTER XI. THE ACTION OF THE MAMUND VALLEY, 16TH SEPTEMBER

CHAPTER XII. AT INAYAT KILA

CHAPTER XIII. NAWAGAI

CHAPTER XIV. BACK TO THE MAMUND VALLEY

CHAPTER XV. THE WORK OF THE CAVALRY

CHAPTER XVI. SUBMISSION

CHAPTER XVII. MILITARY OBSERVATIONS

CHAPTER XVIII. AND LAST... THE RIDDLE OF THE FRONTIER

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PREFACE
"According to the fair play of the world,
Let me have an audience."

"King John," Act v., Sc. 2.
On general grounds I deprecate prefaces. I have always thought that if an author cannot make friends with the reader, and explain his objects, in two or three hundred pages, he is not likely to do so in fifty lines. And yet the temptation of speaking a few words behind the scenes, as it were, is so strong that few writers are able to resist it. I shall not try.
While I was attached to the Malakand Field Force I wrote a series of letters for the London Daily Telegraph. The favourable manner in which these letters were received, encouraged me to attempt a more substantial work. This volume is the result.
The original letters have been broken up, and I have freely availed myself of all passages, phrases, and facts, that seemed appropriate. The views they contained have not been altered, though several opinions and expressions, which seemed mild in the invigorating atmosphere of a camp, have been modified, to suit the more temperate climate of peace.
I have to thank many gallant officers for the assistance they have given me in the collection of material. They have all asked me not to mention their names, but to accede to this request would be to rob the story of the Malakand Field Force of all its bravest deeds and finest characters.
The book does not pretend to deal with the complications of the frontier question, nor to present a complete summary of its phases and features. In the opening chapter I have tried to describe the general character of the numerous and powerful tribes of the Indian Frontier. In the last chapter I have attempted to apply the intelligence of a plain man to the vast mass of expert evidence, which on this subject is so great that it baffles memory and exhausts patience. The rest is narrative, and in it I have only desired to show the reader what it looked like.
As I have not been able to describe in the text all the instances of conduct and courage which occurred, I have included in an appendix the official despatches.
The impartial critic will at least admit that I have not insulted the British public by writing a party pamphlet on a great Imperial question. I have recorded the facts as they occurred, and the impressions as they arose, without attempting to make a case against any person or any policy. Indeed, I fear that assailing none, I may have offended all. Neutrality may degenerate into an ignominious isolation. An honest and unprejudiced attempt to discern the truth is my sole defence, as the good opinion of the reader has been throughout my chief aspiration, and can be in the end my only support.
Winston S. Churchill
Cavalry Barracks,
Bangalore, 30th December, 1897

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  • Publication date: 10/1/2012
  • Pages: 222
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Sir Winston Churchill was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1953 “for his mastery of historical and biographical description as well as for brilliant oratory in defending exalted human values.”

Over a 64-year span, Churchill published over 40 books, many multi-volume definitive accounts of historical events to which he was a witness and participant. All are beautifully written and as accessible and relevant today as when first published.

During his fifty-year political career, Churchill served twice as Prime Minister in addition to other prominent positions—including President of the Board of Trade, First Lord of the Admiralty, Chancellor of the Exchequer, and Home Secretary. In the 1930s, Churchill was one of the first to recognize the danger of the rising Nazi power in Germany and to campaign for rearmament in Britain. His leadership and inspired broadcasts and speeches during World War II helped strengthen British resistance to Adolf Hitler—and played an important part in the Allies’ eventual triumph.

One of the most inspiring wartime leaders of modern history, Churchill was also an orator, a historian, a journalist, and an artist. All of these aspects of Churchill are fully represented in this collection of his works.
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The Story of the Malakand Field Force


By WINSTON CHURCHILL

Dover Publications, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Dover Publications, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-0-486-17025-1



CHAPTER 1

The Theatre of War

The Ghilzaie chief wrote answer: "Our paths are narrow and steep.
The sun burns fierce in the valleys, and the snow-fed streams run deep;
So a stranger needs safe escort, and the oath of a valiant friend."

"The Amir's Message," Sir A. LYALL


The Scenery—The Flora and Fauna—The People—Their Weapons—Their Disposition—The Ambitious Pathan—Quarrels with the British—Their Honour—A Redeeming Feature—The Darker Side—The Other Point of View—The Scale of the Work—Its Scope—Its Objects.


ALL along the north and north-west frontiers of India lie the Himalayas, the greatest disturbance of the earth's surface that the convulsions of chaotic periods have produced. Nearly four hundred miles in breadth and more than sixteen hundred in length, this mountainous region divides the great plains of the south from those of Central Asia, and parts as a channel separates opposing shores, the Eastern Empire of Great Britain from that of Russia. The western end of this tumult of ground is formed by the peaks of the Hindu Kush, to the south of which is the scene of the story these pages contain. The Himalayas are not a line, but a great country of mountains. By one who stands on some lofty pass or commanding point in Dir, Swat or Bajaur, range after range is seen as the long surges of an Atlantic swell, and in the distance some glittering snow peak suggests a white-crested roller, higher than the rest. The drenching rains which fall each year have washed the soil from the sides of the hills until they have become strangely grooved by numberless water-courses, and the black primeval rock is everywhere exposed. The silt and sediment have filled the valleys which lie between, and made their surface sandy, level and broad. Again the rain has cut wide, deep and constantly-changing channels through this soft deposit; great gutters, which are sometimes seventy feet deep and two or three hundred yards across. These are the nullahs. Usually the smaller ones are dry, and the larger occupied only by streams; but in the season of the rains, abundant water pours down all, and in a few hours the brook has become an impassable torrent, and the river swelled into a rolling flood which caves the banks round which it swirls, and cuts the channel deeper year by year.

From the level plain of the valleys the hills rise abruptly. Their steep and rugged slopes are thickly strewn with great rocks, and covered with coarse, rank grass. Scattered pines grow on the higher ridges. In the water-courses the chenar, the beautiful eastern variety of the plane tree of the London squares and Paris boulevards, is occasionally found, and when found, is, for its pleasant shade, regarded with grateful respect. Reaching far up the sides of the hills are tiers of narrow terraces, chiefly the work of long-forgotten peoples, which catch the soil that the rain brings down, and support crops of barley and maize. The rice fields along both banks of the stream display a broad, winding strip of vivid green, which gives the eye its only relief from the sombre colours of the mountains.

In the spring, indeed, the valleys are brightened by many flowers—wild tulips, peonies, crocuses and several kinds of polyanthus; and among the fruits the water melon, some small grapes and mulberries are excellent, although in their production, nature is unaided by culture. But during the campaign, which these pages describe, the hot sun of the summer had burnt up all the flowers, and only a few splendid butterflies, whose wings of blue and green change colour in the light, like shot silk, contrasted with the sternness of the landscape.

The valleys are nevertheless by no means barren. The soil is fertile, the rains plentiful, and a considerable proportion of ground is occupied by cultivation, and amply supplies the wants of the inhabitants.

The streams are full of fish, both trout and mahseer. By the banks teal, widgeon and wild duck, and in some places, snipe, are plentiful. Chikor, a variety of partridge, and several sorts of pheasants, are to be obtained on the hills.

Among the wild animals of the region the hunter may pursue the black or brown mountain bear, an occasional leopard, markhor, and several varieties of wild goat, sheep and antelope. The smaller quadrupeds include hares and red foxes, not unlike the British breed, only with much brighter coats, and several kinds of rats, some of which are very curious and rare. Destitute of beauty but not without use, the scaly ant-eater is frequently seen; but the most common of all the beasts is an odious species of large lizard, nearly three feet long, which resembles a flabby-skinned crocodile and feeds on carrion. Domestic fowls, goats, sheep and oxen, with the inevitable vulture, and an occasional eagle, complete the fauna.

Over all is a bright blue sky and powerful sun. Such is the scenery of the theatre of war.

The inhabitants of these wild but wealthy valleys are of many tribes, but of similar character and condition. The abundant crops which a warm sun and copious rains raise from a fertile soil, support a numerous population in a state of warlike leisure. Except at the times of sowing and of harvest, a continual state of feud and strife prevails throughout the land. Tribe wars with tribe. The people of one valley fight with those of the next. To the quarrels of communities are added the combats of individuals. Khan assails khan, each supported by his retainers. Every tribesman has a blood feud with his neighbour. Every man's hand is against the other, and all against the stranger.

Nor are these struggles conducted with the weapons which usually belong to the races of such development. To the ferocity of the Zulu are added the craft of the Redskin and the marksmanship of the Boer. The world is presented with that grim spectacle, "the strength of civilisation without its mercy." At a thousand yards the traveller falls wounded by the well-aimed bullet of a breech-loading rifle. His assailant, approaching, hacks him to death with the ferocity of a South-Sea Islander. The weapons of the nineteenth century are in the hands of the savages of the Stone Age.

Every influence, every motive, that provokes the spirit of murder among men, impels these mountaineers to deeds of treachery and violence. The strong aboriginal propensity to kill, inherent in all human beings, has in these valleys been preserved in unexampled strength and vigour. That religion, which above all others was founded and propagated by the sword—the tenets and principles of which are instinct with incentives to slaughter and which in three continents has produced fighting breeds of men—stimulates a wild and merciless fanaticism. The love of plunder, always a characteristic of hill tribes, is fostered by the spectacle of opulence and luxury which, to their eyes, the cities and plains of the south display. A code of honour not less punctilious than that of old Spain, is supported by vendettas as implacable as those of Corsica.

In such a state of society, all property is held directly by main force. Every man is a soldier. Either he is the retainer of some khan—the man-at-arms of some feudal baron as it were—or he is a unit in the armed force of his village—the burgher of mediæval history. In such surroundings we may without difficulty trace the rise and fall of an ambitious Pathan. At first he toils with zeal and thrift as an agriculturist on that plot of ground which his family have held since they expelled some former owner. He accumulates in secret a sum of money. With this he buys a rifle from some daring thief, who has risked his life to snatch it from a frontier guard-house. He becomes a man to be feared. Then he builds a tower to his house and overawes those around him in the village. Gradually they submit to his authority. He might now rule the village; but he aspires still higher. He persuades or compels his neighbours to join him in an attack on the castle of a local khan. The attack succeeds. The khan flies or is killed: the castle captured. The retainers make terms with the conqueror. The land tenure is feudal. In return for their acres they follow their new chief to war. Were he to treat them worse than other khans treated their servants, they would sell their strong arms elsewhere. He treats them well. Others resort to him. He buys more rifles. He conquers two or three neighbouring khans. He has now become a power.

Many, perhaps all, states have been founded in a similar way, and it is by such steps that civilisation painfully stumbles through her earlier stages. But in these valleys the warlike nature of the people and their hatred of control, arrest the further progress of development. We have watched a man, able, thrifty, brave, fighting his way to power, absorbing, amalgamating, laying the foundations of a more complex and interdependent state of society. He has so far succeeded. But his success is now his ruin. A combination is formed against him. The surrounding chiefs and their adherents are assisted by the village populations. The ambitious Pathan, oppressed by numbers, is destroyed. The victors quarrel over the spoil, and the story closes, as it began, in bloodshed and strife.

The conditions of existence, that have been thus indicated, have naturally led to the dwelling-places of these tribes being fortified. If they are in the valley, they are protected by towers and walls loopholed for musketry. If in the hollows of the hills, they are strong by their natural position. In either case they are guarded by a hardy and martial people, well armed, brave, and trained by constant war.

This state of continual tumult has produced a habit of mind which recks little of injuries, holds life cheap and embarks on war with careless levity, and the tribesmen of the Afghan border afford the spectacle of a people, who fight without passion, and kill one another without loss of temper. Such a disposition, combined with an absolute lack of reverence for all forms of law and authority, and a complete assurance of equality, is the cause of their frequent quarrels with the British power. A trifle rouses their animosity. They make a sudden attack on some frontier post. They are repulsed. From their point of view the incident is closed. There has been a fair fight in which they have had the worst fortune. What puzzles them is that "the Sirkar" should regard so small an affair in a serious light. Thus the Mohmands cross the frontier and the action of Shabkadr is fought. They are surprised and aggrieved that the Government are not content with the victory, but must needs invade their territories, and impose punishment. Or again, the Mamunds, because a village has been burnt, assail the camp of the Second Brigade by night. It is a drawn game. They are astounded that the troops do not take it in good part.

They, when they fight among themselves, bear little malice, and the combatants not infrequently make friends over the corpses of their comrades or suspend operations for a festival or a horse race. At the end of the contest cordial relations are at once re-established. And yet so full of contradictions is their character, that all this is without prejudice to what has been written of their family vendettas and private blood feuds. Their system of ethics, which regards treachery and violence as virtues rather than vices, has produced a code of honour so strange and inconsistent, that it is incomprehensible to a logical mind. I have been told that if a white man could grasp it fully, and were to understand their mental impulses—if he knew, when it was their honour to stand by him, and when it was their honour to betray him; when they were bound to protect and when to kill him—he might, by judging his times and opportunities, pass safely from one end of the mountains to the other. But a civilised European is as little able to accomplish this, as to appreciate the feelings of those strange creatures, which, when a drop of water is examined under the microscope, are revealed amiably gobbling each other up, and being themselves complacently devoured.

I remark with pleasure, as an agreeable trait in the character of the Pathans, the immunity, dictated by a rude spirit of chivalry, which in their ceaseless brawling, their women enjoy. Many forts are built at some distance from any pool or spring. When these are besieged, the women are allowed by the assailants to carry water to the foot of the walls by night. In the morning the defenders come out and fetch it—of course under fire—and are enabled to continue their resistance. But passing from the military to the social aspect of their lives, the picture assumes an even darker shade, and is unrelieved by any redeeming virtue. We see them in their squalid, loopholed hovels, amid dirt and ignorance, as degraded a race as any on the fringe of humanity: fierce as the tiger, but less cleanly; as dangerous, not so graceful. Those simple family virtues, which idealists usually ascribe to primitive peoples, are conspicuously absent. Their wives and their womankind generally, have no position but that of animals. They are freely bought and sold, and are not infrequently bartered for rifles. Truth is unknown among them. A single typical incident displays the standpoint from which they regard an oath. In any dispute about a field boundary, it is customary for both claimants to walk round the boundary he claims, with a Koran in his hand, swearing that all the time he is walking on his own land. To meet the difficulty of a false oath, while he is walking over his neighbour's land, he puts a little dust from his own field into his shoes. As both sides are acquainted with the trick, the dismal farce of swearing is usually soon abandoned, in favour of an appeal to force.

All are held in the grip of miserable superstition. The power of the ziarat, or sacred tomb, is wonderful. Sick children are carried on the backs of buffaloes, sometimes sixty or seventy miles, to be deposited in front of such a shrine, after which they are carried back—if they survive the journey—in the same way. It is painful even to think of what the wretched child suffers in being thus jolted over the cattle tracks. But the tribesmen consider the treatment much more efficacious than any infidel prescription. To go to a ziarat and put a stick in the ground is sufficient to ensure the fulfilment of a wish. To sit swinging a stone or coloured glass ball, suspended by a string from a tree, and tied there by some fakir, is a sure method of securing a fine male heir. To make a cow give good milk, a little should be plastered on some favourite stone near the tomb of a holy man. These are but a few instances; but they may suffice to reveal a state of mental development at which civilisation hardly knows whether to laugh or weep.

Their superstition exposes them to the rapacity and tyranny of a numerous priesthood —"Mullahs," "Sahíbzàdas," "Akhundzàdas," "Fakirs,"—and a host of wandering Talib-ul-ilms, who correspond with the theological students in Turkey, live free at the expense of the people. More than this, they enjoy a sort of "droit du seigneur," and no man's wife or daughter is safe from them. Of some of their manners and morals it is impossible to write. As Macaulay has said of Wycherley's plays, "they are protected against the critics as a skunk is protected against the hunters." They are "safe, because too filthy to handle, and too noisome even to approach."

Yet the life even of these barbarous people is not without moments when the lover of the picturesque might sympathise with their hopes and fears. In the cool of the evening, when the sun has sunk behind the mountains of Afghanistan, and the valleys are filled with a delicious twilight, the elders of the village lead the way to the chenar trees by the water's side, and there, while the men are cleaning their rifles, or smoking their hookas, and the women are making rude ornaments from beads, and cloves, and nuts, the Mullah drones the evening prayer. Few white men have seen, and returned to tell the tale. But we may imagine the conversation passing from the prices of arms and cattle, the prospects of the harvest, or the village gossip, to the great Power, that lies to the southward, and comes nearer year by year. Perhaps some former Sepoy, of Beluchis or Pathans, will recount his adventures in the bazaars of Peshawar, or tell of the white officers he has followed and fought for in the past. He will speak of their careless bravery and their strange sports; of the far-reaching power of the Government, that never forgets to send his pension regularly as the months pass by; and he may even predict to the listening circle the day when their valleys will be involved in the comprehensive grasp of that great machine, and judges, collectors and commissioners shall ride to sessions at Ambeyla, or value the land tax on the soil of Nawagai. Then the Mullah will raise his voice and remind them of other days when the sons of the prophet drove the infidel from the plains of India, and ruled at Delhi, as wide an Empire as the Kafir holds to-day: when the true religion strode proudly through the earth and scorned to lie hidden and neglected among the hills: when mighty princes ruled in Bagdad, and all men knew that there was one God, and Mahomet was His prophet. And the young men hearing these things will grip their Martinis, and pray to Allah, that one day He will bring some Sahib—best prize of all—across their line of sight at seven hundred yards so that, at least, they may strike a blow for insulted and threatened Islam.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

I The Theatre of War 1

The Scenery

The Flora and Fauna

The People

Their Weapons

Their Disposition

The Ambitious Pathan

Quarrels with the British

Their Honour

A Redeeming Feature

The Darker Side

The Other Point of View

The Scale of the Work

Its Scope

Its Objects

II The Malakand Camps 11

Nowshera

The Road to the Malakand

At the Top of the Pass

The Camp

Life on the Frontier

The Swat Valley

The Chitral Road

The Retention of Chitral

III The Outbreak 26

The Causes

Prosperity

The Undercurrent

The Means

The Miracles

Rumours of War

Preparations

The Movable Column

The Storm Bursts

IV The Attack on the Malakand 35

The Surprise

The Defence of the Defile

“Rattray's Sikhs”

The Central Position

The Fight for the Quarter Guard

Lieutenant Costello, V.C.

Repulse of the Enemy

Casualties

Evacuation of the North Camp

Approach of Reinforcements

The Night of the 27th

The Serai

Lieutenant Climo's Counter Attack

Merciful Courage

The Night of the 29th

The Repulse of the Enemy

Casualties

V The Relief of Chakdara 57

The Force of Circumstances

Formation of the Malakand Field Force

Sir Bindon Blood

Chakdara in Danger

First Attempt to Relieve Chakdara

Arrival of the General

His Dispositions

The Key of the Position

The Morning of the 2nd of August

Rout of the Enemy

The Cavalry Pursuit

Vengeance

Chakdara Relieved

Casualties

VI The Defence of Chakdara 69

The Fort

The Warning

A Gallop Home

The First Attack

The Cavalry Dash

Continued Assaults

The Signal Tower

Exhaustion of the Defenders

Sepoy Prem Singh

Critical Situation

The Urgent Appeal

The Final Attack

The Cavalry to the Rescue

A Finish in Style

The Casualties

VII The Gate of Swat 82

Formation of the 3rd Brigade

The Marks of War

Submission of the Lower Swatis

The Special Force

The Action of Landakai

The Artillery Preparation

The Flank Attack

Capture of the Ridge

Pursuit

A Disastrous Incident

A Gallant Feat of Arms

The Victoria Cross

Knights of the Sword and Pen

Buddhist Remains

The Light of Other Days

Buner

Return of the Troops

VIII The Advance against the Mohmands 97

Causes of the Expedition

Summary of the Action of Shabkadr

The Forces Employed

General Plan of the Operations

Advance of the Malakand Field Force

The Passage of the Panjkora

Political Aspect of the Country

IX Reconnaissance 112

The Jandul Valley

The Seven Khans

Frontier Diplomacy

Bàrwa

An Afghan Napoleon

Unpractical Reflections

Under the Chenars

The Arms Question

Its Significance

The Utman Khel Passes

A Virgin Valley

A Successful “Bluff”

The Camp at Night

X The March to Nàwagai 124

March to Shumshuk

The First Shot

The Koh-i-Mohr

The Rambat Pass

The Watelai Valley

Night of the 14th of September

The Camp at Inàyat Kila

XI The Action of the Màmund Valley, 16th September 138

The Cavalry Skirmish

The Advance on Shahi-Tangi

The Counter Attack

Retirement down the Spur

Repulse of the Enemy

Second Attack and Capture of Shahi-Tangi

Darkness

The Guides to the Rescue

The Rearguard

The Night

XII At Inàyat Kila 153

The Relief of Bilot

The Story of the Night

Rest and Recuperation

Domodoloh

Zagai

Negotiations for Peace

The Situation

XIII Nàwagai 170

“The Light of Asia”

The Strategic Situation

Decision of the General

Rival Inducements

Alarums and Excursions

The Night Attack

The Casualties

Dismay of the Tribes

The Mohmand Field Force

Sir Pertab Singh

Polo as an Imperial Factor

Departure of the 3rd Brigade

XIV Back to the Màmund Valley 181

Dulce Domum

Reorganisation

The Peace Negotiations

Renewal of Hostilities

Destruction

Some Misconceptions

The Attack upon Agrah

The Royal West Kent

A Soldier's Fate

The Artillery

The Casualties

Reinforcements

Affair of 3rd October

The 10th Field Battery

The Compensations of War

XV The Work of the Cavalry 197

Progress of the Negotiations

Cavalry Skirmish, 6th October

General Résumé of Cavalry Work throughout the Campaign

The Neglect of British Cavalry

Departure of the R.W.K.

Health of British Infantry

Jàr, 9th October

“Sniping”

A Typical Night

Across the Panjkora

XVI Submission 208

Negotiations with the Màmunds

Surrender of Rifles

The Durbar

The Political Officers

The Last of Inàyat Kila

Matashah

Submission of the Salarzais

The Sikh and the Pathan: A Comparison

The Return to Malakand.

XVII Military Observations 219

Transport

Camps

Attacks

Retirements

Employment of Artillery

Signalling

The Dum-Dum Bullet

The Military Problem

The Young Soldier

Short Service

The Courage of the Soldier

XVIII And Last … The Riddle of the Frontier 234

The Question

The “Forward Policy”

Its Present Results

What might have been

Actuality

The Responsibility

At Sea

The Course

Silver v. Steel

Looking Backward

The End

Appendix. Extracts from Official Despatches 245

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