For Name and Fame

For Name and Fame, by G. A. Henty,

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Title: For Name and Fame Or Through Afghan Passes
Author: G. A. Henty

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FOR NAME AND FAME
Or Through Afghan Passes
by
G. A. HENTY.

Contents
Preface.
Chapter 1
: The Lost Child.
Chapter 2
: The Foundling.
Chapter 3
: Life On A Smack.
Chapter 4
: Run Down.
Chapter 5
: The Castaways.
Chapter 6
: The Attack On The Village.
Chapter 7
: The Fight With The Prahus.
Chapter 8
: The Torpedo.
Chapter 9
: The Advance Into Afghanistan.
Chapter 10
: The Peiwar-Khotal.
Chapter 11
: A Prisoner.
Chapter 12
: The Advance Up The Khyber.
Chapter 13
: The Massacre At Cabul.
Chapter 14
: The Advance Upon Cabul.
Chapter 15
: The Fighting Round Cabul.
Chapter 16
: The Fight In The Pass.
Chapter 17
: At Candahar.
Chapter 18
: On The Helmund.
Chapter 19
: The Battle Of Maiwand.
Chapter 20
: Candahar.
Chapter 21
: The Battle Of Candahar.
Chapter 22
: At Home At Last.
Illustrations
Sam Dickson finds little Willie Gale. Will and Hans in Search of a Shelter. Captain Herbert saved. William Gale in the hands of the Afghans. One of the Gunpowder Magazines had Exploded. Letters from the General. Will saves Colonel Ripon. Gundi carried by the Bayonet.

Preface.
In following the hero of this story through the last Afghan war, you will be improving your acquaintance with a country which is of supreme importance to the British Empire and, at the same time, be able to trace the operations by which Lord Roberts made his great reputation as a general, and a leader of men. Afghanistan stands as a line between the two great empires of England and Russia; and is likely, sooner or later, to become the scene of a tremendous struggle between these nations. Happily, at the present time the Afghans are on our side. It is true that we have warred with, and beaten them; but our retirement, after victory, has at least shown them that we have no desire to take their country while, on the other hand, they know that for those races upon whom Russia has once laid her hand there is no escape.
In these pages you will see the strength and the weakness of these wild people of the mountains; their strength lying in their personal bravery, their determination to preserve their freedom at all costs, and the nature of their country. Their weakness consists in their want of organization, their tribal jealousies, and their impatience of regular habits and of the restraint necessary to render them good soldiers. But, when led and organized by English officers, there are no better soldiers in the world; as is proved by the splendid services which have been rendered by the frontier force, which is composed almost entirely of Afghan tribesmen.
Their history shows that defeat has little moral effect upon them. Crushed one day, they will rise again the next; scattered--it would seem hopelessly--they are ready to reassemble, and renew the conflict, at the first summons of their chiefs. Guided by British advice, led by British officers and, it may be, paid by British gold, Afghanistan is likely to prove an invaluable ally to us, when the day comes that Russia believes herself strong enough to move forward towards the goal of all her hopes and efforts, for the last fifty years--the conquest of India.
G. A. Henty.
Chapter 1
: The Lost Child.
"My poor pets!" a lady exclaimed, sorrowfully; "it is too bad. They all knew me so well; and ran to meet me, when they saw me coming; and seemed really pleased to see me, even when I had no food to give them."
"Which was not often, my dear," Captain Ripon--her husband--said. "However it is, as you say, too bad; and I will bring the fellow to justice, if I can. There are twelve prize fowls--worth a couple of guineas apiece, not to mention the fact of their being pets of yours--stolen, probably by tramps; who will eat them, and for whom the commonest barn-door chickens would have done as well. There are marks of blood in two or three places, so they have evidently been killed for food. The house was locked up last night, all right; for you see they got in by breaking in a panel of the door.
"Robson, run down to the village, at once, and tell the policeman to come up here; and ask if any gypsies, or tramps, have been