For Name and Fame

For Name and Fame, by G. A.
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Title: For Name and Fame Or Through Afghan Passes
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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