Showing posts with label Dharamsala. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dharamsala. Show all posts

Monday, 18 November 2024

One man was defined not by his rank or his manner of death, but simply with the bald words: ‘A Wykehamist’

[in Dharamsala] Streams of sunlight shot through the stained glass windows behind him, and ton to the stone tablets which remembered earlier members of the congregation; soldiers, traders and tea planters, dead from dysentery or fever . A lieutenant has been ‘mauled by a bear’. While a captain had died with his ‘faithful servant’ by his side. One man was defined not by his rank or his manner of death, but simply with the bald words: ‘A Wykehamist’

P. French, Younghusband (1992), 21