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Explorer, Edwin Lord Weeks - The author of this book, Edwin Lord Weeks, occupies a
unique position in the pantheon of Long Rider heroes. There are more famous
equestrian explorers, more prolific writers. Yet no one ever documented the
world of horse travel quite like this Artist-Explorer. Born into a wealthy
New England family, Weeks left Boston in the early 1870s in search of
artistic training and adventure. He found them both in Paris. The young
American studied with the finest artists of his day, developing a style
devoted to absolute realism and love of colour. Then, armed with his palette
and passport, Weeks set off to paint the dangerous portions of the world.
His first daring journey took him to a forbidden section of Morocco in 1878,
where he escaped being killed “by the skin of my teeth.” Back in his Paris
studio, Weeks produced large paintings depicting the Oriental mystery and
glamour he had witnessed in Morocco. With his beautiful paintings now
hanging in prestigious Paris salons, the young painter’s fame was assured.
Yet it was his equestrian journey from Persia to India that provided Weeks
with the material, not only for a superb equestrian travel book, but the
magnificent paintings of mythical India which assured him of artistic
immortality. Accompanied by the noted travel writer, Theodore Child, the
young adventurers set off in 1892 to ride more than a thousand miles from
Trebizond to Bushire. During the course of their journey the two friends
encountered a bevy of bad lodgings, bandits, and even death. For ultimately
only Weeks managed to ride into India, after having lost his companion to
the terrors of the trail. Though the brilliant expatriate artist went on to
produce some of the most celebrated Indian paintings ever done, his
beautifully written account of the equestrian journey which inspired his
masterpieces, has been largely forgotten for more than a hundred years.
Amply illustrated with drawings done during this historic journey, “Artist
Explorer” recounts the amazing adventures of a painter who sought to study
the world and his soul from the back of that ancient altar of travel, the
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At Freedom's Door:
A Ride across Northern India in the Winter of 1946-1947 on the eve of
Partition, Malcolm Lyall Darling - Countless
books are written, yet few weather the passing of time save those which
contain an enduring message. This is one such rare example in that it
describes the timeless equestrian journey of a wise man in search of racial
and religious harmony.
On the surface Sir Malcolm Lyall
Darling (1880-1969) would appear to have been another political tool of the
powerful British Raj which ruled the Indian subcontinent with an iron hand.
Nonetheless, though he was an exceptional Indian Civil Service officer,
Darling had been raised in an intellectual family of English free thinkers.
His education at Eton further undermined any dogmatic religious convictions,
instilling instead a curiosity about comparative cultures and a belief that
the Church of England did not hold a monopoly on truth. Thus, while the
majority of his colleagues despised the Indian culture they were sent to
rule, Darling sought to enhance his natural sympathy for the people.
Such unorthodox views caused him
to be socially ostracized, especially after he condemned a notorious
massacre of Indian civilians by an imperialist British general. Yet it was
thanks to Darling’s skill as an expert on rural Indian society that the
multi-lingual humanist was reluctantly tolerated by the English political
class. In the winter of 1946-47, with the British set to partition the
subcontinent into the separate nations of India and Pakistan, the cultural
insurgent set off on a dramatic 1,400 mile ride to interview the people
about to undergo this traumatic political upheaval.
The result of his journey is the
marvelous book, At Freedom’s Door. Thanks to his tolerance and
insight, Darling was able to describe far more than the dusty plains, great
rivers and mighty mountains which the average traveller would have noted.
Instead Rajput and Sikhs confided in him, while Muslims and Hindus provided
him with shelter and secrets. Using his horse as the key to each village,
Darling noted the size of the fields, as well as the fear of the future. For
here was an India, still smiling, but eager for freedom. For five months he
travelled, all the time being aware that his equestrian journey was akin to
that of Arthur Young, who rode across France on the eve of that country’s
Unlike that journey, Darling’s
ride ended peacefully at the door of Mahatma Gandhi, where the noted sage
reinforced what the Englishman had learned along the way; blood is the
harvest of all wars and there is an eternal need to esteem humanity above
all races, ranks and religions. Many years later people find themselves
again afraid, caught up in events they don’t understand. At such a moment,
Darling’s ride, and his eternal message, reassures us that all mankind comes
from the same light and some journeys will never be forgotten.
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Indian Journal, Fanny Duberly - It was a barbarous war and is known today
by various names including the Indian Mutiny or the First War for
Independence. Regardless of what it’s called, the struggle which swept
across India in 1857 remains a blood-soaked memory, one wherein hordes of
innocent civilians were wantonly slaughtered by merciless men on both sides.
Having established an economic and political stranglehold over much of India
by the mid-19th century, the merchant princes who ran the British
East India Company were content to enjoy their profits in faraway London.
Meanwhile, they left the actual running of the various seized principalities
to a mercenary army, whose officers were primarily British and whose rank
and file had been recruited from a variety of Indian races and religions.
In this climate
of political complacency English expansionists treated their Indian subjects
with contempt. Equally damaging was the unfounded rumour stating Indian
princes would be forced to marry English widows so as to ensure a Christian
succession. Worst of all were the reports that Indian soldiers would be
forced to bite cartridges covered in pig or cow grease, a sacrilege
supposedly designed by the British to break the religious laws of Moslem and
Hindu recruits. When this political powder-keg exploded, the Indian soldiers
revolted and murdered European officers and civilians. Thereafter a savage
war raged across India pitting vengeful Europeans against outraged Indians.
The carnage was indescribable.
In the middle of
this politically inspired gang war appeared the “Heroine of the Crimea,” for
thus was the author of this remarkable book known. Fanny Duberly had already
kept a horde of guardian angels busy watching out for her welfare as she
rode beside her husband, Captain Henry Duberly, through the recently
concluded Crimean War, the same conflict during which Fanny had witnessed
the infamous ‘charge of the Light Brigade.’ Now, with a new war afoot and
her beloved Henry called to serve, the indomitable Fanny packed her pen and
sailed to India alongside her husband and his men.
Though she was a hardened
campaigner, the resultant 1,800 mile equestrian journey which Fanny
undertook is a feat of endurance unequalled by any other 19th
century female traveller. Ordered to cross the Rajastani desert, Fanny rode
alongside Henry and his hussars through a sun-baked wilderness where the
midday temperatures often reached 119 degrees in the author’s tiny tent. The
indomitable Fanny witnessed battles, dodged cannon balls, dined with
captured maharajahs and survived a battlefield surgical procedure that left
a three inch hole in her body. This book, available for the first time in
many years, is the astonishing true chronicle of a brave woman whose
eyewitness account of a terrible conflict still resonates throughout India
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Khyber Knights, CuChullaine O’Reilly - Few places on Earth were more
dangerous in 1983 than Peshawar, Pakistan. With a savage war being waged a
few miles away between the Soviet Union and the Afghan mujahideen,
Peshawar had become the new Casablanca. When she wasn’t being bombed,
her narrow streets hosted a swirling human cocktail of turbaned freedom
fighters, tight-lipped foreign mercenaries, naïve foreign aid workers,
cruel Pathan warlords, and more spies than ever lurked in Berlin.
Riding through this fiery forge was CuChullaine O’Reilly. The journalist
who turned equestrian explorer was already familiar with Peshawar and the
surrounding lawless portions of Pakistan’s North West Frontier Province.
A convert to Islam, the wandering horseman was unfazed by religious
obstacles, fluent in the patois of the tribesmen, and able to partake of
any local offering from luke warm goat fat to sullied ditch water.
Setting off from Peshawar, O’Reilly began an equestrian odyssey into a
mediaeval portion of the world devoid of mercy and machinery. His mission
was to ride over some of the world’s highest mountain ranges, thread his
way through untamed tribes, and miraculously get back to war-torn
Peshawar. Yet the adventure he sought demanded a high price. His horse
died and was eaten by eager natives. He was kidnapped, tortured,
imprisoned in Pakistan’s most infamous prison, and met murderers,
bandits, whores, and princes. Yet despite these setbacks, O’Reilly never
lost hope that he would complete his mounted exploration of the remote and
dangerous heart of Asia.
Lavishly illustrated with dozens of drawings and maps, the resulting book
was compiled from the field notes, maps and diaries the author brought
back from his travels. It includes an in-depth glossary of native words,
and the largest collection of ethnological, historical, political, sexual,
and religious information ever gathered about life in Pakistan’s North
West Frontier Province.
“Khyber Knights” is thus a rare talisman against a world grown soft
and predictable. Its pages burn with a bawdy portrayal of the darkest
secrets of this cruel and beautiful region. It is a tissue of mishaps and
romantic adventures, poetic passages and natural beauties, set to the
echoing of horses’ hooves.
Told with grit and realism by one of the world’s foremost equestrian
explorers, “Khyber Knights” has been penned the way lives are lived,
not how books are written. It makes every effort to rip the reader’s
nerves to rags with its ruthless devotion to the unvarnished truth about
life in the North West Frontier.
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||A Ride to India, Harry de Windt -
Blame it on the Czar ! If Harry de Windt, that dashing 19th
century Long Rider, had been allowed to follow his original plan, he would
have galloped to India via the Central Asian satraps of His Imperial Russian
Highness. When suspicious St. Petersburg put a halt to Harry’s Russian
route, the intrepid equestrian explorer determined to reach his goal via the
Shah’s empire instead.
What followed was a ride to remember as
Harry de Windt, lecturer, author, Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society
and equestrian explorer par excellence, saddled up in 1890 and set off to
examine the forgotten corners of Persia and Baluchistan.
The resultant journey was literally one for
the record books as the redoubtable Harry proved time and again that he
wasn’t going to be put off by a few minor inconveniences such as the
weather, which ranged from an arctic storm in Persia that froze his cigar to
his lips, to a howling desert wind in Baluchistan with temperatures nearing
120 degrees Fahrenheit!
Neither was handsome Harry bothered by the
less than ideal accommodations he discovered.
“The floor was crawling with vermin but in
Persia one must not be particular,” he casually observed.
Nor was our author overly concerned about
his physical safety, dismissing the fact that the last foreign traveler who
attempted this route had been “waylaid, robbed, tied to a tree, and left to
Though it reads like a mounted Jules Verne
novel, “A Ride to India” is replete with the author’s scientific
observations and appendices, including details from his exact route, “road
overgrown, much camel thorn,” to Harry’s “Table of Languages in Baluchistan.”
Part science but all
adventure, “A Ride to India” takes the reader for a canter across the
Persian Empire of a romantic and bygone age. For more details visit
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