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The Terrified Woman, Wife Of The Poor Fellow Who Had Just Been So
Savagely Slaughtered, Saw Them Approaching, And Judging Their
Intentions, Bolted And Barred All The Doors And Windows, And With Her
Two Young Children, Mere Babes, The Eldest Being Scarcely Four Years Of
Age, Retreated To A Small Closet In an Inner Room, And Locked The Door.
For Some Time The Troopers, Who Had Now Worked Themselves Up To A Pitch
Of Frenzy, Could Not Effect An Entrance: But At Length, Tearing Down One
Of The Wooden Uprights Of The Verandah, Used It As A Sort Of Ram, And
Soon Battered Down The Door. Then, With A Yell Of Triumph, Rushed Into
The House, Searched Every Nook And Corner Far What They So Much Wished
To Find, Smashing And Destroying Everything That Came In Their Way, But
They Were Doomed To Disappointment. A Bullet From One Of Their Holster
Pistols Blew The Lock From The Door Of The Closet, And The Poor Mother
And Her Helpless Babes Were Seized And Dragged Forth By These Monsters
In Human Form. The Mother Was Brutally Outraged, And Her Clothing Torn
And Stripped From Her Person. A Large Empty Chest, Which Usually
Contained Clothing, Caught The Attention Of One Of The Number, And A
Fiendish Thought Flashed Through His Mind, Which He Communicated To Some
Of The Others, And They Proceeded To Carry It Out. Collecting The Broken
Chapter 10 Pg 77Furniture, Bed Linen, Etc., They Made A Large Fire And Placed The Box In
Question Thereon; Then Tossed The Helpless Children Into It And
Literally Roasted Them Alive In The Presence Of The Agonized Mother, Who
Made Frantic Attempts To Break From Her Captors, And Rescue Her
Offspring, But It Was In Vain; They Held Her Firmly Until The Chest And
Its Contents Were Reduced To Embers; Then Two Of Them Plunged Their
Creeses Into Her Naked Bosom, And Flung Her Bleeding Body Into The Fire
To Be Consumed Like Those Of Her Children. Other Enormities Were Being
Enacted In Various Parts Of Goolampore During The Short Time The
Mutineers Remained There. But An Act Of Unparalleled Atrocity Was
Perpetuated On The Postmaster And His Wife, Who, It Appears, Had, On The
Morning In Question, Gone To Look At Their New Bungalow Which Was In
Course Of Erection In The Suburbs, When They Were Pounced Upon By A Body
Of Sepoys, Who Were Making Good Their Exodus From The Station, Having No
Desire To Come In contact With The Horse Artillery, The Booming Of Whose
Guns Sounded Not At All Pleasantly In Their Ears. These Inhuman Wretches
Dashed At Their Victims And, After Tormenting Them Almost To Madness By
Their Devilish Cruelties, Dragged Them To A Sawpit, Where Pieces Of
Square Timber, Which Had Been Partially Cut Into Planks For Building
Purposes, Lay. The Unhappy Pair Were Then Bound On Two Separate Planks,
Then Another Plank Was Placed On The Top Of Each, And Tightly Bound
Together With Strips Of Fine Bamboo; The Monsters Laughing And
Gesticulating At What They Termed The Living Sandwiches, Dainty Morsels
To Be Offered Up As A Sacrifice To Their Deities. The Crowning Act Of
This Fearful Drama Was At Last Enacted By The Remorseless Villains: With
Two Large Cross-Cut Saws, Sawing Into Two Feet Lengths The Planks Which
Encased Their Victims, Commencing At The Feet Of Each, And Then Throwing
The Pieces Into The Unfinished Bungalow, Set Fire To It, And Made Off At
The Top Of Their Speed Along The High Road Towards Islempoora, A Small
Village At No Great Distance, Which Had Been Appointed As A Rendezvous
For The Whole To Assemble At, When Their Bloody Work At Goolampore Had
Terminated.
Major Huntingdon Had, Early That Morning, Received Private Information
Of The Intended Outbreak, And The General Plan Of The Mutineers. He Was
Therefore Prepared For The Emergency, And Acted Accordingly; So That
When The Party Of Horse, Accompanied By The Goolandowz (Native
Artillery) Arrived At The Artillery Lines, They Found That The Birds Had
Flown; The Gun Sheds Were Empty, And Those Whom They Thought To Have
Found Quietly Taking Their Breakfasts, Were, Doubtless, Then Hovering
Around, Ready To Fire Upon Them At The First Convenient Opportunity; Nor
Was There Any One On Whom They Could Wreak Their Vengeance, For The
Whole Of The Families Of The Europeans Had, By The Prudence And
Determined Conduct Of Their Commanding Officer, Been Removed To A Place
Of Safety Within The Walls Of The Fort, Where, But For The Obstinacy And
Infatuation Of General D----, The Whole Of The Europeans, Unable To Bear
Arms, Might Have Found A Refuge Ere It Was Too Late. Foiled In Their
Chapter 10 Pg 78Attempt To Capture The Guns, Without Which They Knew They Could Not Hold
Possession Of The Town, They Turned In The Direction Of The Bazaar,
Which They Determined To Plunder, Then Make Their Way To Islempoora.
They Shortly Fell In With The Sepoy Battalions, Which Had Made The
Ineffectual Attempt To Carry The Fort By Assault. Chafing With Rage At
Their Disappointment, They Accompanied The Cavalry, Vowing Vengeance On
All The Whites Or Other Christians That Should Fall Into Their Hands.
But Their Villainous Designs Were Frustrated, For On The Head Of The
Column Of Cavalry, Wheeling Into The Narrow Road Leading To The
Principal Bazaar, They Beheld, Much To Their Consternation, Four Of The
Guns Of The Horse Artillery, Which Immediately Opened Upon Them With
Grape And Canister, Which Told Fearfully Among Them, As The Number Of
Riderless And Wounded Horses Plainly Showed, And The Irregular Horse,
Not Being Trained To Act In concert With The Regular Troops, The Whole
Were Thrown Into Confusion, And Were Unable To Reform Or Advance Upon
The Guns. By A Rapid Movement, Major Huntingdon Had Brought His Two
Twelve Pound Howitzers To Play On The Sepoy Battalion, With Shrapnel,
Shell And Spherical Case, With Considerable Effect. The Native Officer
Who Commanded Them Deployed His Right Wing Into Line, And Sent The Left
To Endeavour To Take The Artillery In Flank Or Rear. But In Order To
Accomplish This They Had To Make A _Detour_ To The Right, And In So
Doing Came To Grief. The Road They Had Taken Led Them Across The Open
Plain And In Front Of The Station Gun, A Long Thirty-Two Pounder. This
Movement Had Been Anticipated By The Artillery Officer, Consequently It
Was Loaded With As Much Canister As Was Considered Safe, And A Sergeant,
Who Volunteered, Was Appointed To Take Charge, And Act As Circumstances
Might Require. A Small Pit Had Been Dug, In Which The Sergeant Was
Snugly Ensconced, And There Was Nothing To Indicate To Those Passing
Within A Short Distance, That There Was Anything To Be Feared From That
Quarter; But In This They Were Terribly Mistaken, For At The Right
Moment The Gun Belched Forth Its Storm Of Bullets Into The Very Centre
Of The Little Column Of Infantry With Fearful Effect. So Unexpected Was
The Charge That The Utmost Confusion Prevailed, Which Was Considerably
Increased By The Sudden Appearance Of About One Hundred Well Mounted
Horsemen, Acting As Cavalry, Sweeping Down Upon Them, Sabreing Right And
Left. This Party Of Horsemen Consisted Of Officers Of All Corps In
Garrison, And Every Other Available European That Could Sit On A Horse
Or Handle A Sabre, And Had Been Quietly Organized, In expectation Of An
Event Like The Present, By Major Collingwood.
Repulsed At All Points, The Mutineers Retreated As Fast As Possible.
Their Infantry, In Many Cases, Mounting In Rear Of The Cavalry. The
Artillery Limbered Up And Followed Them To The Outskirts Of The Town,
Where, As They Crossed The Deep Nulla Leading To The Islempoora Road,
The Gallant Huntingdon Again Blazed Away At Them, Reducing Their Numbers
To A Considerable Extent; But It Was Not Considered Advisable To Follow
Them Any Farther. The Troop Was Then Divided And The Guns Sent In
Different Directions Through The Station, While The Lately Improvised
Cavalry Scoured The Bazaars And Other Parts, In Order To Capture Any
Small Parties Who Might Be Engaged In The Work Of Plunder Or Other
Destruction.
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The Hour Of Eleven Was Ringing From The Gurries Or Gongs At The
Different Guard Rooms, As Arthur Carlton Left The Quarters Of The
Brigadier Commanding The Station, For Unlike Most A.D.C.'S He Did Not
Reside With His Chief, But Occupied Snug Little Quarters In The Staff
Lines Near The Suddur Bazaar. He Was Both Annoyed And Excited As He
Mounted His Horse To Return Home; But He Soon Became Calm And
Thoughtful, And His Noble Charger, As If Knowing The Mood Of His Master,
Slackened Its Speed To A Walk. "General D---- Is An Obstinate And
Self-Willed Man, And His Policy Anything But What It Should Be At So
Critical A Time," Muttered Arthur Half Aloud; "But Was I Wise To Cross
Him, And In The Heat Of The Moment To Throw Up My Appointment On His
Staff; I Who Have Nothing But My Pay To Depend On And No Interest At The
Horse Guards To Push Me On In The Service?" And His Thoughts Flew Back
To Vellenaux, Sir Jasper Coleman And Edith Effingham. As Her Image
Crossed His Mind His Countenance Brightened, And His Spirits Rose. "Yes,
I Will Rejoin My Regiment. She Must Return To Rutlaum In a Day Or Two. I
Will See Her To-Morrow And Beg Her To Allow Me To Be Her Escort, That I
Think She Will Not Refuse; And When I Get My Troop I Will Seek Her Hand,
For Her Heart I Know Is Mine Already." He Was Aroused From His Reverie
By The Sudden Stopping Of His Horse, And On Looking Up Found That He Had
Arrived At The Gate Of The Compound Which Surrounded His Dwelling.
Immediately On Entering He Summoned His Butler, And Gave Him
Instructions To Pack Up Everything Without Delay, And To Start With His
Baggage And The Other Servants At An Early Hour On The Following
Morning, _En Route_ For Rutlaum; To Halt At The First Dawk Bungalow He
Came To, And That He Would Follow On Horseback In The Evening. Then
Calling Pedro, A Portuguese, Who Had Entered His Service On His First
Arrival In India As A Kitmagar Or Valet, He Dispatched Him To The Bazaar
To Procure From The Kotwell The Necessary Hackarries, Or Baggage Carts
And Cattle; Then, After Enjoying Several Puffs From His Hookah, He Flung
Himself On A Lounge To Snatch What Sleep He Could Before The Grey Dawn
Of Day
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