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“
Nothing
but
the
worst
news
came
to
us
from
every
side
,
—
which
is
not
to
be
wondered
at
,
for
if
you
look
at
the
map
you
will
see
that
we
were
right
in
the
heart
of
it
.
Lucknow
is
rather
better
than
a
hundred
miles
to
the
east
,
and
Cawnpore
about
as
far
to
the
south
.
From
every
point
on
the
compass
there
was
nothing
but
torture
and
murder
and
outrage
.
“
The
city
of
Agra
is
a
great
place
,
swarming
with
fanatics
and
fierce
devil
-
worshippers
of
all
sorts
.
Our
handful
of
men
were
lost
among
the
narrow
,
winding
streets
.
Our
leader
moved
across
the
river
,
therefore
,
and
took
up
his
position
in
the
old
fort
at
Agra
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
any
of
you
gentlemen
have
ever
read
or
heard
anything
of
that
old
fort
.
It
is
a
very
queer
place
,
—
the
queerest
that
ever
I
was
in
,
and
I
have
been
in
some
rum
corners
,
too
.
First
of
all
,
it
is
enormous
in
size
.
I
should
think
that
the
enclosure
must
be
acres
and
acres
.
There
is
a
modern
part
,
which
took
all
our
garrison
,
women
,
children
,
stores
,
and
everything
else
,
with
plenty
of
room
over
.
But
the
modern
part
is
nothing
like
the
size
of
the
old
quarter
,
where
nobody
goes
,
and
which
is
given
over
to
the
scorpions
and
the
centipedes
.
It
is
all
full
of
great
deserted
halls
,
and
winding
passages
,
and
long
corridors
twisting
in
and
out
,
so
that
it
is
easy
enough
for
folk
to
get
lost
in
it
.
For
this
reason
it
was
seldom
that
any
one
went
into
it
,
though
now
and
again
a
party
with
torches
might
go
exploring
.
“
The
river
washes
along
the
front
of
the
old
fort
,
and
so
protects
it
,
but
on
the
sides
and
behind
there
are
many
doors
,
and
these
had
to
be
guarded
,
of
course
,
in
the
old
quarter
as
well
as
in
that
which
was
actually
held
by
our
troops
.
We
were
short
-
handed
,
with
hardly
men
enough
to
man
the
angles
of
the
building
and
to
serve
the
guns
.
It
was
impossible
for
us
,
therefore
,
to
station
a
strong
guard
at
every
one
of
the
innumerable
gates
.
What
we
did
was
to
organise
a
central
guard
-
house
in
the
middle
of
the
fort
,
and
to
leave
each
gate
under
the
charge
of
one
white
man
and
two
or
three
natives
.
I
was
selected
to
take
charge
during
certain
hours
of
the
night
of
a
small
isolated
door
upon
the
southwest
side
of
the
building
.
Two
Sikh
troopers
were
placed
under
my
command
,
and
I
was
instructed
if
anything
went
wrong
to
fire
my
musket
,
when
I
might
rely
upon
help
coming
at
once
from
the
central
guard
.
As
the
guard
was
a
good
two
hundred
paces
away
,
however
,
and
as
the
space
between
was
cut
up
into
a
labyrinth
of
passages
and
corridors
,
I
had
great
doubts
as
to
whether
they
could
arrive
in
time
to
be
of
any
use
in
case
of
an
actual
attack
.
“
Well
,
I
was
pretty
proud
at
having
this
small
command
given
me
,
since
I
was
a
raw
recruit
,
and
a
game
-
legged
one
at
that
.
For
two
nights
I
kept
the
watch
with
my
Punjaubees
.
They
were
tall
,
fierce
-
looking
chaps
,
Mahomet
Singh
and
Abdullah
Khan
by
name
,
both
old
fighting
-
men
who
had
borne
arms
against
us
at
Chilian
-
wallah
.
They
could
talk
English
pretty
well
,
but
I
could
get
little
out
of
them
.
They
preferred
to
stand
together
and
jabber
all
night
in
their
queer
Sikh
lingo
.
For
myself
,
I
used
to
stand
outside
the
gateway
,
looking
down
on
the
broad
,
winding
river
and
on
the
twinkling
lights
of
the
great
city
.
The
beating
of
drums
,
the
rattle
of
tomtoms
,
and
the
yells
and
howls
of
the
rebels
,
drunk
with
opium
and
with
bang
,
were
enough
to
remind
us
all
night
of
our
dangerous
neighbours
across
the
stream
.
Every
two
hours
the
officer
of
the
night
used
to
come
round
to
all
the
posts
,
to
make
sure
that
all
was
well
.
“
The
third
night
of
my
watch
was
dark
and
dirty
,
with
a
small
,
driving
rain
.
It
was
dreary
work
standing
in
the
gateway
hour
after
hour
in
such
weather
.
I
tried
again
and
again
to
make
my
Sikhs
talk
,
but
without
much
success
.
At
two
in
the
morning
the
rounds
passed
,
and
broke
for
a
moment
the
weariness
of
the
night
.
Finding
that
my
companions
would
not
be
led
into
conversation
,
I
took
out
my
pipe
,
and
laid
down
my
musket
to
strike
the
match
.
In
an
instant
the
two
Sikhs
were
upon
me
.
One
of
them
snatched
my
firelock
up
and
levelled
it
at
my
head
,
while
the
other
held
a
great
knife
to
my
throat
and
swore
between
his
teeth
that
he
would
plunge
it
into
me
if
I
moved
a
step
.
“
My
first
thought
was
that
these
fellows
were
in
league
with
the
rebels
,
and
that
this
was
the
beginning
of
an
assault
.
If
our
door
were
in
the
hands
of
the
Sepoys
the
place
must
fall
,
and
the
women
and
children
be
treated
as
they
were
in
Cawnpore
.
Maybe
you
gentlemen
think
that
I
am
just
making
out
a
case
for
myself
,
but
I
give
you
my
word
that
when
I
thought
of
that
,
though
I
felt
the
point
of
the
knife
at
my
throat
,
I
opened
my
mouth
with
the
intention
of
giving
a
scream
,
if
it
was
my
last
one
,
which
might
alarm
the
main
guard
.
The
man
who
held
me
seemed
to
know
my
thoughts
;
for
,
even
as
I
braced
myself
to
it
,
he
whispered
,
‘
Don
’
t
make
a
noise
.
The
fort
is
safe
enough
.
There
are
no
rebel
dogs
on
this
side
of
the
river
.
’
There
was
the
ring
of
truth
in
what
he
said
,
and
I
knew
that
if
I
raised
my
voice
I
was
a
dead
man
.
I
could
read
it
in
the
fellow
’
s
brown
eyes
.
I
waited
,
therefore
,
in
silence
,
to
see
what
it
was
that
they
wanted
from
me
.
“
‘
Listen
to
me
,
Sahib
,
’
said
the
taller
and
fiercer
of
the
pair
,
the
one
whom
they
called
Abdullah
Khan
.
