A Diary Kept by Mrs. R. C. Germon, at Lucknow, Between the Months of May and December, 1857Germon, Maria
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A Diary Kept by Mrs. R. C. Germon, at Lucknow, Between the Months of May and December, 1857
Germon, Maria
Germon, Maria; India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858; Lucknow (India) -- History -- Siege, 1857 -- Personal narratives
Thursday, September 24th. Guns distinctly heard, about ten or twelve
miles off, firing for a length of time, so the troops must be nearer
than was expected. I cannot describe our feelings at our present hope
of relief, all are in the height of expectation. Being a little better,
Dr. F---- allowed me to get up. The guns of our force heard approaching
nearer and nearer. Oh! the thankfulness one feels at the certainty of
relief now! I think, if I were stronger, I should be more joyous. The
smoke of the guns seen from the top of the Residency! Oh joy! they say
they are only four or five miles off! but they have to fight their way
in! Fifteen thousand went out to meet them; but, from the heavy rain,
took no guns with them. We had a very disturbed night; the rebels made
two furious attacks, and came up again about 5 A.M., but were soon
silenced.
Friday, September 25th. The guns of our reinforcements commenced again,
and one gun kept firing for an immense time. They say they are on this
side of the Char Bagh, about four miles from us, and the smoke and
flash of the cannon may be seen from the top of the Residency--musketry
heard distinctly. If they have sent any messenger on to us, none has
arrived; it is a most exciting time--far beyond description. The
first feeling is gratitude to God for deliverance from the horrors of
famine, which was staring us in the face, and, apparently, not very far
distant. I lay in bed till after breakfast, as the disturbed night had
not done me much good; but I enjoyed two sugee biscuits dear Charlie
sent me the night before for my chota hazree, with my tea sweetened
with sugar, which I had not tasted for many weeks. These sugee biscuits
the ladies in this house are buying at five rupees the pound. My
longing now is to get a Dhobee and an Ayah; for I feel so weak and
helpless, with not a single person to help me, and so unable to do
anything for myself. Some kind friend always brings me my meals, &c.;
but I feel that they all have as much as they can accomplish, without
doing my work as well. About 12 we heard that the rebels had broken
up the bridge near the Char Bagh, so we decided our troops could not
be in for some time; however, all of a sudden, I heard our soldiers
shout out, "They are coming!" their caps could be seen, and we found
they had crossed by the Martinière bridge. Immediately a fierce firing
commenced, and they said the rebels were flying off to the Fyzabad
road. We commenced shelling them: there was a tremendous day's firing,
notwithstanding, and the troops had a fearful day's work. About 5 P.M.
we heard cheering, and, immediately, we saw the troops rushing in, the
78th Highlanders foremost, and our house, being near the gate, the
Compound was instantly filled. A Mr. W----, an officer heading the
Highlanders, rushed up and shook hands with us ladies all round, and
then threw himself into a chair quite exhausted, and, in an instant,
the whole place was filled with them; it was as much as we could do
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