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
made Herah Sing double the pony across, the balls whistling over our
heads. When we got to Secundrabagh, there were the 93rd Highlanders in
their kilts and bonnets, and the Naval Brigade with their great guns.
I spoke to one of the sailors on a 24-pounder, and asked if there were
any place appropriated to the ladies? He jumped off, and said he would
show me the way, and congratulated me on getting out of Lucknow, and
asked if he could do anything for me? He said his name was Mr. H----,
and he belonged to the _Shannon_, and that he might be found at any
time at that gun if I sent for him. He then told me of the fight they
had coming in, and that 1,842 Natives had been killed in that very
garden; the bodies were counted as they were buried: he said they
lay in heaps breast high. I took up my position in the corner of a
verandah, as it was cleaner than the house. Mrs. B---- was the only
lady arrived. Herah Sing drew me some water, and I took out a ham
sandwich Charlie had given me in the morning--his own breakfast--for
they had had a ham at the Brigade Mess, one that had been kept in store
as a treat to be eaten when the relief arrived. While I was eating it,
Captain C---- came up and offered to do anything for me; so I asked for
a hackery to take on my baggage. He said he could give me camels, but
I preferred a hackery as I might be able to sit on it if my pony broke
down. He gave me some sherry, and said he would send me some bread and
butter--a great treat. He left, and then came Mr. H---- again and asked
if I wanted anything, and sent me a loaf of bread. I asked him to get
me some ropes, in case my baggage had to go on camels, which he did;
and then came Capt. C---- again with his rezie and pillow for me to
sit on, and his Kitmagar with bread and butter and cold mutton and a
bottle of beer. I ate a little, and then asked him to cut sandwiches
for me, of the rest, for night; which he did, and I put them in my
basket with the bottle of beer. About the middle of the day came Miss
H---- and Mrs. S----; they had walked all the way. About an hour after,
came Mrs. H---- and Mrs. B---- and her baby in a buggy; they came to
my corner, and our party remained together all day. Every other place
was filled with ladies and children, soldiers' wives and Crannies'
wives. We were to move on to the Dil Koosha in the evening, which we
were glad to hear, for the smells here were intolerable. About dusk
they began to make preparations, and the place was one mass of camels,
bullocks, carriages and human beings; the same outside, in front of
the gateway: so great was the confusion that Capt. C----, who had been
ordered to keep the road open, gave it up in dispair, and came and said
it was utterly impossible to do so; he had left a string of camels
entangled in a ditch, and the road was one mass of entanglement; he
was, however, obliged to go off again, and it became pitch dark; and
there we were, left to our own devices: how we were ever to get on,
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