A Diary Kept by Mrs. R. C. Germon, at Lucknow, Between the Months of May and December, 1857 — John Shaqi
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
Charlie took his double-barrelled gun, and told me,
if there were any, to take my Affghan knife and escape at the back of
the house over the garden wall to the Residency--it is only about four
feet. There is only the road between us and the Residency, the garden
wall of which is about five feet, but I could manage both with a chain.
However, all seemed quiet, and, fortunately, it was the stables of a
house which, being tiled, the sparks were not thrown up so high as they
would have been from thatch, and in about an hour and a half we saw
it subside. Then came the Doctor and his family, in a fearful state
of mind. We tried to quiet them, for really we did not fear much now,
the fire having passed off without any rising; it was a good sign, and
several of our Sepoys had come to see if our house was all right. After
arranging Mrs. P----'s room, Charlie and I went to bed; it was past 10,
and he was asleep in a few minutes. I listened for a time thinking I
heard noises in the Bazaar, but soon fell asleep, and the night passed
without further alarm.
Friday, May 22nd. Charlie went into the garden early, just as Sir Henry
was passing. Sir Henry called to him, and told him to go and learn all
he could about the fire, and whether the Sepoys worked to put it out,
and to come over to him at 7, when he would be back from the city. I
found my visitors had had a good night, so they dressed and went home,
and are to come again to-night. There are fourteen ladies sleeping at
the Residency here in Cantonments every night.
Saturday, May 23rd. The day passed without alarm, excepting that in the
afternoon I was by myself and heard such a tremendous noise that I was
quite frightened. It turned out to be at our mess-house. The Colonel of
the 32nd would have the thatched roof well saturated with water in case
of fire, and in the midst of it all a fire-engine rattled up from the
city (the first I ever saw in India), and in my alarm I took it for a
gun.
Sunday, May 24th. We went to church early, and the day passed off
quietly.
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