Begumbagh: A Tale of the Indian MutinyFenn, George Manville
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Begumbagh: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
Fenn, George Manville
British -- India -- Fiction; India -- History -- Fiction; India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
"Ah, to be sure," says she, with a comical look out of one eye; "why
not? But, Isaac, my lad," she said sadly, and looking at me very
earnestly, "I'm afraid there's sore times coming; and if so, God in
heaven help those poor bairns! Oh, if I'd been a man, and been there!"
she cried, as she recollected what the trooper had told us; and she
shook her fist fiercely in the air. "It's what I always did say:
soldiers' wives have no business to have children; and it's rank cruelty
to the poor little things to bring them into the world."
Mrs Bantem then went off to see to her patient, while I walked into the
court, wondering what would come next, and whether, in spite of all the
little bitternesses and grumbling, everybody, now some of the stern
realities of life were coming upon us, would shew up the bright side of
his or her nature and somehow I got very hopeful that they would.
I felt just then that I should have much liked to have a few words with
Lizzy Green, but I had no chance, for it was a busy time with us.
Captain Dyer felt strongly enough his responsibility, and not a minute
did he lose in doing all he could for our defence; so that after an
anxious day, with nothing more occurring, when I looked round at what
had been done in barricading and so on, it seemed to me, speaking as a
soldier, that, as far as I could judge, there was nothing more to be
done, though still the feeling would come home to me that it was a great
place for forty men to defend, if attacked by any number. Captain Dyer
must have seen that, for he had arranged to have a sort of citadel at
the north end by the gateway, and this was to be the last refuge, where
all the ammunition and food and no end of chatties of water were stowed
down in the great vault-place, which went under this part of the
building and a good deal of the court. Then the watch was set, trebled
this time, on roof and at window, and we waited impatiently for the
morning. Yes, we all of us, I believe, waited impatiently for the
morning, when I think if we had known all that was to come, we should
have knelt down and prayed for the darkness to keep on hour after hour,
for days, and weeks, and months, sooner than the morning should have
broke as it did upon a rabble of black faces, some over white clothes,
some over the British uniform that they had disgraced; and as I, who was
on the west roof, heard the first hum of their coming, and caught the
first glimpse of the ragged column, I gave the alarm, setting my teeth
hard as I did so; for, after many years of soldiering, I was now for the
first time to see a little war in earnest.
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