Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and LaswareeBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and Laswaree
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Maratha War, 1803 -- Juvenile fiction
We had been engaged in deadly strife for upwards of three hours, and
after the march which they had previously accomplished, one of twenty
miles, in the heat of the sun too, it can be imagined that our fine
fellows were exhausted. But they had much to compensate them, for they
had thrashed a magnificent force greatly outnumbering them, and equipped
in a manner which aroused the envy of all our officers. They had
captured ninety-eight guns, the camp of the enemy, and numerous animals,
not to mention seven standards and a huge mass of stores. And this
victory had cost us more than a third of our force in killed and
wounded, while the enemy left almost as many dead on the field, the
countryside being covered in all directions with their wounded. Thus was
Scindia's power checked, and the reader will not feel surprise to read
that this chief soon showed a wish to make peace with the British.
Cornet Jones of the 7th native cavalry bore his part manfully in the
various phases of the strenuous fight, and for the first time in his
life learned what it was to charge home with a handful of men into the
clustered ranks of a mounted enemy charging in the opposite direction.
At an early hour in the struggle he and his troopers, following the
other troops of the regiment, had splashed through the Juah and had
spread out into line, when they had dashed through and through the
fleeing foot-soldiers of Scindia. That had been simple work, though it
wanted a good horseman to sit his animal and use his weapon effectively;
and on one occasion the charge of the troop to which our hero was
attached had almost proved its last, for of a sudden, having burst
through a mass of footmen, it found itself confronted by a battalion of
soldiers which had faced round and, encouraged by their officers and
helped by their French training, were preparing to mow them down with
their fire. There was not an instant to be lost, and the captain of the
troop rode on without hesitation.
"Charge!" he shouted in Hindustani. "Don't give them the opportunity to
get loaded. Charge home with the lance."
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