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
"Choose for yourselves," he cried, so that all could hear. "Do you think
that those ruffians outside will spare a single one of you if you crouch
and offer no resistance. They will kill you in their own particular
manner. Fight while you have the opportunity. Come to the gateway, and
stand shoulder to shoulder with us. We can still keep them out, and in a
little while we shall have a barrier behind which we can fight."
It was very fortunate for the defenders that the Mahratta horsemen
outside did not dash forward at once to capture the place, for had they
come on the instant the explosion had occurred they would have burst
their way in without encountering any but the feeblest opposition. But
the men outside chose a very different course. While not lacking in dash
at other times, they were notoriously more venturesome when attacking
helpless villagers than when engaged with an enemy able to return hard
knocks for those which were given. Indeed, our former campaigns with the
Mahrattas had proved that this race of freebooters were as a whole
somewhat deficient in courage, and it was this very deficiency which
proved the salvation of those within the fort. The Mahrattas held back,
for the prowess of a single Englishman was sufficient to cool their
ardour, and Owen had already proved to them that he could fight. They
galloped backwards and forwards before the gateway, shouting defiantly
and waving their tulwars above their heads, while those who had
dismounted earlier contented themselves with a desultory fire, their
bullets sweeping in through the opening. Owen and Mulha made the most of
the delay. By dint of setting a gallant example, by persuasion and
almost by compulsion, they gathered the peons about them, and bidding
them lie flat on the ground urged them to push what remained of their
barrier into position. Then the men, whom the aged owner of the place
had taken with him, came running from the house with bales of cloth,
sacks of grain and rice, and any bulky package which would serve the
purpose.
"Let them run over to the side wall, and then come along at the foot of
the wall in which the rent is," Owen shouted. "They will escape the
bullets by doing so. Ah, those fellows outside are troublesome!" he
exclaimed, as one of the unfortunate peons, emerging into the courtyard
with a sack of rice on his shoulders, suddenly pitched forward on to his
face and lay there with arms and legs outstretched. "We must keep their
fire down. Mulha, send four of the men whom you judge to be cool and the
best shots to the top of the wall. They can fire from behind the
defences we built up. Hurry, now! They are collecting to attack us. We
must have everything in readiness."
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