Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th RegimentShipp, John
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Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th Regiment
Shipp, John
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Biography; Shipp, John, 1784-1834
It was currently reported, and there seemed to be some foundation for
such a report, that there were immense treasures in the fort. This was a
more shining prospect than we had contemplated. Nothing could be more
congenial to our minds than the chance of touching the coin. These
anticipations gladdened our very hearts, and kept us watchful and
vigilant. To say the truth, I do not know any class of people more
deserving of money, or who can spend it in a more gentlemanlike manner,
than soldiers. From our late gaieties at Cawnpore, and having danced my
marriage rounds through the whole station, my purse, at this critical
juncture, was in deep decline. It had undergone a most severe draining,
and its contents had dwindled away to a single silver piece. My account
with the paymaster had also made an oblique evolution, and settled on
the wrong side, leaving me no credit by the position it had taken. Since
this untoward account had taken that whim into its head, the paymaster
was never at home. A confounded bore this--always to find people out,
whom you particularly want to see, and have a little sterling confab
with. Thus stood the case, or rather, thus stood my purse, yawning for
lack of coin; and this was the case with many others. Was it a wonder,
then, that we so readily gave credit to the reports which were in
circulation touching the probability of our reaping a golden harvest by
this siege?
With these prospects in view, the siege went on with all possible
energy. Having viewed the gaping ditch, and assured ourselves of the
impossibility of both descent and ascent, we had pushed our mining
operations within thirty yards of the top of the glacis, and began to
descend into the bowels of the earth. I was this day on a working-party,
with one hundred men, and had just arrived in the tool-yard, about three
hundred yards from the left of the trenches, when I was thrown flat on
my face by some violent shock of the earth. Before the general shock,
the earth seemed in dreadful convulsions. The walls surrounding the
tool-yard were propelled forward from the fort, and fell to the ground.
Stones, bricks, pieces of wood, and, nearer the fort, bodies and limbs,
were to be seen soaring in the air in all directions. For the moment,
consternation and dismay were depicted on every face. When I arose, I
felt much alarmed; the earth seemed still to move under me; and at first
I thought something had happened to me alone; but, on looking around, I
found my men, some in the attitude of prayer, and others lying down,
hiding their faces with fear. Having recovered my senses, I looked
towards the fort, and saw it enveloped in one dense cloud of smoke or
dust, and, now and then, streaks of fire issuing from its battlements.
In the midst of this momentary alarm, there was an indistinct buzzing
that the grand magazine of the enemy had been blown up. This report
having reached my ears, I ran, or rather rolled, along the trenches, and
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