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
About four o'clock the party moved on, led by the brave general and his
suite. The storming-party consisted of two companies of the Bengal 14th
regiment Native Infantry, supported by the 13th regiment. We stole
slowly on along the bank, every tongue as still as the midnight thief.
About ten or twenty paces before we got to the breach, the column was
visible to a projecting bastion of the fort, from which a strong party
of Arabs was dispatched, to stay our progress and oppose our entrance.
These for a considerable time disputed our entry, but our brave native
troops, inspired by the cheering of their gallant leader, soon beat them
from their posts. They then took possession of some huts that had
escaped being burnt, and fired through loop-holes; but they soon burnt
themselves out, by setting fire, either by intention or accident, to
these huts. This for a moment stopped our further progress, as we could
not pass the flaming huts. Here we lost some few men; and, seeing that
the destruction of numbers of our brave sepoys was inevitable, if we
remained long in this position, we rushed through the flames, and on the
opposite side found a large body of men drawn up to oppose us. For a
short time the struggle was hard; but our brave little general soon gave
the word, "Charge!" It was then that the butchery commenced. For a time
our brave opponents would not give way, but rushed upon the bayonet's
point, and fought sword in hand; but, when they did begin to run, the
carnage was truly dreadful. I saw one grey-headed old Arab,
notwithstanding that he had two bayonets through his body, and was lying
on his back, cutting away in a most resolute and heroic manner. The
third wound which he received was a shot through his head, which settled
him. We followed close on the heels of the fugitives, who fell in all
directions. They branched off towards the left, in the hope of getting
off in that quarter, but we had previously sent a strong party of
infantry and cavalry to prevent their escape. They were now completely
hemmed in, and fight they must, or die. They did fight, and I never saw
men fall so fast. They were in such numbers that every shot told.
Hundreds of them threw down their arms and took to the water. These were
for the most part drowned, and those who reached the opposite shore were
made prisoners; but these were comparatively few to the number who met a
watery grave. Some few escaped into the fort; and others threw down
their arms, and begged for mercy.
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