My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutinyGrimwood, Ethel St. Clair
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My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutiny
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair, 1867-1928; Manipur (India)
I had been busily engaged for about ten minutes, when I heard a sound
which filled me with alarm, and a bullet crashed through the window above
my head. It frightened me more than the one at the telegraph-office had
done, and I dropped my knife, left the sandwiches as they were, and
rushed into the dining-room. All the officers meanwhile had gone out, and
had found that the Manipuris had crept round to the back of the Residency
and commenced an attack upon us, using as cover the Naga village which
lay between our grounds and the river. This was a clever move on their
part, and it was some time before the troops could drive them back, as
most of our men were engaged in holding the posts inside the palace
captured early in the morning, and this left only a small guard for the
Residency, treasury offices, and Sepoys’ camp. Eventually our party set
fire to the Naga village, and drove the Manipuris out. Bullets had made
their way through the window-panes and doors of the dining-room, and had
smashed some of the breakfast-things and the glass on the sideboard. It
was difficult to find out the most secure place in the house, as the
firing was hot in the front of the Residency by this time, and the walls,
being only lath and plaster, were little or no protection.
My husband suggested my descending to the cellars, which were under the
house and built of stone; but I did not like the idea, and remembered
how scornful I had been when we had talked over matters weeks before,
and he had joked about the snug corner he would make ready for me in
the basement of the house. So I made up my mind to remain above-board,
so to speak, until the worst came to the worst. It was heart-rending
to see the work of destruction which was proceeding in the different
rooms meanwhile. The windows were broken, and every now and then bullets
crashed into the rooms, smashing different things—first a picture, then a
vase, then a photograph. All my beloved household gods seemed coming to
grief under my very eyes, and I was powerless to save them. We did try
to collect some of the most valuable of our belongings together and put
them away in a heap in the durbar room, which at that time had escaped
with only one broken pane; but it was dangerous work going into the front
rooms to remove them, for as the afternoon went on the firing became
hotter, and bullets rained into the house at every second.
It must have been about half-past four that the big guns began to be
played against us. It had been found necessary to concentrate the whole
of our force on the Residency and out-buildings, such as the treasury and
offices, and this entailed abandoning all the positions captured in the
early part of the day inside the outer wall of the palace, and bringing
all the men together. The wounded had to be recovered from all directions
and conveyed to the hospital, which was some distance from the Residency.
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