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)
It was some time before I recovered my senses sufficiently to be able to
join with the rest in giving the rescuing party a detailed account of
our miraculous escape. Some of Captain Cowley’s men were still pursuing
the now-retreating foe, and we could hear shots being fired from the
brow of the hill above us. We remained where we were for some time, and
our rescuers produced biscuits and potted meat and soda-water. They had
whisky with them too, so we really felt we had fallen on our feet. I was
too exhausted to eat much, and did not feel at all hungry; but I was glad
enough to drink a peg,[21] and felt very much better for it. My ankle was
very painful, so the doctor, who was among the newcomers, bound it up for
me, and I went to sleep by the roadside for a short time.
I have said we were saved, but that does not mean that we were entirely
out of danger of being fired upon by the Manipuris. They had not spared
Captain Cowley’s party, though they had allowed him to march up to within
twenty miles of us without making themselves unpleasant. But the night
before he met us he had marched as usual into a new camping-ground,
wholly ignorant of what had occurred in Manipur, and to his great
surprise had been fired on. Shortly afterwards fugitives from our party
arrived, and told him that we were wandering about in the jungle with
every chance of coming to grief before very long, unless rescued. This
news was startling, to say the least of it, and caused him to hurry on
to our help. When, some miles away, he heard shots being fired from the
top of the hill, he concluded that we were not far off, and before long
caught sight of the stockade and arrived in the nick of time with men,
food, and ammunition to our aid.
The rest of our march was a different thing to what the commencement had
been, though discomforts were still many and great. Food was none too
plentiful for the Sepoys, though we did not fare badly, and after two
days of starvation one is not particular. The 43rd had got a supply of
beer, whisky, and cocoa, which were all most acceptable commodities, and
I was able to get other luxuries from one of the party, viz., a brush,
a sponge, a grand pair of woollen stockings, and some Sepoys’ boots,
which each measured about a foot and a half in length and were broad in
proportion. However, beggars can’t be choosers, and as my ankle was very
much swollen the commodious boots did not come amiss.
After we had rested some hours we pushed on down the hill to Leimatak,
which place was reached before sunset. I was carried in a dooly, as my
ankle was too painful to allow of my walking.
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