The chief was a fine tall man with a long beard. Like all Burmahs, he
took his loss of liberty very composedly, sitting down between the guns
with his attendants, and only expressing his indignation at the
treachery of his own people. We were very anxious to know what had
become of the guns of the dismantled stockade, which were said to be in
his possession, but he positively denied it, saying that they had been
despatched in boats across to the Irrawaddy. Whether this were true or
not, it was impossible to say; but, at all events, it was necessary to
make some further attempts to obtain them, so we told him, that if he
did not inform us where the guns were, by the next morning his head
would be taken off his shoulders. At this pleasant intelligence he
opened his betel-bag and renewed his quid. The next day he was summoned
forth to account for the said guns, and again protested that they had
been sent to Donabue, which I really believe was false, as they were not
taken out of the stockade until after Donabue was in the possession of
Sir A. Campbell: it was therefore judged proper to appear to proceed to
extremities; and this time it was done with more form. A file of
marines was marched aft with their muskets, and the sergeant appeared
with his drawn sword. Sand was strewed on the deck in front of the
marines; and he was led there and ordered to kneel down, so that his
head, if cut off, would fall where the sand was strewn. He was again
asked if he would tell where the guns were concealed, and again stated
that they were at Donabue; upon which he was desired to prepare for
death. He called one of his attendants and gave him his silver
betel-box, saying, "Take this to my wife,--when she sees it she will
know all." I watched him very closely; his countenance was composed,
but, as he bent forward over the sand, the muscles of his arms and
shoulders quivered. However, as it is not the custom to cut off
people's heads on the quarter-deck of his Majesty's ships, we very
magnanimously reprieved him, and he was afterwards sent a prisoner to
Calcutta. But that he had the guns, we discovered afterwards, which
adds to his merit.
Having succeeded in this attempt, we made sail for the stockade of the
other chief, and arrived there that evening. As he was supposed to be
greater in force than the other, we decided upon an attack in the dark,
when he would not be able to distinguish of what our force was composed;
and this time we gave muskets to our Burmah comrades. The attack was
successful, we obtained possession, and the chief fled, but our Burmahs
pursued him nearly two miles, made him prisoner, and brought him aboard.
As he immediately tendered his submission, which the other would not
do, he was released the next day.
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