India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
An hour later the firing ceased altogether, the natives finding the fire
of the defenders so deadly that they no longer dared, by discharging a
rifle, to show where they were hiding. They had drawn off from the more
distant clumps and bushes, but dared not try and crawl from those nearer
the house until after nightfall.
The next morning it was found that during the night the enemy had closed
up their embrasures, leaving only openings sufficiently large for the
muzzles of the guns to be thrust through, and soon after daybreak they
renewed their fire. The Doctor and Mr. Farquharson alone remained on
the roof, and throughout the day they kept up a steady fire at these
openings whenever the guns were withdrawn. Several of the sandbags were
knocked off the parapet during the course of the day, and a few shot
found their way through the walls of the upper story, but beyond this
no damage was done. The mining was kept up with great vigor, and the
gallery advanced rapidly, the servants finding it very hard work to
remove the earth as fast as the miners brought it down.
Captain Forster offered to go out with three others at night to try
and get into the battery and spike the guns, but Major Hannay would not
permit the attempt to be made.
“We know they have several other guns,” he said, “and the risk would be
altogether too great, for there would be practically no chance of your
getting back and being drawn up over the wall before you were overtaken,
even if you succeeded in spiking the guns. There are probably a hundred
men sleeping in the battery, and it is likely they would have sentries
out in front of it. The loss of four men would seriously weaken the
garrison.”
The next morning another battery to the left was unmasked, and on
the following day three guns were planted, under cover, so as to play
against the gate. The first battery now concentrated its fire upon the
outer wall, the new battery played upon the upper part of the house, and
the three guns kept up a steady fire at the gate.
There was little rest for the besieged now. It was a constant duel
between their rifles and the guns, varied by their occasionally turning
their attention to men who climbed trees, or who, from the roofs of some
buildings still standing, endeavored to keep down their fire.
Wilson had been released from his labors in the gallery, Bathurst
undertaking to get down the earth single handed as fast as the servants
could remove it.
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