The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian MutinyGibbon, Frederick P.
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The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
Gibbon, Frederick P.
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Juvenile fiction
In and around the courtyard of the fort itself all was bustle and
confusion; some could be both seen and heard giving commands, and others
obeying the same, though the vast majority of the assembled hundreds
appeared to display a total lack of discipline. Inside the
commissioner's house the feeling of helplessness and suspense was
horrible. The wisdom of a sortie, a mad rush on the guns,--to die
fighting rather than cooped up and made a target of,--was debated, and
not a man there but would have preferred the chance of striking back.
There were women, however, to be considered, and to leave them was out
of the question.
"Whilst there's life there's hope," declared the Commissioner, with an
attempt at cheerfulness. "The house is not destroyed yet."
He barely succeeded, however, in convincing even himself that there was
the faintest glimmer of hope. No British troops were within three days'
journey. The handful of unfortunates bade good-bye to one another, shook
hands all round, and prepared to meet their death with a smile upon
their faces, without flinching or showing the least sign of weakness
before the eyes of their gallant and devoted Rajputs. Nor were the women
behind the men in respect of courage.
Major Munro, after consulting his officers, had advised the faithful
sepoys to save their lives as best they could, either by cutting their
way through at night, or by pretending to desert and to fall in with the
views of their rebel comrades.
To give them this chance was only fair, thought the major; the Rajputs,
having done their duty, deserved consideration, and though the
Englishmen could not leave the wounded and the women, yet the
dark-faces, now that resistance was hopeless, should be allowed to save
their lives. To Munro's delight, however, the gallant fellows announced
a firm resolve to stand by their duty to the last. They took their
places shoulder to shoulder with the pale-faces, grimly waiting and
watching now that the last glimmer of hope had died out.
For in the great square of the fort more than two thousand men were
under arms; and in another moment the nine-pounders were charged with
grape, under the supervision of Bahram Khan and a score of picked Sikhs
and Pathans of the Guide Corps--men who had served in the old Khalsa
Artillery and who thoroughly understood their work.
Behind the guns and flanking them the remaining hundred men of the
Guides, conspicuous by their powerful and soldierly bearing, maintained
some appearance of discipline, whereas the majority of the sepoys and of
armed fanatics and budmashes were acting as seemed best in their own
eyes.
Ressaidar Bahram Khan, however, insisted with many threats and much
strong language on some kind of order being maintained. He placed the
193rd Sepoys in one position, the poorbeahs[7] of the 138th in another,
and the Sikhs of the latter corps to the right front of the guns.
[7] A name given to the Oudh sepoys.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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