The Great White Hand; Or, the Tiger of Cawnpore: A story of the Indian MutinyMuddock, J. E. (Joyce Emmerson)
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The Great White Hand; Or, the Tiger of Cawnpore: A story of the Indian Mutiny
Muddock, J. E. (Joyce Emmerson)
Anglo-Indian fiction; India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction; Kanpur (India) -- Fiction
“_To the subjects of Her Majesty Queen Victoria: All those who are in
no way connected with the acts of Lord Dalhousie, and are willing to
lay down their arms, shall receive a safe passage to Allahabad._”
The next morning an armistice was proclaimed, and Azimoolah,
accompanied by two Sepoys, presented himself before the entrenchments.
This temporary cessation of hostilities was a great relief to the
starving and worn-out garrison. They were prepared to listen to any
terms that did not propose dishonourable surrender. General Wheeler
called up two captains and the postmaster, and gave them full powers to
go out and treat with the emissaries of the Nana.
Azimoolah proposed surrender, without the customary honours of war.
But this the officers would not entertain for a single instant, and
demanded that the British should march out with their arms and sixty
rounds of ammunition in the pouch of every man. The Nana was to afford
them safe escort to the river, provide carriages for the women and
children, and provisions of flour, sheep, and goats for the voyage to
Allahabad.
These proposals were written on a sheet of paper and given to
Azimoolah, who returned to his lines; while the officers went back to
their entrenchments.
As they made known the terms they had submitted, there was rejoicing
in the little garrison. The women cheered up as they thought that an
end was coming to their sufferings and sorrow.
So it was; but a different end to what they contemplated. It had been
an awful time during the siege. Human comprehension can scarcely
realise the full measure of the suffering endured by the devoted band.
It possibly stands without a parallel in the world’s horrors begotten
by war.
For some hours the people waited in anxious suspense; their hearts beat
high, and the wan cheeks flushed as the sounds of a bugle fell upon
their ears.
A horseman had arrived from the rebel camp, and brought word that the
terms had been agreed to, and the garrison was to remove that night.
But General Wheeler flatly refused to do this, saying that he could not
get his people ready until morning.
“Let it be so,” said the Nana, when the message was brought; “we can
afford to give them a few hours.”
In the rebel camp there was great rejoicing; quantities of drink were
consumed; and there was gambling and singing throughout the long dark
hours.
In the entrenchments there was peace; silence reigned, broken
occasionally by the audible prayer from some grateful heart as it
uttered its thanks to the Christian’s God for the relief He had brought
them.
CHAPTER XXIII.
AS WITH AN ENCHANTER’S WAND.
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