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
After this encounter it was evident that any further attempt to
enter the city would only result in disaster; and so the travellers
determined to make their way over to the British lines. Here they were
well received, and the history of their adventures listened to with
intense interest.
Gordon’s failure to get into the city caused him much sorrow. He
remembered the promise he had made to Mrs. Harper that he would either
rescue her sister or perish in the attempt.
Although he had repeatedly been near doing the latter, the former
seemed very far from being accomplished.
He made the most desperate efforts to obtain some information of
her--he sought, but always without success; and at length he began to
despair of ever meeting her again.
He grew desperate. He joined his countrymen in night attacks; he went
down with little bands of men to examine the gates and walls of the
city; and, although he saw hundreds of his comrades fall around him,
he lived. He appeared almost to bear a charmed life--neither sword
nor bullet reached him; and his splendid constitution enabled him to
withstand the deadly heat--and the still more deadly malaria, which
committed fearful havoc amongst the British.
The siege promised to be a protracted one. The English were few in
number; their guns were small, their ammunition limited; and yet, with
these drawbacks to contend against, there were some most brilliant
passages of arms and deeds of daring performed before Delhi, deeds
that, although they have never been chronicled, entitle the actors in
them to be placed on England’s grand list of heroes.
Weeks wore on. The force of the besiegers was getting weaker, and
their ammunition was all but expended. Reinforcements and a powerful
siege-train were daily expected, but still they came not. There was
much sickness in the camp, and the whole energies of the healthy were
taxed to the utmost to minister to the wants of and amuse the sick.
In this duty there was one who stood out with individual distinctness.
This was Haidee, whose exertions on behalf of those who were not
able to help themselves were extraordinary. She flitted through the
hospital at all hours. She comforted the sick; she soothed the dying;
she helped the strong. No wonder that she won the love and good wishes
of everyone. The heart of many a man in the camp fluttered when in her
presence; and officers and men vied with each other in paying her the
greatest attention. Her beauty--her romantic history--her devotion,
won upon all. More than one officer, whose heart and hand were free,
ventured to woo her; but she turned a deaf ear to everybody.
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