“_September 5._--The Russians have evacuated the forts of Sebastopol and withdrawn to the north side of the harbour. The Crimean War is over!” From Sir W. Howard Russell’s “Letters from the Crimea.” By kind permission of Messrs. George Routledge and Sons, Ltd. CHAPTER X THE INDIAN MUTINY--DELHI (1857-1858) The Mutiny begins--A warning from a sepoy--A near thing--A noble act of a native officer--In camp at Delhi with no kit--A plan that failed--Our first check--Wilson in command--Seaton wounded--Arrival of Nicholson--Captures guns--The assault--The fate of the Princes--Pandy in a box. A rumour had been going through the bazaars of India that the British rule was to be limited to one hundred years from the date of the Battle of Plassey (1757). The sepoy troops had grown self-confident and arrogant through the victories they had won under English officers, and fancied that they held the destiny of India in their own hands. Then came the story that the cartridges of the new Enfield rifles, which were just then being introduced among the native troops, were greased with fat of beef or pork, and were thus rendered unclean for Mohammedan and Hindoo alike. The sepoys, or native troops, believed that the new cartridges were being given out solely for the purpose of destroying their caste, and so of introducing Christianity by force. Delhi, where the deposed King Bahadur Shah was living, was the centre and focus of rebellion; it was to Delhi that the first mutineers marched after killing their English officers. Sir Thomas Seaton has left us some picturesque stories of his part in the Mutiny. He had rejoined his native regiment at Rohtuck, forty-five miles from Delhi, after some years’ leave in England, and found the manners of the sepoy greatly changed for the worse. He writes: “On the 4th of June I was in the mess-tent writing to the Adjutant-General about the hopeless state of the regiment, when the native Adjutant came in and said: “‘Colonel, I wish particularly to speak to you.’ “It was close upon 5 p.m., and, as several officers were in the tent, I went outside with the Adjutant. “‘Well, Shebbeare, what is it?’ “‘Why, Colonel, I have just heard from two of our drummers, who have their information from friends amongst the men, that the regiment is to mutiny to-night, murder the officers, and be off to Delhi.’ “Though I expected this, it was startling enough to hear it was so close at hand. And now that the great difficulty stared me in the face, how, with this small body of officers, was I to meet and grapple with reckless and determined mutineers? But as this was not the time to flinch or show indecision, I said: “‘Well, Shebbeare, let me see the men. I’ll make a few inquiries first. I will go to the hospital. Do you lounge out that way too.’ “As I had been used to visit the hospital about this hour, my going there would excite no suspicion.