The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 04 (April 1891)Various
General
The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 04 (April 1891)
Various
English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
I might say I was two years in the saddle, almost continuously
fighting. I was with Sir Colin when he retook Cawnpore from the Gwalior
rebels. We went to the aid of General Wyndham, who had been repulsed.
We crossed the bridge of boats under a heavy fire, but forced our way
in. As soon as our brave leader got his men in position, he carried
everything before him. We could still see traces of Nana Sahib's
atrocity in June, and every soldier vowed vengeance. The affair that I
was in when I gained my Victoria Cross was before Lucknow, the second
time. Early in 1858 the rebels had strongly fortified the place, and it
became necessary for Sir Colin to take it. Our regiment had some hot
work. It was on March 6 that I won the Cross, in action at Lucknow,
having dismounted in the presence of the enemy and taken up the body of
Major Percy Smith, 2nd Dragoon Guards, which I attempted to bring off
the field, and after being obliged to relinquish it, being surrounded
by the enemy's cavalry, going a second time, under a heavy fire, to
recover the body, for which I received the Victoria Cross.
I will try and describe the fight, and what I saw of it. The enemy
appeared in great force on the race-course outside Lucknow, and the
9th Lancers, the 2nd Dragoon Guards, and two native cavalry regiments
were ordered to charge. The brigade swept on in grand style, and
clashed into the enemy. We had a fierce hand-to-hand fight; but our
troops behaved splendidly, and at last we broke them up. Then we were
obliged to retire under a heavy fire. As we did so Major Smith, of the
Dragoons, was shot through the body, and fell from his horse. Failing
to catch him, I sprang to the ground, and, throwing the bridle-rein
over my arm, raised the Major on to my shoulder; in this manner I ran
alongside of my horse for some hundreds of yards, until I saw the
enemy's cavalry close upon me. Clearly I couldn't get away with my
burden, so I determined to do what I could for myself.
Springing into my saddle, I shot the first Sepoy who charged, and with
my empty pistol felled another. This gave me time to draw my sword,
my lance having been left on the field. The Sepoys were now round me
cutting and hacking, but I managed to parry every slash and deliver
many a fatal thrust. It was parry and thrust, thrust and parry all
through, and I cannot tell you how many saddles I must have emptied.
The enemy didn't seem to know how to parry.
Taking advantage of this, I settled accounts with a jolly lot. I was
determined not to be taken alive. At last some of the Lancers saw me
and came to my rescue. Thinking the major might still be alive, I went
again to rescue him, but it was not until the enemy's forces were
driven back that we got his body.
After the action, General Sir Colin Campbell, General Sir Hope Grant,
and some of the cavalry officers shook hands with me and complimented
me.
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