The Tale of the Great MutinyFitchett, W. H. (William Henry)
History
The Tale of the Great Mutiny
Fitchett, W. H. (William Henry)
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858
Nowhere, perhaps, did English courage shine out with a clearer flame than
at Benares. Benares is the holy city of Hinduism; it had a population of
300,000, fanatical and turbulent in the highest degree. The cantonment
was held by three Sepoy regiments—all pledged to revolt—150 men of a
British regiment, the 10th, and some thirty British gunners, with half a
battery of artillery, under the command of Olpherts. But the cluster of
soldiers and civilians responsible for the city—Tucker the commissioner,
Frederick Gubbins the judge, Lind the magistrate, Ponsonby the brigadier,
and Olpherts in command of the guns—held on to their post; by mere cool
audacity kept the turbulent city in awe, and the mutinous Sepoys from
breaking out; and sent on to other posts in greater peril than their
own such scanty reinforcements of British troops as reached them. In
the Commissioner, Tucker, at least, this heroic courage had a religious
root. “The twenty-second chapter of 2 Samuel,” he wrote to Lord Canning,
“was their stand-by.” “The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my
deliverer,” is the opening verse of David’s song in that chapter; “the
God of my rock; in Him will I trust. He is my shield, and the horn of my
salvation, my high tower, and my refuge.”
Neill reached the city on June 3, and found himself on the very edge of
a tragedy. The Sepoys had arranged for an outbreak on the night of June
4. The native troops numbered over 2000; the British troops, as we have
seen, consisted of 150 men of the 10th, and thirty artillerymen with
three guns. To these Neill added sixty of his “Lambs” whom he had brought
with him. Neill put the impress of his vehement will on the brigadier,
Ponsonby, in charge of the station, and at half-an-hour’s notice it was
resolved to disarm the Sepoys.
The business was ill-managed. The Sepoys commenced to shoot, the Sikhs
turned on their officers. Ponsonby, an old man, found “the sun” and
the strain of the scene too much for him, and visibly broke down. He
dismounted, and Neill, who had been grimly watching the scene, said
abruptly, “General, I assume command.” Ponsonby assented in silence, and
Neill instantly opened on the mutineers with grape and musketry fire,
and, after a few minutes’ furious shooting, Sikh and Sepoy fled. The 250,
that is, destroyed, in a military sense, the 2000!
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