"The corpse of Survur Khan lay there. The crows had been busy on it.
"'Look,' I cried; 'as his fate was, so shall yours be.'
"They groaned, and falling on the ground lay there stunned with the horror of their situation.
"'Henceforth you are my slaves,' I continued. 'Get up and throw that fellow into the river.' They hesitated, but the point of the knife persuaded them, and they in shuddering disgust did as I commanded.
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THE MONUMENT OVER THE CAWNPORE WELL.
(This was the well into which the bodies of the massacred women and children were thrown.)
"Then I fed them sparingly with rice and water, and the next day they recommenced their pilgrimage. In spite of their cries and groans I drove them like cattle.
"Day after day, month after month, I drove them until they were reduced to the shadows of what they were, and then I began to think it time they died. I was aweary of my own vengeance.