LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

FIELD-MARSHAL EARL ROBERTS, V.C., G.C.B.[Frontispiece]
LIEUTENANT GEORGE WILLOUGHBYTo face page[40]
SIR HENRY LAWRENCE”[148]
MAJOR-GENERAL SIR HENRY HAVELOCK, K.C.B.”[184]
LORD LAWRENCE”[264]
MAJOR-GENERAL SIR HERBERT EDWARDES, K.C.B.”[270]
BRIGADIER-GENERAL JOHN NICHOLSON”[298]
LIEUTENANT-GENERAL SIR JAMES OUTRAM, BART.”[350]

MAPS

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CAWNPORE, JUNE 1857[87]
CAWNPORE, GENERAL WHEELER’S ENTRENCHMENTS[87]
LUCKNOW, 1857[186]
DELHI, 1857[275]
MAP SHOWING THE DISTRIBUTION OF TROOPS, MAY 1, 1857To face page[370]

THE
TALE OF THE GREAT MUTINY

CHAPTER I
MUNGUL PANDY

The scene is Barrackpore, the date March 29, 1857. It is Sunday afternoon; but on the dusty floor of the parade-ground a drama is being enacted which is suggestive of anything but Sabbath peace. The quarter-guard of the 34th Native Infantry—tall men, erect and soldierly, and nearly all high-caste Brahmins—is drawn up in regular order. Behind it chatters and sways and eddies a confused mass of Sepoys, in all stages of dress and undress; some armed, some unarmed; but all fermenting with excitement. Some thirty yards in front of the line of the 34th swaggers to and fro a Sepoy named Mungul Pandy. He is half-drunk with bhang, and wholly drunk with religious fanaticism. Chin in air, loaded musket in hand, he struts backwards and forwards, at a sort of half-dance, shouting in shrill and nasal monotone, “Come out, you blackguards! Turn out, all of you! The English are upon us. Through biting these cartridges we shall all be made infidels!”

The man, in fact, is in that condition of mingled bhang and “nerves” which makes a Malay run amok; and every shout from his lips runs like a wave of sudden flame through the brains and along the nerves of the listening crowd of fellow-Sepoys. And as the Sepoys off duty come running up from every side, the crowd grows ever bigger, the excitement more intense, the tumult of chattering voices more passionate. A human powder magazine, in a word, is about to explode.

Suddenly there appears upon the scene the English adjutant, Lieutenant Baugh. A runner has brought the news to him as he lies in the sultry quiet of the Sunday afternoon in his quarters. The English officer is a man of decision. A saddled horse stands ready in the stable; he thrusts loaded pistols into the holsters, buckles on his sword, and gallops to the scene of trouble. The sound of galloping hoofs turns all Sepoy eyes up the road; and as that red-coated figure, the symbol of military authority, draws near, excitement through the Sepoy crowd goes up uncounted degrees. They are about to witness a duel between revolt and discipline, between a mutineer and an adjutant!