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Last Succeeded In Inducing The Seiks And Others To Take Up Arms And Act
Offensively Against Our Government. This, Of Course, Can Lead To But One
Result--Their Overthrow And Ultimate Defeat; But It Will Also Give Our
Regiment An Opportunity Of Gaining Fresh Laurels And Again Proving To
These Fellows How Dangerous It Is To Measure Weapons With British
Cavalry. We March The Day After To-Morrow."
Thus Spoke Colonel Leoline, Commanding The Regiment In Which Young
Carlton Was Serving As A Cornet.
This News, So Pleasing To The Ear Of The Soldiers, Was Received With The
Utmost Enthusiasm By Every Officer Present. They Gave Three Cheers For
Their Gallant Leader, And Another Rouser For The Service They Belonged
To, Which Made The Walls Of Their Mess Room Ring Again, So Delighted
Were They At The Prospect Of Leaving Their Quiet, Humdrum Quarters For
The Dash And Excitement Of The Battle Field.
The Panorama Which Opened To The View On The Mornings Of The--Was
Glorious In The Extreme, And One Well Calculated To Awaken Feelings Of
Emotion In The Most Obdurate Breast. The Dark Waters Of The Sutlej
Glittering In The Sun's Rays As They Flowed Onward, All Unconscious Of
The Bloody Strife About To Be Enacted On Its Banks: The Frowning
Fortress, With Its Embattled Walls Bristling With Cannon And Swarming
With Men, Whose Dusky Figures Beamed With Hate And Defiance; Around The
Outskirts Of The Town Were The Battalions Of Seik Soldiery, Drawn Up
Under The Dewan Moolraj, Watching With Savage Anxiety The Approach Of
The British Force, Whose Regiments Of Cavalry That Headed The Advance
Opened Their Glittering Ranks To The Right And Left And Made Apparent
The Serried Battalions Of Infantry And The Frowning Batteries Of Cannon.
Chapter 5 Pg 30
The Scene Was Grandly Magnificent. The Eye Included The Whole Field And
Glanced Approvingly From The Steady Order Of One Foe To The Even Array
Of The Other. All This Spoke Gladness Of Mind And Strength Of Heart; But
Beneath The Elate Looks Of The Advancing Warriors There Lurked That
Fierce Desire For The Death Of Their Fellow-Men Which Must Ever Impel
The Valiant Soldier.
With The General Details During The Progress Of The Siege Our Story Has
Little To Do,--Suffice It To Say That It Was A Bloody And Protracted
Affair. The Mooltanees Fought With Their Usual Desperate Valor, But They
Had To Cope With Men Who Never Turned Their Backs Upon A Foe When The
Fiat Of Battle Had Gone Forth, Who Scorned To Yield Even When Greatly
Outnumbered, And Regarded Defeat, If Not Actually A Crime, An
Imperishable Disgrace; And So The Strife Waged Fast And Furious Up To
The Closing Hours Of The Conflict.
The Siege And Train Heavy Ordinance Of The Besieging Force Hurled Their
Ponderous Shot And Shell Against The Masonry And Buildings That Defended
The Town And Citadel, Destroying, Crushing, And Burning With Terrible
Effect, While The Field Artillery Poured Forth Continuous Discharges Of
Lighter Projectiles Of Every Description Then In Use, Sweeping With
Dreadful Result Every Opposing Force That Appeared On The Walls Or Other
Parts Of The Fortification. Amid The Dire Confusion And Heavy Clouds Of
Smoke Caused By The Incessant Cannonading The Infantry Effected An
Entrance Among The Advanced Mounds And Trenches Of Petty Outworks, And
Animated By Their Partial Success, Formed Themselves Simultaneously Into
Wedges And Masses, And Headed By Their Brave Leaders Rushed Forward In
Gallant Style. With A Shout They Leaped The Ditch And Up Swarming
Mounted The Ramparts And Stood Victorious Amid The Captured Cannon.
The Cavalry Were Effectually Employed Around And About The Outworks Of
The Town, And Many A Dashing Charge And Smart Encounter Took Place
Wherever The Enemy's Horse Made A Sortie Or Sally, Which Was Of Frequent
Occurrence.
Wherever The Blows From The Tulwa's Of The Seik Horse Rained Heaviest
There Was To Be Seen The Flashing Sabre Of Our Young Cornet, Cutting And
Slashing With Right Good Will. The Early Training Of Old Bridoon Stood
Him In Good Stead, And Although Scarcely Twenty-One He Had Strength And
Nerve Far Beyond His Age, And On Several Occasions His Conspicuous
Bravery Drew Forth The Hearty Plaudits Of His Own Men And Others Who
Witnessed His Dashing Courage.
In One Of The Outworks Captured From The Enemy During The Early Part Of
They Siege Had Been Erected A Field Hospital For The Wounded, Under
Charge Of Assistant Surgeon Dracott Of The Light Dragoons. Now It So
Happened That On The Day Of The Grand Attack A Party Of Seik Horse In
Attempting To Effect A Retreat From The Town Were Met By The Dragoons,
And After A Severe Contest Driven Back And Pursued As Far As It Was
Thought Advisable. A Number Of These Fellows Turned Down A Narrow
Passage In Hopes Of Escaping Into The Country At Another Point Less
Guarded, And In So Doing Came Suddenly Upon The Hospital Alluded To, In
Which There Was A Considerable Number Of Poor Fellows Who Had Been More
Or Less Hurt During The Attack. Filled With Rage And Discomfiture At The
Chapter 5 Pg 31Failure Of Their First Attempt, And Seeing The Place Was Guarded Only By
A Small Party Of Sepoys, For Whom They Had A Supreme Contempt--For The
Independent Yeomanry Warriors Of Afghanistan And The Punjaub Held In
Light Estimation The Hired Native Soldiery Of Southern India. There Were
Numerous Instances On Record During The Afghan And Seik Wars Where The
Men Of The North Were Seen, Sword In Hand, To Attack The Company's
Sepoys, Beat Down Or Turn Aside Their Bayonets, And With The Other Hand
Drag Them From The Ranks By Their Cross Belts And Slay Them. Even When
Run Through The Body They Have Been Known To Seize A Firm Grip Of The
Musket Until They Had Dealt A Fatal Blow To Their Antagonist And Both
Fall Together Mortally Wounded, So Hostile And Revengeful Were They One
To Another When Engaged In Conflict, Creed Against Creed, For The Sepoys
Of The South Were, As A Rule, Hindoos, While The Seiks And Afghans Were
Mahomedans--They Conceived The Brutal Design Of Destroying The Hospital
And Ruthlessly Putting To Death All They Could Lay Their Hands On, In
Revenge For The Morning's Defeat, Then Escape To The Plains Beyond The
Town. After A Few Moments' Consultation They Commenced The Onslaught;
The Sepoy Guard Made But A Feeble Resistance To These Powerful Horsemen,
They Threw Down Their Arms And Fled In Haste Leaving The Poor Invalids
To Their Mercy.
Draycott The Moment He Guessed Their Design Sprang On To His Horse,
Which Fortunately Stood Ready Saddled At The Door Of The Surgery, And
Rode Straight At The Leader Of The Party, A Huge, Burly Seik, And
Engaged Him; But He With His Light Sabre, And Less Powerful Arm, Was No
Match For The Mahomedan Soldier, Who With One Blow Smashed The
Regulation Toasting Fork, And With His Left Hand Seized The Surgeon By
The Shoulder, And Was Forcing Him Backwards Preparatory To Giving Him
The Final Thrust Through The Throat; The Other Scoundrels Being Engaged
In Beating Down The Bayonets Of The Guard. At This Critical Moment, And
Before A Man Of The Wounded Had Been Touched, About A Score Of Troopers,
Headed By Carlton, Appeared On The Scene Of Action, And Entirely Changed
The Programme. With A Single Stroke Of His Flashing Sabre, Arthur Dealt
Their Leader Such A Blow That He Was Fain To Release His Hold On
Draycott And Turn To Defend Himself; By This Time The Conflict Had
Become General Fierce And Bloody.
"Death To The Cowardly Ruffians; Save Our Wounded Comrades," Shouted
Carlton, As, With A Vigorous Thrust He Sent His Weapon Deep Into The
Chest Of His Dusky Opponent, Placing Him At Once And Forever _Hors De
Combat_. Imitating The Dashing Conduct Of Their Youthful Leader The
Dragoons Fought As British Soldiers Can Fight When Their Mettle Is Up,
And Roused By The Gallant Bravery Of Their Pet Officers, In Less Than
Twenty Minutes From The Striking Of The First Blow Every One Of The Seik
Horse Were Either Cut To Pieces Or Taken Prisoners. The Report Of The
Encounter Was Spread Far And Wide, And Not A Man In The Regiment, From
The Colonel To The Trumpeter Stood So High In The Estimation Of Both
Officers And Men Throughout The Brigade As Did Our Hero. Conspicuous
Bravery On The Battle Field Seldom Fails To Elicit Rapturous Applause
From Every Branch Of The Service.
The Fall Of Mooltan And The Capture Of Its Dewan Moolraj Did Not, As
Had Been Anticipated By Many, Put An End To The Campaign. Disaffection
And Disloyalty Had Spread Throughout The Country, And The Seiks Were
Chapter 5 Pg 32Everywhere Arming To Resist What They Were Pleased To Assert Was The
Intention Of The East India Company, Namely: The Subjugation Of The
Entire Country Of The Five Rivers; And Large Masses Of Soldiery, Under
Experienced Leaders, Had Congregated On The Plains Eager For The Fray.
Not Many Days Elapsed After The Reduction Of Mooltan Before The Army
Received Orders And Pressed On With All Expedition To That Part Of The
Country Where The Battle Of Chillianwalla Was To Decide The Question At
Issue Between The Contending Forces.
The Result Of The First Day's Struggle Was Undoubtedly Very Much In
Favor Of The Seiks, And Can Only Be Accounted For In This Way: The
Followers Of The Prophet Had For A Considerable Time Been Massing
Themselves Under Experienced Leaders And Had Established Their Position
In A Manner Best Suited To Resist The Advancing Foe, This They Were
Enabled To Do By Their Thorough Knowledge Of The The Country, Without
Any Great Exertion Or Hardship, Being Undisturbed, And Certain That The
Enemy Could Not Approach But In A Certain Direction, And That Point
Alone Had To Be Watched. But Not So With The British. Long Forced
Marches, Outlying Pickets, Advance Guards, And All The Harrassing
Fatigues Incident To Moving Through An Enemy's Country Had To Be Borne.
This To A Considerable Extent Wearied The European Soldiery, Though It
Could Not Dispirit Or Discourage Them, And Again They Were Suddenly
Attacked Ere They Were Well Prepared To Do Battled. Yet They Pressed On
To A Scene Which Was To Terminate In So Bloody A Conflict. But The
Second Day Told A Very Different Tale; Whatever Advantage Had Been
Gained, During The Early Stage Of The Fight, Was Not Only Nullified, But
Their Successes Became A Sort Of _Ignis Futuris_ That Lured Them On To
Their Destruction, For During The Night The British Were Reinforced By A
Column Of Fresh Troops From
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