CHAPTER XIV.

1857

A new appointment

I will now continue my story from the 29th June, the morning after my

arrival in camp, when I awoke full of excitement, and so eager to hear

all my old friend Norman could tell me, that I am afraid he must have

been considerably bored with my questions.

It is impossible for me to describe my pleasure at finding myself a

member of a force which had already gained imperishable fame. I longed

to meet and know the men whose names were in everyone's mouth. The

hero of the day was Harry Tombs, of the Bengal Horse Artillery, an

unusually handsome man and a thorough soldier. His gallantry in the

attack on the Idgah, and wherever he had been engaged, was the general

talk of the camp. I had always heard of Tombs as one of the best

officers in the regiment, and it was with feelings of respectful

admiration that I made his acquaintance a few days later.

Jemmy Hills,[1] one of the subalterns in Tombs's troop, was an old

Addiscombe friend of mine; he delighted in talking of his Commander,

in dilating on his merits as a soldier and his skill in handling

each arm of the service. As a cool, bold leader of men Tombs was

unsurpassed: no fire, however hot, and no crisis, however unexpected,

could take him by surprise; he grasped the situation in a moment,

and issued his orders without hesitation, inspiring all ranks with

confidence in his power and capacity. He was somewhat of a martinet,

and was more feared than liked by his men until they realized what a

grand leader he was, when they gave him their entire confidence, and

were ready to follow him anywhere and everywhere.

Another very distinguished officer of my regiment, whom I now met for

the first time, and for whom I ever afterwards entertained the warmest

regard, was Edwin Johnson,[2] Assistant-Adjutant-General of the Bengal

Artillery, in which capacity he had accompanied Brigadier Wilson from

Meerut. He had a peculiarly bright intellect--somewhat caustic,

but always clever and amusing. He was a delightful companion, and

invariably gained the confidence of those with whom he worked.

[Illustration: LIEUTENANT-GENERAL SIR JAMES HILLS-JOHNES, V.C., G.C.B.

_from a photograph by Messrs. Bourne and Shepherd._]

Johnson was the first person on whom I called to report my arrival and

to find out with which troop or battery I was to do duty. He told me

that the Quartermaster-General wished to keep me in his department.

So, after visiting General Chamberlain,[3] who I knew would be anxious

to hear all that had been going on in the Movable Column since his

departure, I made my way to Colonel Becher, whom I found suffering

from the severe wound he had received a few days before, and asked him

what was to be my fate. He replied that the question had been raised

of appointing an officer to help the Assistant-Adjutant-General of

the Delhi Field Force, who found it impossible to carry on the daily

increasing work single-handed, and that Chamberlain had thought of me

for this post. Had Chamberlain's wish been carried out my career might

have been quite changed, but while he was discussing the question with

Sir Henry Barnard, Donald Stewart unexpectedly arrived in camp.

I was waiting outside Sir Henry Barnard's tent, anxious to hear what

decision had been come to, when two men rode up, both looking greatly

fatigued and half starved; one of them being Stewart. He told me

they had had a most adventurous ride; but before waiting to hear his

story,[4] I asked Norman to suggest Stewart for the new appointment--a

case of one word for Stewart and two for myself, I am afraid, for

I had set my heart on returning to the Quartermaster-General's

department. And so it was settled, to our mutual satisfaction, Stewart

becoming the D.A.A.G. of the Delhi Field Force, and I the D.A.Q.M.G.

with the Artillery.

[Footnote 1: Now Lieutenant-General Sir James Hills-Johnes, V.C.,

G.C.B.]

[Footnote 2: The late General Sir Edwin Johnson, G.C.B.]

[Footnote 3: Chamberlain had been given the rank of Brigadier-General

on his arrival at Delhi.]

[Footnote 4: The account of this adventurous ride is given in the

Appendix. (Appendix I.)]

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