CHAPTER XXIV.

1857

Henry Norman--The Shah Najaf--The mess-house--Planting the flag

--A memorable meeting--The Residency

The operation which I have tried to describe in the last chapter

was not completed until well on in the afternoon, when the movement

towards the Residency was at once proceeded with. To the left as we

advanced the ground was fairly open (with the exception of quite a

small village) for about 1,100 yards in the direction of the British

Infantry mess-house. To the right also, for about 300 yards, there was

a clear space, then a belt of jungle intersected by huts and small

gardens extending for about 400 yards farther, as far as the Shah

Najaf,[1] a handsome white-domed tomb, surrounded by a court-yard, and

enclosed by high masonry loopholed walls; and beyond the Shah Najaf

rose the Kadam Rasul,[2] another tomb standing on a slight eminence.

But little opposition was experienced from the village, which was

carried by the Infantry, while the Artillery were brought up to open

fire on the Shah Najaf and Kadam Rasul. The latter was soon occupied

by the 2nd Punjab Infantry, belonging to Greathed's brigade, which had

by this time joined the main body; but the Shah Najaf proved a harder

nut to crack. This building was almost concealed by dense jungle, and

its great strength therefore remained unsuspected until we got quite

close up to it.

Barnston's battalion of Detachments advanced in skirmishing order,

under cover of our guns. One of the shells most unfortunately burst

prematurely, wounding Major Barnston so severely that he died soon

afterwards. Whether it was that the men were depressed by the loss of

their leader, or that they were not prepared for the very damaging

fire which suddenly poured upon them, I know not, but certain it is

that they wavered, and for a few minutes there was a slight panic. The

Commander-in-Chief, with Hope Grant, Mansfield, Adrian Hope, and their

respective staffs, were sitting on their horses anxiously awaiting the

result of the attack, when all at once it became apparent that there

was a retrograde movement on the part of some of the men, who were

emerging from the belt of jungle and hastening towards us. Norman

was the first to grasp the situation. Putting spurs to his horse,

he galloped into their midst, and called on them to pull themselves

together; the men rallied at once, and advanced into the cover from

which they had for the moment retreated. I had many opportunities for

noting Norman's coolness and presence of mind under fire. On this

particular occasion these qualities were most marked, and his action

was most timely.

More Infantry were brought up, but without avail. The enemy evidently

were determined to prevent the capture of the Shah Najaf. Fire was now

opened upon us from a heavy gun on the other side of the Gumti (the

first shot from which blew up one of the ammunition waggons belonging

to the Naval Brigade), and all the cannon that were collected at the

Kaisarbagh and mess-house were brought to bear upon us. The musketry

fire was incessant, and Peel's men suffered so severely that one of

his guns could not be worked.

Sir Colin was beginning to get extremely anxious, and no wonder--the

position was most uncomfortable, and the prospect very gloomy. Three

hours since the attack began! The day was rapidly drawing to a close,

and we were no nearer our object; on the contrary, the opposition

became every moment stronger, and the fire more deadly. A retreat was

not to be thought of; indeed, our remaining so long stationary had

been an encouragement to the enemy, and every one felt that the only

chance for the little British army fighting against 30,000 desperate

mutineers, with every advantage of position and intimate knowledge of

locality in their favour, was to continue to advance at all hazards;

and this our gallant old Chief decided to do. Placing himself at the

head of the 93rd, he explained to the only too eager Highlanders the

dangerous nature of the service, and called on them to follow him.

There was no mistaking the response; cheer after cheer rent the air

as they listened to the words of the Chief they knew so well, and

believed in so thoroughly, assuring him of their readiness to follow

whithersoever he should lead, do whatever he should direct. They moved

off, followed by Peel's guns dragged by sailors and some of the Madras

Fusiliers, the advance of the party being covered by Middleton's Field

battery, which dashed to the front and opened with grape.

Almost instantaneously the narrow path along which we were proceeding

was choked with wounded officers and dead and struggling horses. It

was here that Sir Archibald Alison, Sir Colin's Aide-de-camp, lost his

arm, and his brother (another Aide-de-camp) was wounded. Adrian Hope's

horse was shot dead--indeed, very few escaped injury, either to

themselves or their horses. I was one of the lucky few. On reaching

the wall of the Shah Najaf enclosure, it was found to be twenty feet

high, no entrance could be seen, and there were no scaling-ladders

available, so there was nothing for it but to endeavour to breach the

massive wall.[3] The 24-pounders hammered away at it for some time,

but proved quite unequal to the task; though only a few yards off,

they made no impression whatever, and it seemed as if the attempt to

take the position must be abandoned. Peel was, therefore, ordered to

withdraw his guns under cover of some rockets, which were discharged

into the enclosure, and Hope was directed to retire as soon as he

could collect the killed and wounded.

Captain Allgood, Sir Colin's trusted Assistant Quartermaster-General,

was the bearer of the order. He and Hope, after consulting together,

determined that before the latter obeyed they would try to discover

if there did not exist an opening in some other part of the walls.

Assisted by a sergeant of the 93rd, they set about their search, and

actually did find a narrow gap, through which they could see that the

enemy, terrified and thrown into confusion by the exploding rockets

falling amongst them, were fast abandoning the building. The two

friends helped each other through the gap, and, followed by some

Highlanders, they proceeded across the now deserted enclosure to

secure the only gateway, which was on the opposite side to that which

we had attacked; and Allgood had the great pleasure of announcing

to the Commander-in-Chief that there was no need to retire, for the

formidable position was in our possession.

It was getting dark when at length we occupied the Shah Najaf; some of

us got on to the top of the building to take a look round. There was

just light enough to show us a sepoy sauntering unconcernedly up to

the gate, evidently in happy ignorance of what had happened. He soon

discovered that his comrades were no longer masters of the situation,

and, letting his musket fall, he made all haste to the river, into

which he dropped, and swam to the other side.

Sir Colin and my General took up their quarters in the Shah Najaf, but

only nominally, for after a scratch dinner we all joined the troops,

who bivouacked where they stood.

The force was disposed in a semicircle, extending from the Shah

Najaf to the barracks. The wounded were placed in the huts near the

Sikandarbagh, where they passed a most comfortless night, for when

the sun set it rapidly got cold, and the hospital arrangements were

necessarily on a very limited scale.

By this time I was dead beat, having been for sixty hours continually

in the saddle, except when I lay down for a short nap on the night of

the 14th.

We were not allowed, however, to have a very long night's rest. Hours

before dawn on the 17th we were roused by the beating of drums and

ringing of bells (an impotent attempt on the part of the rebel leaders

to excite the enthusiasm of their followers), which caused the troops

to prepare for an attack and stand to their arms. But the enemy were

not in a mood to encounter us in the open, small as our numbers were;

they had suffered heavily the day before, and they must have begun to

realize that their strongest positions were inadequate against British

pluck and determination.

The mess-house was the next point to be carried, but the

Commander-in-Chief thought it would be prudent to make our left quite

secure in the first instance. The duty of occupying the houses and

gardens situated between the barracks and Banks's house was entrusted

to Brigadier Russell. Four bungalows,[4] in which the officers of the

32nd Foot had lived, were first seized. Russell then pushed on towards

Banks's house, which it was necessary to occupy, as it commanded the

crossing over the canal, by which we communicated with the Dilkusha,

and by which it was thought that the people rescued from the Residency

would have to be brought away. Russell, avoiding the main road,

advanced under cover of his Artillery, and forced the rebels to

vacate this important position, and Banks's house was held during the

remainder of the operations by 50 men of the 2nd Punjab Infantry,

under Lieutenant F. Keen.[5]

In the meantime a heavy fire from Peel's guns had been opened on the

mess-house--a double-storied building, situated on slightly rising

ground, surrounded by a ditch 12 feet broad, and beyond that at some

little distance by a loop-holed wall.

Our losses on the previous day had been very severe, and Sir Colin,

anxious to spare his men as much as possible, decided to batter the

place freely with Artillery before permitting it to be attacked.

Peel's guns and Longden's mortars were therefore brought to bear upon

it, and kept up a continual fire until 3 p.m., when the enemy seemed

to think they had had enough, their musketry fire slackened off, and

the Commander-in-Chief, considering the assault might safely be made,

gave the order to advance. The attacking party was commanded by

Brevet-Major Wolseley,[6] of the 90th Light Infantry, and consisted of

a company of his own regiment, a piquet of the 53rd Foot under Captain

Hopkins, and a few men of the 2nd Punjab Infantry under Captain

Powlett, supported by Barnston's Detachments, under Captain Guise, of

the 90th.

The building and its many outhouses were carried with a rush, and

the enemy, who hastily retreated to the Moti Mahal,[7] were followed

across the road, where our troops were stopped by the high wall which

enclosed that building. Wolseley then sent for some Sappers, who

quickly opened out a space through which they all passed. The Moti

Mahal was hotly defended, but without avail, and ere the sun set the

last position which separated the relieved from the relieving forces

was in our possession.

As the party moved off to attack the mess-house, Sir Colin, who, on

his white horse, was interestedly watching the proceedings, ordered me

to procure a regimental colour and place it on one of the turrets

of the building, that Outram might be able to judge how far we had

advanced. I rode off accordingly to the 2nd Punjab Infantry, standing

close by, and requested the Commandant, Captain Green, to let me have

one of his colours. He at once complied, and I galloped with it to the

mess-house. As I entered, I was met by Sir David Baird (one of Sir

Colin's Aides-de-camp), and Captain Hopkins, of the 53rd Foot, by both

of whom I was assisted in getting the flag with its long staff up the

inconveniently narrow staircase, and in planting it on the turret

nearest the Kaisarbagh, which was about 850 yards off. No sooner did

the enemy perceive what we were about, than shot after shot was aimed

at the colour, and in a very few minutes it was knocked over, falling

into the ditch below. I ran down, picked it up, and again placed it in

position, only for it to be once more shot down and hurled into the

ditch, just as Norman and Lennox (who had been sent by Sir Colin to

report what was going on in the interior of the Kaisarbagh) appeared

on the roof. Once more I picked up the colour, and found that this

time the staff had been broken in two. Notwithstanding, I managed

to prop it up a third time on the turret, and it was not again hit,

though the enemy continued to fire at it for some time.

Outram, unwilling to risk unnecessary loss of men, did not greatly

extend his position until he was sure we were close at hand, but he

was not idle. While Sir Colin was slowly working his way towards him

on the 16th, he had gradually occupied such buildings as lay in the

direction of our advance. From the mess-house we could see the British

flag flying on the top of the engine-house, only a short distance

beyond the Moti Mahal, which satisfactory piece of intelligence Norman

went down to report to Sir Colin, who, with his Chief of the Staff,

had just arrived. I followed Norman, and we two made our way to the

western wall of the Pearl Palace enclosure, outside which Outram and

Havelock were standing together. They had run the gauntlet of the

enemy's fire in coming from the engine house; Colonel Robert Napier

and two other officers who accompanied them, having been wounded, had

to be carried back. Some of Lennox's Sappers set to work, and soon

made a hole in the wall[8] large enough for these two distinguished

men to pass through.

I had never before met either of them. In Afghanistan Outram had been

a friend of my father, who had often spoken to me about him in terms

of the warmest admiration, and his courage and chivalry were known and

appreciated throughout India. It was therefore with feelings of the

most lively interest that I beheld this man, whose character I so

greatly admired. He was then fifty-four years of age, strong and

broad-shouldered, in no way broken down by the heavy load of

responsibility and anxiety he had had to bear, or the hardships he had

gone through. Havelock, the hero of a hundred fights, on the contrary,

looked ill, worn and depressed, but brightened up a little when Norman

told him he had been made a K.C.B.

Sir Colin waited to receive these two heroes on the ground sloping

down from the mess-house, and it was there that the meeting between

the three veterans took place. A most impressive and memorable scene

was that meeting, which has been well depicted in the historical

picture by Barker.

As if to show the rage and disappointment of the enemy at this

evidence of the success of our operations, every gun in the Kaisarbagh

was turned upon us, and it was under a shower of shot and shell that

the interview was held; it did not last long, for it was neither the

time nor the place to discuss plans for the future. All Sir Colin

could then say was that the troops should be removed outside Lucknow

as soon as the women and children had been brought away, and he

expressed his 'thankfulness that the relief of the garrison had been

accomplished.'

[Illustration: MAJOR-GENERAL SIR JAMES OUTRAM, G.C.B.

_From a painting by Thomas Brigstocke, R.A._]

Norman and I obtained permission to accompany Outram and Havelock back

to the Residency. It was intensely but painfully interesting to visit

this scene of so many acts of heroism, and of so much suffering

endured with unexampled fortitude. We first went to the posts occupied

by Havelock's force in the Chatta Manzil, and in other buildings which

have long since disappeared. At one of these we stopped to watch the

Artillery trying to silence the enemy's guns on the opposite side of

the river. We talked to the men, who were keen to hear news from the

outer world and the story of our advance. It was some little time

before we discovered in one of them the Commander of the battery,

Captain William Olpherts,[9] for in his soiled and torn summer

clothing, his face thin, worn, and begrimed with smoke, it was

difficult to distinguish the officer from his men, and it was under

these levelling circumstances that I had the honour of making the

acquaintance of my distinguished brother officer, whose audacious

courage on the occasion of Havelock's advance over the Charbagh bridge

had won the admiration of everyone in the force, and gained for him

the Victoria Cross.

We next came to the Bailey-guard; and as we looked at the battered

walls and gateway, not an inch without a mark from a round shot or

bullet, we marvelled that Aitken and Loughman could have managed to

defend it for nearly five months. There was plenty of evidence on all

the surrounding buildings of the dangerous nature of the service which

they and their gallant Native comrades had so admirably performed.

Although we were pressed for time, we could not resist stopping to

speak to some of the Native officers and sepoys, whose magnificent

loyalty throughout the siege was one of the most gratifying features

of the Mutiny.

At length we came to the Residency itself, where we met a few old

friends and acquaintances, who welcomed us with the most touching

enthusiasm. Mrs. (afterwards Lady) Inglis and the Rev. J.P. Harris and

his wife I had known at Peshawar; there were also Mrs. Fletcher Hayes,

the widow of the poor fellow whose murder by the men of his own escort

near Mainpuri I have related, and Mrs. Case, the widow of the brave

Major of the 32nd, who lost his life at the affair of Chinhut. Mrs.

Inglis showed us the tiny room which she and her children had shared

with Mrs. Case all through the siege; but it was difficult to get any

of them to speak of their miserable experiences, which were too sad

and terrible, and too recent to be talked about, and they naturally

preferred to dwell on their thankfulness for the relief that had come

at last, and to listen to our account of what had happened in other

places.

It was too late then to go round the position; that had to be left

for another day; indeed, it was quite dark when we returned to

Head-Quarters, established by our Chief in the open, his soldierly

instincts prompting him to remain with his troops.

[Footnote 1: Shah Najaf is the tomb of Ghazi-ud-din Haidar, first King

of Oudh, built by himself. It derives its name from Najaf, the hill

on which is built the tomb of Ali, the son-in-law of Mahomed, and of

which tomb this is said to be a copy.]

[Footnote 2: The Kadam Rasul, or Prophet's footprint, a Mahomedan

place of worship, which contained a stone bearing the impress of the

foot of the Prophet, brought from Arabia by a pilgrim. During the

Mutiny the holy stone was carried off.]

[Footnote 3: Lieutenant Salmon, R.N. (now Admiral Sir Nowell Salmon,

K.C.B.), climbed up a tree overhanging this wall, in order to see what

was going on behind it; he succeeded in obtaining useful information,

but on being perceived, was fired at and badly wounded. He received

the V.C.]

[Footnote 4: Marked D on the map.]

[Footnote 5: Now Major-General Keen, C.B. It was an extremely

responsible charge for so young an officer with such a small party, as

it was very isolated and exposed to attack.]

[Footnote 6: Now Field-Marshal Viscount Wolseley, K.P.,

Commander-in-Chief.]

[Footnote 7: Called the Pearl Palace from the fancied resemblance of

one of its domes (since destroyed) to the curve of a pearl.]

[Footnote 8: A slab let into the south-west corner of the wall marks

the spot.]

[Footnote 9: Now General Sir William Olpherts, V.C., K.C.B.]

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