Out of the 2000 men under Havelock’s command 1400 only were British soldiers.  But in that force every man was a hero.  Notwithstanding the scorching heat of an Indian summer,—­in spite, too, of the fact that a number of the men were obliged to march in heavy garments utterly unsuited to the climate; though death, disease, and a thousand perils lay in front of them,—­not a man of Havelock’s “Ironsides” but was impatient to push onward to death or victory.

The general himself was full of humble trust in the Lord, and was in good spirits notwithstanding—­perhaps because of—­the perils before him.  For it is written of him that “he was always as sour as if he had swallowed a pint of vinegar except when he was being shot at,—­and then he was as blithe as a schoolboy out for a holiday”.

Sour he was not, but he kept splendid discipline among his troops.

“Soldiers,” he said as they set out, “there is work before us.  We are bound on an expedition whose object is the supremacy of British rule, and to avenge the fate of British men and women.”

The first battle fought was at Futtehpore.  Writing to his wife on the same night, Havelock said:  “One of the prayers oft repeated throughout my life has been answered, and I have lived to command in a general action....  We fought, and in ten minutes’ time the affair was decided....  But away with vain glory!  Thanks to God Almighty, who gave me the victory.”

Day, after day, the men fought and marched—­marched and fought.  Battle after battle was won against foes of reckless daring, carefully entrenched, amply supplied with big guns, and infinitely superior in numbers.

His men were often half famished.  For two whole days they had but one meal, consisting of a few biscuits and porter!

Hearing that some of the women and children were still alive, having escaped the massacre of 27th June, Havelock pressed on with his wearied little army.  “With God’s help,” said he, “we shall save them, or every man die in the attempt.”

Nana Sahib himself barred the way to Cawnpore.  His 5000 men were well placed in good positions; but they were driven from post to post before the onset of the British.

“Now, Highlanders!” shouted Havelock, as the men halted to re-form after one of their irresistible onslaughts; “another charge like the last wins the day!”

And again the Scots scattered the enemy, at the bayonet’s point.

The sun was far towards the western horizon before the battle was finally over.  The mutineers were brave men; and, though beaten, retreated, reformed, and fought again.

The enemy had rallied at a village; and Havelock’s men, after their day’s fight, lagged a little when, having gone over ploughed fields and swamps, they came again under fire.

[Illustration:  THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW.]

But their general rode out under fire of the guns, and, smiling as a cannon ball just missed him by a hairsbreadth, said:—­