The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 311 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 311 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857.
of May was marked by a new mutiny in different military stations, widely separated from each other, throughout the North-Western Provinces and Bengal.  The tidings of the possession of Delhi by the mutineers stimulated the daring madness of regiments that had been touched by disaffection.  Some mutinied from mere panic, some from bitterness of hate.  Some fled away quietly with their arms, to join the force that had now swelled to an army in the city of the Great Moghul; some repeated the atrocities of Meerut, and set up a separate standard of revolt, to which all the disaffected and all the worst characters of the district flocked, to gratify their lust for revenge of real or fancied wrongs, or their baser passions for plunder and unmeaning cruelty.  The malignity of a subtle, acute, semi-civilized race, unrestrained by law or by moral feeling, broke out in its most frightful forms.  Cowardice possessed of strength never wreaked more horrible sufferings upon its victims, and the bloody and barbarous annals of Indian history show no more bloody and barbarous page.

The course of English life in those stations where the worst cruelties and the bitterest sufferings have been inflicted on the unhappy Europeans has been for a long time so peaceful and undisturbed, it has gone on for the most part in such pleasant and easy quiet and with such absolute security, that the agony of sudden alarm and unwarned violence has added its bitterness to the overwhelming horror.  It is not as in border settlements, where the inhabitants choose their lot knowing that they are exposed to the incursions of savage enemies,—­but it is as if on a night in one of the most peaceful of long-settled towns, troops of men, with a sort of civilization that renders their attack worse than that of savages, should be let loose to work their worst will of lust and cruelty.  The details are too recent, too horrible, and as yet too broken and irregular, to be recounted here.

Although, at the first sally of the mutineers from Delhi against the force that had at length arrived, a considerable advantage was gained by the Europeans, this advantage was followed up by no decisive blow.  The number of troops was too small to attempt an assault against an army of thirty thousand men, each man of whom was a trained soldier.  The English force was unprovided with any sufficient siege battery.  It could do little more than encamp, throw up intrenchments for its own defence, and wait for attacks to be made upon it,—­attacks which it usually repulsed with great loss to the attackers.  The month of June is the hottest month of the year at Delhi; the average height of the thermometer being 92 deg..  There, in such weather, the force must sit still, watch the pouring in of reinforcements and supplies to the city which it was too small to invest, and hear from day to day fresh tidings of disaster and revolt on every hand,—­tidings of evil which there could scarcely be any hope of checking, until this central point of the mutiny had fallen before the British arms.  A position more dispiriting can scarcely be imagined; and to all these causes for despondency were added the incompetency and fatuity of the Indian government, and the procrastination of the home government in the forwarding of the necessary reinforcements.

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