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who were too severely wounded to walk, they were obliged
to leave them to their fate. It is this circumstance which
has made the tital loss so heavy, amounting, as it does, to

fully one half of our force.
The remnant made good their retreat to the steamer
(including all those whose wounds permitted them to be
helped along), and returned to D inapore at twelve o'clock
yesterday. Thus ended this melancholy business. The
march upon Arrah at night was very injudicious, as our
soldiers never even had a chance of seeing the enemy
until the following morning. The locality also was un-
known to them. They had no means of carrying away
their wounded, and I am told the men of the 10th had had
nothing whatever to eat the whole day of the 29th.
I have heard only a few names of the officers who were
killed, viz., Captain Ifigilby, Ensign Anderson, Captain
Dunbsr, and the three officers of the 37th, whose names I
don't know.

The following is an interesting account of the
affair at Arrah. It is dated from Patna, July 31,

and written by a volunteer who took part in the ex•
pedition :

About eleven o'clock the moon went down ; however, as
we did not expect that the mutineers would face us, we
still went on till we came within about a mile of the forti-
fied house. We were passing a thick black mango grove
to our right, when all of a sudden, without any warning,
the whole place was lighted up by a tremendous volley
poured into us at about thirty or forty yards distance. It is
impossible to say how many men fired into us—some
say 500, some 1,500. The next thing I remember was
finding myself alone, lying in the middle of the road, with
a crack on the head, and my hat gone. I suppose I must
have been stunned for a minute. When I recovered there
were several men lying by me, and not a living sonl could
I see. There were lots to hear, though, for the bullets
from right to lest were whistling over my head. I was
just thinking where our men could be, and which way
I should run, when I saw the sepoys advancing out of
the grove with their bayonets within a dozen yards of
me. I fired my double-barrel right and left into them, and
then ran towards our men, whom I could hear shouting
on the left, under a tremendous fire from both parties.
Everything now was in a most dreadful confusion ; the
men were scattered in groups of fifties and twenties, firing
in every direction, and, I fear, killing each other. At
last a Captain Jones, a very fine fellow—our commander
was never seen again after the first volley—got hold of a
bugler and got the men together in a sort of hollow place
—a half-filled pond. There we all lay down in a square.
I was in the middle, with the doctor, helping him to tie
up the wounis of the poor fellows, and bringing them
water. The firing was all this time going on. The
enemy could see us, as we were all (tressed in whites,
while they were nearly naked, and behind trees and walls.
However, the men fired about at random. At last the
poor doctor was knocked over, badly wounded. It was
dreadful to hear the poor wounded fellows asking for
help.
I shall never forget that night as long as I live. We
held a consultation, and determined to retreat, as the
enemy was at least 8,000 or 4,000 strong, and had, be-
sides, several cannon. Directly morning dawned we
formed order, and began our retreat. The whole distance,
sixteen miles, we walked under a most tremendous fire ;
the ditches, the jungles, the houses, and, in fact, every
place of cover along the road was lined with sepoys. We
kept up a fire as we went along, but what could we do?
We could see no enemy, only puffs of smoke. We tried
to charge, but there was nobody to charge ; on all sides
they fired into us, and were scattered all over the country
in groups of tens and twenties. Dozens of poor fellows
were knocked over within a yard of me on my right and
left, but, thank God, I escaped in the most wonderful way.
The last five miles of the road I carried a poor wounded
fellow, who begged me not to leave him, and though we had
had nothing to eat for more than twenty-four hours, &Mir
had had no sleep for two nights, I never felt so strong in my
life, and I stepped out with the man as if he had been a
feather, though he was as big as myself. Poor fellow !
the men, most of them more or less wounded, were leaving
him behind, and the cowardly sepoys, who never came
within 200 yards of us, were running up to murder him.
I got the poor fellow safe over the nullah ; I swam out
and got a boat, put him in, and want over with a lot of
others. The poor fellow thanked me with tears in his
eyes. At the crossing of the nullah we lost a great many
men; they threw away their muskets to pull the boats and
to swim over, and were shot down like sheep.
I never before knew the horrors of war, and what I have
gone through I hope will make a lasting impression on
my mind, and make me think more of God and His
great goodness to me. I sin sure Sod spared me because
He knew I was not fit to die; and I pray God that He
will prepare me, for we can truly say we know not what
a day may bring forth. I had several extraordinary
escapes, one bullet went between my legs as I was walking
and broke a man's leg in front of me ; another bullet hit
me on the back of the head, knocking me down but
hardly breaking the skin. Everything here is quiet as
yet, but people are in a great panic. I cannot say that I
am. Out of the 400 fine fellows that started for Arrah
nearly '2OO were killed, and of the remainder I'
do not think more than 50 to 80 were riot wounded;
out of seven volunteers five were knocked over, four killed
and one wounded. This has been the most disastrous
affair that has happened out here. I hope, however, we
may soon get some more troops again from Calcutta,
and get back our name. I cry to think of the way we
were beaten, and of the number of poor fellows who wets
killed. I will send this letter at coca, for perhaps the
dak may be stopped, and I may not be able to send
a letter in a day or two. I will write again if I can,
but do not be alarmed if Ido not. The crack on my
head hardly broke the skin, and is nothing; the bullet