The Express.
London, England, 1857-10-03 00:00:00

MEERUT.

The following harrowing account of the scenes
enacted be the rebels at Meerut has been forwarded
by Corporal Woodward, in the Ctrabineers, to his
auger, who is now resident in the neighbourhood of
Exeter :

Meerut, June 3.
Dear 3ieter,-1 write to you now, as I am in the midst
of many foes, and may not have the opportunity of sending
to you span, as the country in in • state of mutiny. AO
the native army have mutinied against the British, and the
rebel. bare joined them, so we are in very hot quarters.
We have to be out night and day, ma the natives are meek
stonger in number than we ere, and they 'bran make
their attack in the night. I am under order, to be of to
Delhi forthwith ; they are at it up to their throats, as then ,
is but 400 of us to face sin or seven thoueand, and then is
no quarter shown to no bat death. I have just come
In from • vedette party, when we bad to face 74 run-
away soldier.; they had all their arms and ammunition. We
were very few in number (about 20), and they lied into •
thick wood, where we could not get with our hones, end they
gut behind uses and other pleas, and opened lre urn an
I can mews you the bullets came whistling pest my bend
till they made me wink. We had to dream and fellow
them into the wood. Then ears the straggle; blood ins
lying like min. One of my eammedea was stabbed through
the bear with • bayonet, and several more wounded. I bed
the ter of my helmet blown off by a bullet, and my berm
wen warded in the shoulder, but not very severely. We
overilmbed era et last, and killed every mum; but the beat
and the lams elf the beer were dreadful, ea we amid not
grin any weir he sore time. News arrives every day from
Debi. when mite of or troops am, end every %snarlers,
wee of army per fellows being killed. My serjeant-reirr
✓dherco Ire others of my troop have beep killed, and I have
to go rrw to 111 up their place, so I may be deed before this
latter Ivrea this country ; but I hops I shall have the plea.
stun of median a few more black swine to kingdom earn. I
feel mad to kill them, fur they have mutilated all the peer
1101902 of our colour in • burrow, meaner ; in fed, too bed
to mention. If you had men the eights that I have seen, you
would die with shame. They eat spoor little girl belonging
to the riding master of the 3rd Light Cavalry into equate
inches of poor thing !—who esaM not firmed
herself. They set fire to all the Aimee houses, end burnt
everything. We were all sitting at tee one Sun-
day evening, when the alerts wee given to turn
out immediately. My regiment, with the 60th Rifles,
end emir 'riflery, were all that wee there ; but we went
es
bard a• our hones could carry us, and semi of our
horses had sever been saddled before, so you can see we had
pretty tight work to stick upon them ; but that was no time
nor place to think of felling off, so we drove them
into the jos& with little trouble, but we cord set use atm
—they would not See no. I and live met took Ave primmer
the neat morning, sad one I killed. He err me to clue
him some water, sad whilst I wee pedWg my leek aura
under my arm be thrust a awned-Wok at my breast ; bat the
horse reed and eased my life, so you me the desire of this
life. But fighting ts the delight of a soldier •we never think
of being killed; all we think of Is killing. I bar bed my
sword ground to-day, which will split • man Ia ewe helves
if l en get a fair slap et him—end we span noneen; maim
is spared but women and children. I hem not beer from
Bally. Now don't you think it very unkind of be I' Bat
never few, I hope to meet her aet.injet, if I tut my way
through this war. If I do net, bye to you ell. Give
my love to everybody ; and new in off to the field Ile We
as the trumpet sounds. I have written this with all my bake
on; ao good bye, my dearest lister.—From your affectionate
Istothar.—Cerporal Woodward."