The Sun.
London, England, 1857-09-03 00:00:00

JUB BULPORE.

The following narrative is from an officer whose
position enables him to give accurate inf)rwa ion
"Jubbulporr., July 12, closed 21.
"So far we a e safe, and bave been most mercifully
preserved.
"On the 2d inst. I sent off my last letter to you ; on
the 4th, hearing that the 421 and the 3.1 Irregular
Cavalry, at Senor, had mutinied, and were coming this
way, I held a council of war, when we resolved to fortify
my house, and all come into it,
" At 8 o'clock p.m. we all accordingly sat down to
dinner, some 49 of us, ladies and men, beside, 15 chil-
dren. We also slept here, and next day busily bet to
work t) fortify and provision the garrison.
I appointed three garrison engineers, two commis-
sariat cffictrs, a p,,f,tmaster, garrison staff, and, in fact,
told off nearly every man for some particular duty.
"We have 'nada my house a very strong fort, and
you would not•know it again ; all its beauty is gone ;
but who cares so long as our lives are preserved and we
keep our heilth.
" Clerk and I have your dressing-room as our bed•
roma ; eight and ten gentlemen occupy the north aed
south-rooms, and from four to eight ladies and lots of
children several rooms. The west verandah and entre .cc
ball are complete barracks.
" A few days after we came here we heard of the In-
dore and Mhow mutinies, and that the mutineers were
coming here, but fortunately no enemy came.
" The Durnmow district has gone to rain, and is in a
complete state of anarchy. Saeger is nearly as bad. The
Brigadier has shut all the officers up in the fort there.
" Tne 421 and great part of the 31 Irregulars have
mutinied; the 31st Itegt, have not, but a few days age
(endf r their native officers) attacked the rebels and drove
them out of the place, Pitskey and Hamilton, two of
my officers, assisting them; and, although all the vfil;er6
of the 31st witnessed the fight and wished to join, the
Brigadier would not allow them.
"The 52d are behaving very well here, and I have
ordered them full batta to the end of the year, and shall
recommend it as a permanent reward if they remain
stanch ; but, to tell the truth. I doubt the regiment being
much better than any other. Circumstances alone keep
them quiet. TnEre is no treasure. We merely colect
enough to pay ourselves and them. If theiplundered the
country they could not take away the property, as the
Booudelas would loot and murder them, &c, I aen
making arranpments, such as I can, t' re,tere Dum-
mow, and if I succeed in that object I !laink we shall
held our post safely n
till you send us Europeae.
_

" July 14
" Still, Almighty God has preserved 113 in, safety an i
health. You may suppose the resp maibiiiiy I have,
but I keep well aad sleep well when out woke up by
expresses and orderinq, dake, which come in at all hours
day and night. The 52 1 mess manage everything in the
eiliigile tine (eating and drinking) ; ladies and gen-
ogether—a strangescene, quite a ba,rack
khans
tdn
life. In the evening a few of us drive out; others ride
and walk in my park, as we cannot afford above six or
eight to leave the garrison together. We have stored
lots of provision*, and are digging a well in the Zmana
cornp,runcl.
" I have not heard from the Agra Government for six
weeks, but write daily to the Supreme Government, and
as yet the GJvernor-General has approved of all my
doings.
" Pinkey is at Saugor watching the course of events.
He is a fine gallant fellow. The Rao of Gootarai is
managing Jaloun ; the Ranee, Jbansi ; the Rajah of
Bsnpore, Chandhairee ; but I tear the latter is not, faith-
ful. I have now got the post- ace in my verandah.
They hangsd the deputy-por.ttnaster at Saugor the other
my letters and giving information to the
dolt
if:ere orpp: ping

" A moveable column has been ordered up to our
assistance by the Governor-General from Katnptee, and
when it arrives (about the let proximo) I shall accom-
pany it, first going to Durumow, then to Saugor, and
halt three for the Bombay colamo, which I hope will
come up via In lore and Bhopal.
" Alas, alas 1 more of our friends are gone. Dear
noble-hearted Blake, shot de :d in his own lines at
Gwalior by a scoundrel. The other men threw them-
selves on his body and wept, and then mutinied. I must
now stop. The troops in this division are now quiet.
We only have the rebellious Boondelas to thrash. All
goes on well ; thank God lor his mercy !
" W. C. E."