Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1858-02-18
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY IS, 1868.
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"THE CAMPBELLS ARE COMTN,p,


Scarcely out of SCOTS novels can a scene
be found more dramatic, touching and pic
turesque, than that Of the relief of Luck
now, described by lady, the wife of an
officer at Lucknow, in letter published in
the London Times.
To give its due effect, it should be re-
membered that Gen. Havelock was not an
hour too soon in his relief, as the advance,
of the enemy's batteries and mines had
settled the fate of the garrison; and it
should be known that in the continual up
roar of the cannonade, and the distractions
of military works and buildings, the belea-
guered and devoted garrison did not hear
or see anything of the advancing relief
until the battle had been fought outside,
and the relieving force was marching up
to the gates.
"On every side death stared US in the
face; no human skill could avert it any
longer. We saw the moment approach
when we must bid farewell to earth, vet
without feeling that unutterable horror
which must have been experienced by the
unhappy victims of Cawnpore. We were
resolved rather to die than to yield, and
were fully persuaded that in 24 hours all
would be over The engineers had said so,
and all knew the worst. We women strove
to encourage each other, and to perform the
light duties which had been assigned us,
such as conveying orders to the batteries
and supplying the men with provisions,
especially cups Of coffee, which we prepar-
ed day and night | had gone out TO try
to make myself useful, in company with
Jessie Brown, the wife of corporal in my
husband regiment Poor Jessie had been
in state of restless excitement all through
the siege, and had fallen away visibly within
the last few days. y constant fever CON
sumed her, and her mind wandered occa-
sionally, especially chat day when the rec
objections Of home seemed powerfully pres
ent to her.
At last, overcome with fatigue, she lay
down on the ground, wrapped in her plaid
| sat beside her, promising to awake her
when, as she said, f" her father should re-
turn from the ploughing" She fell at
length into profound slunber, motionless,
and apparently breathless, her head resting
in my lap. L myself could no longer re-
sist the inclination TO Sleep in spite of the
continual roar OF the cannon Suddenly
was aroused by wild, uncarthly scream
close to my ear; my companion stood up
right beside me, her arms raised and her
head bent forward in the attitude of listen
ing. 4 look Of intense delight broke over
her countenance, she clasped my hand,
drew me toward her, and exclaimed,
=" Dinna ye hear it dinna ye hear it p
Ay, I'm no dreamin', it's the slogan O. the
Highlanders. We're saved we're sayedr'
Then finging herself upon her knees, she
thanked God with passionate ferver |
felt utterly bewildered; my English ears
heard only the roar Of artillery, and |
thought my poor Jessie was still raying;
but she dartcd to the batteries, and heard
her cry necessarily to the men, q Courage,
courage hark TO the slogan-to the Mac
gregor, the grandest Of them a. Here's
help at last p
To describe the effect of these words
upon the soldiers would be impossible
For moment they ceased firing, and every
soul listened in intense anxiety. Gradual
ly, however, there arose murmur Of bit
ter disappointment, and the wailing of the
women who had focked to the spot burst
out anew as the Colonel shook his head
Our dull Lowland ears heard nothing but
the rattle OF the muskctry. A few mo-
meDts Of this death-like suspense, of this
agonizing hope, and Jessie, who had again
sunk on the ground, sprang to her feet, and
cried, in a voice so clear and piercing that
- ns.1 II. Ill,
We no believe it moo? The slogan has cea-
sed indeed, but the Campbells are comm .
Dye hear, Dye hear ?" At that moment
we seemed indeed to hear the voic, of
God in the distance, when the pibroeh of
the Highlanders brought us tidings of de
hverance, for now there was no longer any
doubt of the fact
The shrill, penetrating, ceaseless sound,
which rose above all other sounds, could
come neither from the advance of the en-
emy, nor from the work of the Sappers.
No, it was indeed the blast of the Scottish
bagpipes, now shrill and harsh, as threat
ening vengeance on the foe, then in softer
tones, seeming to promise succor to their
friends in need. Never surely was there
such scene as that which followed. Not
heart in the residency of Lucknow but
bowed itself before God All, by one sim
ultaneous impulse, fell upon their knees,
and nothing was heard but bursting sobs
and the murmured voice of prayer. Then
all arose, and there rang out from thou
sand lips a great shout of joy which re-
sounded far and wide, and lent new vigol
to that blessed pibroch To our cheer Of
" God save the Queen, they replied by the
well-known strain that moves every Scot tc
tears, " Should auld acquaintance be for
got" &c. After that, nothing else made
any impression on me. scarcely remem
bered what followed. Jessie was presented
to the General ON his entrance into thu