The Kanzas news., 1858-02-13
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Thrilling Account OF the Relief Of
Lucknow.
CALcuTTA. Oet. g. 185'

Thrilling Account OF the Relief of
~. CALCUTTA, Oct. 8, 1857!
/ give you the following account of the
relic of Lucknow, as described by lady,
one of the rescued party:
ssOn 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, yet
without feeling that unutterable horror which
must have been experienced by the unhappy
victims at Cawnpore. We were resolved
rather to die than to yield, and were fully
persuaded that in twenty-four 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 to US,
such as conveying orders to the batteries
and supplying the men with provisions, es-
peciallv cups of coffee, which we prepared
day and night I had gone out to try and
make myself useful, In company WITH Jes-
sic Brown, the wife of corporal in my
husbands regiment. Poor Jessie had been
in state of restless excitement all through
the siege, and had fallen away visibly with
in the last few days. A constant fever con-
sumed her, and Der mind wandered occa-
sionally, especially that day, when the re-
collections of home seemed powerfully pre-
sented to her. At last, overcome with ia
tigue, she lay down on the ground, wrapped
up in her plaid. sat beside her, promis-
ing to awaken her when, as she said, cher
father should return from the plowing.'- p
She fell at length into profound slumber,
motionless, and, apparently, breathless, her
head resting in my lap. l myself could no
longer resist the inclination to sleep, IN
spite of the continual roar of the cannon.
Suddenly l was aroused By wild, unearth-
" scream close to my ear my companion
stood upright beside me, her arms raised,
and her head bent forward in the attitude of
listening. A look of intense delight broke
over her countenance, she grasped my hand,
drew me towards her, and exclaimed, ''Din-
ma We hear it :? dinna We hear it? Ay, I'm
no dreamin', it's the slogan o. the High
landersi We're saved, we're saved !''-
Then, flinging herself on her knees, she
thanked God with passionate feryor. | felt
utterly bewildered my English ears heard
only the roar of the artillery, and thought
my poor Jessie was still raving, but she
darted to the batteries, and 1 heard her cry
necessarily to the men, Courage! courage
the grandest of them a.. Here's help at
last P'
To describe the effect of these words up
on the soldiers would be impossible. For
a moment they ceased firing, and every soul
listened in intense anxiety. Gradually,
however, there arose a murmur of bitter
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 ear heard nothing but the
rattle of the musketry A few moments
more of this death-like suspense, of this
agonizing hope, and Jessie, who had sunk
on the ground, sprang to her feet, and cried,
in voice so clear and piercing that it was
heard along the whole line-"Will We no
believe it moo? The slogan has ceased,
indeed, but the CamPbells are comm -
Dye hear, dye hear ?'' At that moment
we seemed indeed to hear the voice of God
in the distance, when the pibroch of the
Highlanders brought us tidings of deliver
ance, for now there was no longer any doubt
of the fact. That shrill, penetrating, cease
less sound, which rose above all other sounds,
cOutU HUH lLO- d1h dLNC VI lLlS
enemy, nor from the work of the Sappers.
No, it was indeed the blast of the Scottish
bagpipes, now shrill and harsh, as threaten
ing vengeance on the foes, then in softer
tones seeming to promise succor to their
friends in need. Never, surely, was there
such scene as that which followed. Not
a 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 thousand
lips great shout of Joy which resounded
far and wide, and lent new vigor to that
blessed pibroch. To our cheer of ''God
save the Queen" they replied by the well
known strain that moves every Scot to tears,
'.Should auld acquaintance be forgot" etc.
After that nothing else made any impression
on me. 1 scarcely remember what followed.
Jessie was presented to the General on his
entrance into the fort, and at the officers
banquet her health was drank by all present,
while the pipers marched round the table
playing once more the familiar air of ''Auld
lang syne.'
Lightning-rods on Man.
There is a most singular individual In the