Arkansas true Democrat., 1858-02-09
From Le Pays of Paris. The Indian Mutinies-Thrilling Account of the Relief of Lucknow.
Calcutta, Thursday, October 8, Iooi.

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 rive you the following account of the relief of Lucknow, as described by lady, one of the rescued party: On every side death stared us in the face; no human skill could avert It any Iopoer We saw the moment approach when we must bid farewell to earth, yet without feel inc that unutterable horror which must have been experienced by the unhappy victims at Co,vnnore We were resolved rather to die than to yield. and were fully persuaded that in twenty-four hours all would be over. The en- gineers had said so, and all knew the worst The women strove to encourage each other, and to perform the light duties which had been as signed to us such as conveying orders to the batteries and supplying the men with provisions, especially cups of coffee, which we prepared day and night I had gone out to try and make myself useful, in company with Jessie Brown, th,, wife of corporal in my husbands regi- ment. Poor Jessie had been in state ot rest less excitement all through the siege, and had fallen away visiblv within the last few days. A constant fever consumed her, and her mind wandered occasionally, especially that day, when the recolectons of home seemed power fully present to her At last. overcome with fatigue she lay down on the ground, wrapped up in her plaid I sat beside her, promising to awaken her when, as she said, " her father should return from the blowing" She fell at length into profound slumber, motiOnleSS and, apparently, breathless, her head resting in my lap myself could no longer resist the inclina- ton to sleep in spite of the continual roar of the cannon. Suddenly 1 was aroused by a wild unearthly scream close to my ear my compan- ion 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, Dime ye hear it? | dime ve hear it? Ah Pm no dreamin, it's the slogan O the Highlandersl We're saved, we're saved" Then, flung herself on her knees, she thanked God with passionate fervor. felt ut terly bewildered: my English ears heard only the roar of artillery, and l thought my poor Jessie was still raving, but she darted to the bat
 teries, and heard her cry necessarily to the men, "Courage! courage; hark to the slogan to the MacGregor, the grandes of them d. Here help at lastl" To describe the effect of these words upon the soldiers would be impos- | sible. For moment they ceased firing, and every soul listened in intense anxiety. Gradu- 1 ally, however, there arose a murmur of bitter disappointment, and the wailng of the women | who had tocked to the spot burst out anew as the Colonel shook his head. Our dull lowland ears heard nothing but the rattle of the musket- | ". 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 50 clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole line" Will ye no be- lieve it moo? The slogan has ceased indeed, but the Campbells are comin'! Dye hear, dye hear? At that moment we seemed indeed to hear the voice of God in the distance, when the pibroch of the Highanders brought us tdings of deverance, for now there was no longer any doubt of the fact. That shrill, penetrating, ceaseless sound, which rose above all other sounds could come neither from the advance of the enemy, nor from the work of the Sappers. No, it was indeed the blast of the Scottish bag pipes, now shrill and harsh, as threatening ven- geance 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 a heart in the residency of Lucknow but bowed itself before God All
 by one simultaneous impulse fell upon their knees, and nothing was heard but bursting sobe and the murmured voice of prayer. Then all arose. and there rang out from a thousand lips a great shout of joy which resounded far and wide
 and lent new vlgOr to that blessed pibroch. To our cheer of God save the Queen" they re- piled by the we'll known strain that moves every Scot to tears, Should auld acquaintance be forgot etc. After that nothing else made any impression on me. l scarcely remember what followed. Jessie was presented to the General on his entrance into the fort and at the officers banquet her health was drunk by all present, while the pipers marched round the table play | ing once more the familiar air of "Auld lang | syne."