Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-06-04

death was upon me, as felt my wife cling
to my arm, saw her loving, despairing eyes
looking into mine, and felt that could do
nothing to save her.
"My own. M own,n I cried, .only one
short year together, and now to be sepa-
rated Tor ever, Way did I ever bring
you 70 this cursed country? Why were
| you given to me il we were to be parted so
soen
There can be no separation for these
whose love is irue," said the chaplain.
What happier los could God lave gwen
! you. Lave and JOY on earth, and now az
| eternity OF happiness together in heaven
| One short moment of pain, and then the
crowns OF glory thai never fade; the IN
speakable joys that eye hath not seen ner
ear heard. .
All very well Tor you who are sare OF
heaven. interrupted st. Hill; :. but how
about ms? Why should I not save my life
while can? II your Bible be true there
is an eternity of misery III store for me if
it be false, why should / die for a lie I:
Christian or Massaiman, Whist does it
matter r
| Tie Captains scholarj," gasped phi
yate Smith, who was badly wounded, land
Knows best, no doubt; bat I won't turn
Niger to please that old heather. No;
I'll die good Christian, did if l went.
Do not talk so wildly, Captain St.
Hill, expostulated the chaplain. Our
God is mercifula and loving, and judges not
as man judges. Do what is right and trust
your soul to Him who died for you. Re-
pent, repent; there is yet time, " cried the
missionary
80 Between the stirrup and the ground
He mercy sought and mercy found
You will be brand snatehed from the
burning"
Maybe I shall. Anyhow duty must
be done, of course, and it wouldn't do for
one of the old Twenty fifth to turn Mus
sulman through funk. Still it's very hard
lines that of all men should have to play
a martyrs part. How the fellows will
laugh at mess when they are told that
Sans Fol died for the faith"
will you repeat the kulma and live, or
viii you die like dogs as you are ? There
is but one God, and Mohammed is his
prophet 7"
The dead silence which followed was
broken by the chaplain's calm, steady voice,
In the hour Of death, good Lord, dsliver
u.s."
Suddenly st. Hill sprang to his feet with
wild laugh There is but one devil, y
cried he In Hindustani, and Mohammed
is his vizier VIII that do, you son OF a
Pig.
g Blasphemy, blasphemy!" shouted the
Multi, ''let him die the death. In an
other instant volley of musketry blazed
out, and ST. Hill fell, riddled with bullets
with him fell poor young Stubs, who
had thrown himself between st. Hill and
his murderers. Mad with rage and thirst
ing for more blood, the Sowars were rush
ing on us, when the Mutt stopped them :
"They are dogs and sons of dogs, but their
blood shall be on their own heads; not one
more Of them shall die until he has had an
other chance of joining the true believers.
Leave them alone until the 'muezzin calls
to morning prayer; then, If they will not
repent, they shall surely die"
Slowly and sullenly the Mufti's follow
ers drew back. after tying us hand and
foot to trees to prevent any attempt at
escape, and once more we were left alone
to our own thoughts. Slowly the hours
passed by and the night was far spent
when faint sound reused me from the
stupor in which / had fallen. l listened
intently, and made out that it was firing
in the distance, which gradually drew
nearer, though it was almost drowned in
the roar of the swollen torrent rushing past
our rear, and was evidently unheard by
the Sepoys, who were gathered round their
fires, smoking, eating and sleeping in per-
e. 1r,nof
every direction. Gradually the darkness
cleared away, and the first streak of light
appeared on the horizon. Then the cry to
prayer ringing through the encampment,
all the followers of the Prophet, kneeling
down on their prayer-carpets, performed
their morning devotions with great fervor,
and then rose up to begin the day with a
fresh butchery.
"Let their accursed priests be first
brought up, was the order given by the
Mutt, in obedience to which Chasuble and
Calvin Longwynd were united and dragged
before him. You have had full time for
repentance-now, once for all, will you be-
lieve or will you die p Before either of
them could answer him wounded Sowar
dashed into the midst of the party, and
without pulling up his steaming horse
shouted out, Ride for your ives-the
Sahib log are close behind p At the
sound OF that dreaded name panic seized
all the Sowars, who rushed pell-mell to
their horses, while the infantry men
caught up their arms and crowded to-
gether, doubtful whether to fly or not.
The Mutt alone remained firm and col
lected. Above the tumult his voice rang
out clear and high, "Stand firm, believers
victory or paradise y but his words fell
on needless ears, for. even as they
were uttered dozen or more Sowars
dashed through in headlong flight, rid
ing down every one who stood in their
way and throwing the whole force into
hopeless confusion. A wild stampede en-
sued as the sound of cavalry at full gailop
drew nearer, and crowd Of Sowars rode
past, squirting for dear life. Only the
Mutt and three grizzled old troopers re-
NAMED calm and unmoved, even when the
ringing cheer of our lancers foretold their
doom. The gates of paradise are open
ing wide; the Prophet himself beckons to
US. Forward forward die like true
Chazis p cried the Multi. With desperate
courage the three fanatics charged furiously
on the advancing squadron, cut down the
Major and threw themselves on the line OF
lancers, while the Mutt sprang forward,
stabbed Chasuble to the heart, and was in
the act Of striking at the missionary when
lance driven home by strong arm
pierced him through and through ; so the
Christian martyr and the Mussulman fell
side by side, and each went to his own
place.
In few moments we were unbound and
safe. Our first thought was of our fallen
| friends. Chasuble and st. Hill were past
all help, but Stubs still breathed, and a
few drops of brandy from troopers flask
gave him momentary strength. As we
raised his head he tried hard to speak, and,
leaning over him, heard whisper, SIS
he alive? / did my best, tell her." 1t
was his last effort, and in moment he was
with the rival for whom he had died. His
last message was never delivered, for Miss
Bell had been massacred, together with the
whole of the garrison, except our small
party. A native servant, who escaped
and came into camp a few days afterward,