Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1895-01-03

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Sp SN Blk, who store up
XXI SMaStS III violence and robbery in
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~ pIA9S In this day when
\OS vast sums of money
cefsr10 are being given for the
~ redemption of India, |
hope to increase the interest in that
great country, and at the same time
draw for all classes of our people prac-
teal lessons, and so present this fifth
sermon in the round the world
series We step into the ancient CAPT
tai of India, the mere pronunciation OF
its name sending thrill through the
body, mind and soul of all those who
have ever read it's stories Of splendor,
and disaster, and prowess-Delhi.
Before the first historian impressed
his first word in clay, or cut his first
word on marble, or wrote his first
word on papyrus, Delhi stood in In
dia, contemporary of Babylon and
Nineveh. We know that Delhi eX-
listed longer before Christs time than
on the ruins of seven cities, which
ruins cover forty miles with wrecked
temples, broken fortresses, split
tombs, tumble down palaces, and the
debris of centuries. An archmologist
could proiitably spend his life here
talking with the past through its lips
of venerable masonry.
There are a hundred things here
you ought to see IN this city of Delhi,
but three things you must see. The
first thing that l wanted to see was
the Cashmere gate, for that was the
point at which the most wonderful
deed of daring which the world has
ever seen was done. That was the
turning point of the mutiny of 1857.
A lady at Delhi put into my hand an
oil painting of about eighteen inches
square, a picture well executed, but
chiefly valuable for what it repre-
scented. 1t was scene from the time
of mutiny; two horses at full run,
harnessed to carriage in which were
four persons. She said: Those per-
sons on the front side are my father
and mother. The young lady on the
back seat holding in her arms baby
of year was my eldest sister and
the baby was myself. My mother,
who is down with fever in the next
room, painted that years ago. Fhe
horses are in full run because we are
fleeing for our lives. My mothei is
driving, for the reason that father,
-otaudiug' up III the 'front.' OF his car
rage, had to defend us with his gun,
as you there see. He fought our way
out and on for many mile, shobting
down the Sepoys as we went. We had
somewhat suspected trouble and be-
come suspicious Of our servants. !
prince had requested a private inter
view with my father, who was editor
of the Delhi Gazette. The prince pro-
posed to come yelled, so that no one
might recognize him, but my mother.
insisted on being present, and the in
terview did not take place. A large
fish had been sent to our family, and
four other families, the present an of
fering of thanks for the kings recov-
cry from a recent sickness. But we
suspected poison and did not eat the
fish. One day all our servants came
up and said they must go and see what
was the matter. We saw what was
intended and knew that if the servants
returned they would murder all of us
Things grew worse and worse until
this scene of flight shown you in the
picture took pl.ce. You see the horses
were wild with fright. This was not
only because of the discharge of guns,
but the horses were struck and pound
ed by Sepoys, and ropes were tied
across the way, and the savage halloo,
and the shout of revenge made all the
way of our fight horror"
The books have fully recorded the
heroism displayed at Delhi and APP
proXimate regions, but make no men,
ton of this family of Wagentreibers
whose flight l am mentioning. But
the Madras "Atheneum" printed tkis:
And now. Are not the deeds of the
Wagentreibers, though he wore round
hat and she crinoline, as worthy of
imperishable verse as those of the
heroic pair whose nuptials graced the
court of Charlemagne? A more touch
ing picture than that of brave men con-
tending with well nerved arm against
the black and threatening fate impcnd
ing over his wife and child, we have
never seen. Here was no strife for the
glory of physical prowess, or the spoil
of shining arms, but conquest of the
human mind, an assertion of the pow
ers of intellect over the most appalling
array of circumstances that could as
sail human being. Men have become
gray in front of sudden and unexpected
peril, and in ancient days so much was
courage matter of heroics and mere
instinct that we read in immortal verse
of heroes struck with panic and fleeing
before the enemy. But the savage
Sepoys, with their hoarse war cry, and