The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1929-12-20
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smiles. She screws the small guam
tity of hair nature bestowed upon
her head into knob behind. her
Scotch. well-marked features coming
out in full relief. Her face has a
mask of sunburn. Night attack at
half past twelve.
September Is. Two natives
(friends) wounded by our own shell !;
one having his fingers, the other his
toes blown off. Poor fellowsl
September 81 Marriott nursing
Katie who is wasting away. Poor lit
tie Orphanl At times. when seeing
the children gradually fading away,
| feel thankful that my poor boy was
spared slow death. The food would
never have suited him who was so
carefully, fondly tended and watched.
1t was hard, very hard to be called
upon to part with him at few hours
notice. 1t makes us. remember how
little we possess is ours; only lent to
usl
September %. Mr.. Gunliffe died of
low fever with which he had been
laid up some time. My husband at
tackled with the scurvy.
Hope Inspires Generosity.
September %. Heard distant guns
supposed to be our relieving forces.
September "a. Distant guns still
continue to be heard. How welcome
the sound although we know how hard
our men must be fighting. We be-
come more venturesome as our coun-
trymen approach.
September %. Mr.. Alexander died,
his leg having been previously shot
off. Saw him carried into messroom,
laid on the table, leaving stream of
blood behind. Captain Hughes died.
He was wounded some days ago in
the shoulder.
September 20. Sitting at table
when bullet struck it quite close to
my hand as it was resting on it 1
turned quite faint, thinking l was
hurt, but was thankful to find l was
not. Once before a bullet struck my
petticoats.
October 1. Mr.. McGate died of
wounds received yesterday. Mrs. Gus
ley lost both her children. Bought a
few candles.
October q Dr. Bertram shot whilst
entering the gate on the point of
meeting his wife. Sad after having
survived the struggle to gain US.
October 4. So many more mouths
to feed since our reinforcements came
in that our rations are reduced TO
half. There was little enough given
wherewith to satisfy hunger. But
nowl All. well, we gladly share our
misery for their advent has cheered
us and raised our hopes again for
we were becoming very Responding.
October Is. Mrs. Ogilvie gave US
a glass of sherry. The first | have
tasted for months. Quite treat.
Seems to put little life into one
October II. Very miserable think
ing of my lost lamb. | have been
looking at and kissing some precious
clothes he used to wear. Determined
it shall be for the last time. Gave
them to Mrs. Bruere-all except q
little hair brush.
Reiease-and Vital Event.
October IS. Commenced something
for Baby, having had some silk CIV
en- to me.
October 20. Bought some kind of
white plush. Made tippet with it.
October 81. Our cook died during
the night.
October "a. Two native doctors
killed by round shot.
October 81. Rations still further
reduced. What are we supposed to
exist upon?
November 2. Mrs. Ogilvie gave me
a cup of coffee and a glass of iqueur
Such a treat in these hard times
Guns anxiously listened for. Our
troops expected in day or two.
November 6. Bitterly cold of
morning. Tried to take a little exer-
else, which it is safe to do now, but
so cold was glad to go back to my
room. Had cup Of coffee. Second
during the siege, now four MONTHS
November 16. In the confusion of
troops entering. No words expressive
enough to convey our sense of deliv-
erance. No more entries
made daily to my diary, which al
though it merely was kept to remind
me in after years of what l had un
dergone in Oudh, will perhaps be
worth the while of relatives to read.
On November 80, the day after we
left the scene of warfare, my baby
was born, girl. was the last fe-
male to leave the faithful mud de-
fences that had guarded us. as was
the last to enter them. My exit was
trying after the first day of release
from Imprisonment, ! felt my trou-
bles coming. No one with me. Seated
in buggy, suffering much pain. An
officer of Ninth Lancers, who, seeing
my position, was moved with pity,
came to my assistance, procured me
dooly and a medical man, DR.. Bry-
don. In great distress. Weeping bit
terly when the order was given to
strike tents and cross the river. This
good creature again procured me a
dooly. In an hour the infant came
into the world. Captain Wilkinson.
my friend In need, stood godfather.
My miseries were not at an end.
had to travel in country cart with
out springs. in sitting position.
What / suffered was only known to
myself. On the other side of river
my benefactor left me. My cup seemed
full. My heart appeared to burst;
his regiment was not to form part
of our escort any further. We parted.
got on somehow. living on dry. hard
biscuits and water. No one to help
me with baby. Providence sustained