The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1843-01-17 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

CAPT. MACKENZIE'S ACCOUNT OF MS OWN ESCAPE  " As I mounted behind my captor, now my energetic defender, the crowd increased around us, the cries of ' Kill the Kafir' became more vehement, and, although we hurried on at a fast canter, it was with the utmost difficulty Gholam Moyun-ood-deen, although assisted by one or two friends or followers, could ward off and avoid the sword-cuts aimed at me, the rascals being afraid to fire, lest they should kill my conductor. Indeed he was obliged to wheel his horse round once, and, taking off his turban (the last appeal a Mussulman can make), to implore them for God's sake to respect the life of his friend. At last, ascending a slippery bank, the horse fell. My cap had been snatched off, and I now received a heavy blow on the head from a bludgeon, which fortunately did not quite deprive me of my senses. I had sufficient sense left to shoot a-head of the fallen horse, where my protector with another man joined me, and, clasping me in their arms, hurried me towards the wall of Mahomed Khan's fort. How I reached the spot where Mahomed Akber was receiving the gratulations of the multitude I know not, but I remember a fanatic rushing upon me and twisting his hand in my, collar until I became exhausted from suffocation. I must do Mahomed Akber the justice to say, that finding the Ghazees bent on my slaughter, even after I had reached his stirrup, he drew his sword and laid about .him right manfully, for my conductor and Meerzo Baoodeen Khan were obliged to press me up against the wall, covering me with their own bodies, and protesting _i-ma that no blow should reach me but through their persons. " Pride, however, overcame M!ihomet Akber's sense of courtesy, when he thought I was safe, for he then turned round to me, and repeatedly said, in a tone of triumphant moolk me geered!' derision, ' Shuma (You'll seize my country, will you!) he then rode off, and I was hurried towards the gate of the fort."  HOW THE ENVOY'S MURDER WAS AVENGED " The body-guard had only got a few hundred yards from the gate in their progress to the scene of conference, when they suddenly faced about and came galloping back, several shots being fired at them in their retreat. Lieut. Le Geyt, inbe eu passing carried u throughff,andtheit wasgate, believed that, finding his men exclaimed that the envoy had would not advance to the rescue, he came back for assistance. But the intelligence he brought, instead of rousing our leaders to instant action, seemed to paralyse their faculties ; and. fore our very gate, and Y had been basely entrapped h, iift uwuatsaevident mt huartdeoreudr ,e nbveo though even now crowds of Affgbans, horse and foot, were seen passing and repassing to and fro in hostile array, between Mahomed's Fort and the place of meeting, not a gun was opened upon them ; not a soldier was stirred from his post; no sortie was apparently even thought of; treachery was allowed to triumph in open day ; the murder of a British envoy was perpetrated in the face and within musketshot of a British army and not only was no effort made to avenge the dastardly deed, but the body was left lying on the plain to be mangled and insulted, and finally carried off to be paraded in the public market by a ruffianly mob of fanatical barbarians."  ANECDOTE OF OLD SIR iiOlV-1,