BY Colonel A. R. D. MACKENZIE, C.B. , HONY. A.-D.-C. TO THE VICEROY Forsan et hæc olim meminisse juvabit Allahabad AT THE PIONEER PRESS: 1891 TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE MOST HONORABLE The Marquess of Lansdowne, G.M.S.I. , G.C.M.G. , G.M.I.E. , VICEROY AND GOVERNOR-GENERAL OF INDIA. THIS SHORT RECORD OF PERSONAL ADVENTURE DURING THE GREAT INDIAN MUTINY OF 1857 IS, BY PERMISSION, AND WITH PROFOUND RESPECT, DEDICATED BY...

The reminiscences contained in the following pages were originally published in the columns of the Pioneer ; and it is with the kind permission of the Editor of that Journal that I am enabled to re-issue them in the form of this little book . They do not pretend to any merit but that of truth. In that respect they may claim to present a record of actual events, and thus to bring before the Reader, however imperfectly, a rough sketch of the great Indian Mutiny such as it appeared to the eyes of a

Before continuing my narrative, I wish to draw particular attention to a circumstance which, so far as I know, has been overlooked by every historian of the Mutiny. This is the fact that as I was at the time informed, the military authorities, in view of the lengthening days and the increasing heat of the season, had caused, on May 10th, 1857, the evening church parade to take place half an hour later than formerly. In my firm belief, this change saved us from an awful catastrophe. In those days

One evening, as my Commanding Officer, Captain Sanford, and I, after dining at mess, returned to the tent which we shared between us, he told me that I need not expect to enjoy that night a very long rest; for he had planned a little expedition on which I was to accompany him. He had got information from a spy of the whereabouts of a small body of the enemy at a village about twelve miles from our camp. He had already given orders for fifty of our men who had been separately and secretly told of

A story is told of the behaviour of a company of Native Infantry on the establishment of a sister Presidency, which I may be pardoned for reproducing here, since it may be new to some of my readers. The company in question was performing an uncommonly rapid movement to the rear, to get away from an undesirable neighbourhood, when a British officer, who tried to stop the stampede, roared after it Halt! Halt! Halt! At this a fat old Subadar, who was doing his best to keep up with his command, indi

Not long after following to the grave the remains of my beloved Commanding Officer, I was so unfortunate as to be prostrated by a severe attack of remittent fever, and to be sent on six months' sick leave to the hills. Before closing these brief memoirs I must fulfil my promise of relating how my dear comrade and former Commanding Officer, Captain Sanford, lost his life. He had succeeded the gallant Younghusband, who had been killed shortly before at Futtehgarh, in the command of a detachment of