Childhood in India, or, English children in the East

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Childhood in India, or, English children in the East a narrative for the young
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English children in the East
Dodd, Moses Woodruff, 1813-1899 ( Publisher )
Mellish, F ( Engraver )
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M.W. Dodd
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Children -- Juvenile fiction -- India ( lcsh )
Families of military personnel -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Domestics -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
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Bldn -- 1870
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United States -- New York -- New York
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(' I ELL me a story, Mamma!" has
been the request continually made
to me for the last twelve years.
I have never found it difficult to satisfy my
audience when complying with this request,
but of all my tales I have found the most ac-
ceptable were those which were absolutely
true. The real incidents of my own child-
hood; its joys, pleasures, and sorrows; its
sayings and doings, though there was no-
thing in them of very marked or peculiar
interest, were ever welcome.
The perfection of all works of fiction is
confessed to be in the exactitude of the
picture of life which they present,-
The mirror held up to nature,"-

vi Preface.

and children are keen critics, and will not
be satisfied with less. They delight, too, in
minuteness of detail, and from the same
cause, as detail brings home the scene to
the mind more vividly, and enables them to
realise it to themselves.
The following tale is, as it professes to be,
founded on the experience of a family who
were in India during the mutiny of 1857;
and the writer hopes that where fiction has
been added to the fact, the colouring is so
well blended, that the painter alone, and
her models, can tell where the one line
melts into the other. This tale claims to be,
as far as it goes, a correct picture of Anglo-
Indian life and habits, the writer having
lived many years amidst the scenes she


THrE H HOME IN DEESA ... ... .. 1

AMONG THE MONKEYS ... ... ... ... 13


LITTLE GIHOLAB ..o ... ... 41

A VOYAGE BY BOAT ... ... ... ... 56

THE BRIGADE PARADE ... ... ... ... 62

viii Contents.

THE TAMARIND TOPE .. ... ** ** 72

THE RIVER SIDE... *.e ..* *** *.. 83

AYAH'S VILLAGE ... ... .. ... *.. 95

THE FAKIR'S CURSE ... ... ... ... 109

THE DARK SHADOW ... ... ... ... 117

THE FIFES AND DRUMS... ... .. .. 127


SIMLA .. ...* ... ... ... 140

agilh s In 7fnbia.



l ANNY and her brother lived in
India. It is a very long way from
E ngland. If you were to star, in
a ship from London, you would be more
than three months sailing to India; and all
that time you would see around you nothing
but the deep blue sea on all sides, far as
your eyes could see; always, morning and
evening, day after day, the miles and miles
of ocean, sometimes quite calm and still,
like a river or lake-sometimes rising up in
great waves, crested with white foam.

2 Childhood in India.

Even the largest ship seems but a little
thing in the midst of the wide, great ocean,
but the Almighty God who created that
wonderful ocean can take care of His
children in all places alike, and they are as
safe at sea as in a quiet home on land.
Fanny and her brother Robert had never
seen the sea, had never seen England; they
were born in India, and knew nothing of any
other country, excepting from the stories
their mamma told them of her own home
and life when she was a child in that far-off
country. Their life was, in many respects,
very different to the life of children here, but
it was happy, and they had many enjoyments
and amusements that children here know
nothing of. i Fanny was seven years old, and
her brother five, at this time, and they were
living at a place called Deesa, in Goozerat.
It was very hot during the hot season, and
they could not go out in the garden at all
hours as we can here, but were obliged to

The Home in Deesa. 3

keep in rooms with doors and windows shut,
and a punkah* going all day. In the cool
season, from November to February, it is
very delightful-like fine English summer
weather. But I must get on with my story
and so you will hear all about them. One
thing I must mention. The children always
spoke Hindustanee to the ayah and all the
servants, but English to their mamma and
Come, Missey Baba," said ayah, "wake
up; the pony is ready. Come, darling; let
ayah dress her to go out and get the fresh
air." It was five o'clock, and just getting
light, but in a minute or two Fanny opened
her eyes, drank the cup of tea ayah gave her,
had her face and hands bathed in nice cold

Pmukah-A wooden frame covered with white
cloth, suspended by ropes from the ceiling, pulled
to and fro by a servant outside by means of a rope
attached to the punkah, and passed through a hole
in the wall.

4 Childhood in India.

water, was dressed and out in the verandah.
Robert was ready too, and they were lifted
on to their ponies and led off to get as much
of the cool, fresh morning air as possible.,
They had a nice ride; sometimes they
cantered a little way, and then waited for
the bearer to get up to them, and then
went for a time near the maiden* where the
parade was going on, as Robert was so
pleased to see the soldiers and hear the
firing. Then when the sun began to get
high the bearer told them they must go
home, and then the little ponies trotted
along fast, as they wanted to get home also.
When they reached home, the children could
walk a little while in the garden under the
trees, and see the man feed the chickens and
ducks. This was very pretty to see, for
when the food was thrown down for the
fowls, numbers of bright green parrots flew


The Home in Deesa. 5

from the trees and shared the chickens'
breakfast. s Fanny and Robert had each a
tame parrot, who walked about the verandah
and ate bread and sugar from their hands.
Whilst they were walking about the com-
pound,* Mrs. Campbell (their mamma) re-
turned from her ride, and the children went
with her to look at the cow, and the dear
little calf just a few days old; and the tur-
keys, growing so nicelyand preparing them-
selves to be killed at Christmas-time, and
furnish a regular English Christmas dinner.
Then the man brought the basket of eggs
for his Maam Sahib t to see, and the mal-
leet his basket of vegetables and fruit. By
the time all this business was over it began
to get warm, and they went into the veran-
dah, where a table was set with tea, and

Compound-The enclosure in which the house
f Maam Sahib-Term used in speaking to a lady.
+ Mallee-Gardener.

6 Childhood in India.

butter, and fruit, ripe golden mangoes, and
sweet, cool plantains. Here, sheltered from
the sun but enjoying the still fresh air, they
sat down. Where is papa ?" said Fanny.
"He stopped at the mess-house; I don't
know what keeps him so long," said Mrs.
Campbell, but I will give you your break-
fast." Just then the syce* came past, lead-
ing his master's horse. He spoke to some
of the servants, and immediately there began
such a talking and chattering, and they all
crowded round him and seemed to be ques-
tioning him most eagerly. The khansamraht
coming across from the cook-room with the
teapot in his hand, stopped also to speak,
and then hurried, as much as so dignified
a person could do, into the verandah.
" What is it, khansamah? said Mrs.
Campbell, "Any news ?" Syce says,"
Maam Sahib, "we are going to march."

* Syce-Groom.
t Khansamah-Butler and head man.

The Home in Deesa. 7

Before the children had time to exclaim,
they caught sight of their papa coming into
the compound, and rushed to meet him as
fast as they could run. They seized him by
the hands and the coat, and jumped about as
they cried out, "Is it true, papa ? Are we
going to march ?-oh, how nice When are
we to start ? Do tell us-do tell us!"
" Yes, yes-it is true," he said; and if
you will let me sit down and be quiet, I'll
tell you all about it. Let me have my
hands," he said, and as soon as he could
free them from his children's clasp, he
unbuckled his sword, threw off his jacket,
and sat down. Then he told his wife and
the children that they were going to Agra
-a very long march. They would be
nearly two months on the road, and they
were to start in a month's time. Fanny
and Robert could eat no breakfast. They
were full of pleasure and excitement, and
went off to talk to ayah and bearer about

8 Childhood in India.

this great news. There was a perfect up-
roar in the compound; all the servants
were talking about it. Was it a good place?
rice plenty there ? and water good ? Would
Sahib give warm clothes for the march,
and more pay ? Some said it was too far
from their own country, and they would
not go. Some said, Sahib and Maam Sahib
were good, and they should go with them;
and Fanny and Robert discussed with ayah
their own plans and hopes.
All day the children were busy as they
could be. So soon as they had been bathed
and dressed they began to pack up their
own possessions, rolling them in paper, and
winding string round and round, and then
declaring they had done everything and
were quite ready to start. All day, too, the
servants were talking, and poor Mrs.
Campbell was worried continually with
their long list of reasons why they could
not go, or their demands for increase of pay

The IHom e in Deesa. 9

and warm clothes when they agreed to
accompany the march. The khansamah
was to go; he did not object. He was a
handsome old Mussulman, and a great
favourite with the children. Ayah, too,
consented to go and some were to go half
way, where, at a large station on the route,
servants could be obtained.
The next morning was a very busy one.
No going out on the ponies, for every man
was wanted to help in pitching the tent,
that Captain Campbell might see if it was
all in good order-ropes, maks,* etc., all
right. Of course some repairs were wanting,
a dirzeet was soon brought, with pieces of
canvas and leather, to mend it. The tent
carpet, too, was shaken and hung up in the
sun, and Fanny and Robert enjoyed them-
selves, playing in the tent and running over

Pegs to which the tent-ropes are fastened.
t Tailor.

10 Childhood in India.

and under the tent-ropes and seeing all that
was going on. Then all the blankets and
warm things were got out; for it is cold at
night in December, or rather people feel it
cold, because the weather has been so very
warm previously; and Mrs. Campbell had
warm dresses made for the children, and
had to calculate how much tea, coffee,
sugar, rice, flour, currants, etc., would be
required, and to think of everything for
everybody. It was a very busy month, but
at last all was done. The march began on
Tuesday, and on Monday morning you
would have been amused had you seen the
compound. The tent had been struck, and
rolled up in several great bundles. Three
hackeries* were being packed with all
sorts of things,-chairs, tables, boxes,
and baskets containing fowls, ducks, and
turkeys; two goats and a little kid were

a Hackeries-Carts drawn by bullocks.

The Home in Deesa. 11

tied behind one hackery, and kept up a
continual bleating. In the afternoon, three
pairs of biles and three camels were brought;
the biles were attached to the hackeries.
Several of the servants found themselves
nice seats amongst the boxes. The tents
were put on the camels, who knelt down to
be laden, and were fastened nose and tail
together, and so the march began. In the
evening they had tea early, and then the
children were put to sleep in a gharrie drawn
up close to the verandah. A gharrie is a
cart with a covered top and sides, and the
door at the back; it is drawn by biles,
large white or dun-coloured bullocks with
a hump on their backs. In the gharrie
were spread mattresses and pillows, and
warm blankets and Rezies; and the chil-
dren were laid down as comfortably as
possible, side by side, and were soon fast
asleep in their new bed. When ayah had
eaten her supper she got into the gharrie

12 Childhood in India.

and laid down at their feet. At three
o'clock in the morning the bugle sounded
for the march. A pair of fine biles were
yoked to the gharrie, and the driver started
them off whilst the children slept undis-

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HEY did not wake till it was light.
I think it must have seemed
strange to find themselves jolted
and tossed about, as the gharrie laboured
along through the heavy sand. But the
jolting had not spoiled their rest, and now
only added to their amusement. Ayah soon
dressed them in warm clothes and hats,
and threw up the curtains of the gharrie
that they might look out and see all that
was passing; and there was much to amuse
them. They were just passing under a
grove of thick trees, and numbers of
monkeys were climbing and jumping from
branch to branch, and chattering together
as if they were asking what those two little

14 Childhood in India.

monkeys were doing shut up in the gharrie.
One old monkey had her young one cling.
ing round her neck, and I suppose it had
been naughty, for the old mother lifted up her
hand and gave it a good blow to punish it.
Beautiful peacocks were strutting about,
showing their lovely plumage, and all kinds
of gay parrots and jays and other birds
flitting about in the bright sunshine.
Then they saw a long, long string of camels,
forty or fitty, tied nose and tail together.
A hole is made through the camel's lip, and
a string passed through it, which string is
fastened to the tail of another camel, and so
on, till all are tied together in this way in
a long line. One man sitting on the first
camel's neck.can thus guide them all. They
are very docile, and gentle and obedient to
their masters. They are always ornamented
in some way. Sometimes a chain of
cowries* round their necks, sometimes a

A small white shell, used as money.

Among the Monkeys. 15

various-coloured worsted string with a large
tassel; and some have a bell hanging round
their necks. By the side of some walk a
young camel; and the young are very
pretty indeed, and keep close to their
mothers all the march. The camels were
carrying the tents and baggage of the
regiment. Then they caught sight of 'the
column, all in scarlet, as this was cold
weather, and their firelocks glistening in
the rising sun; and as they were getting
near the camping ground, the men fell into
rank, the officers took their places, the
band began to play a gay and lively march,
and so arrived on the ground they were
to occupy. The children soon saw their
papa's tent, and the servants standing
about waiting their arrival. They were
soon lifted out of the gharrie, and began to
run about. Presently they saw their mam-
ma cantering up to the tent. She jumped
off her horse, and Fanny and Robert ran

16 Childhood in India.

up to kiss her. Oh mamma, we have had
such fun! they said, "we saw such loads
of monkeys and peacocks, and we've got a
porcupine; come and see it." They had
got one under a basket; one of the servants
had caught it for them, and though they
would not touch it on account of its sharp
quills, they liked to look at it, and tried to
feed it with pieces of bread.
When Captain Campbell came in they had
breakfast. You may believe they all were
hungry, out for so long in the cold air.
Then the children were bathed and dressed,
said their lessons to their mamma, and
played about till dinner-time. After dinner
the tent was taken down, and it was great
fun to see this done. After the walls of
the tent were taken, away the great pole
in the centre remained, supported by four
large ropes fixed to the ground. When
these ropes are loosened the pole falls:
and it must be carefully done as it would

Among the Monkeys. 17

be very dangerous to be near this great
pole when it falls. Mrs. Campbell had an
easy chair placed for her at a little distance,
and the children would be close to their
papa whilst he looked on and gave direc-
tions to the men. Then a small tent was
pitched for the night, in which they had tea,
and the children slept, as I have said, in
the gharrie; and so now you can form
some idea of what a march in India is. A
very different thing to the journeys you
have most likely made by railroad with
your papas and mammas in England.
Every day the same plan was pursued,
though sometimes circumstances would
occur to vary it. One morning when Mrs.
Campbell was resting in an easy chair,
after the fatigue of a long and rough march,
the children came to beg for a story.
Nothing delighted them so much as to get
mamma to tell them one of her stories.
They would sit all day long to listen to her.

18 Childhood in India.

"Tell us a story about monkeys, please,
dear mamma," said Robert. His head was
full of monkeys, as almost every day he
saw them from the gharrie at their gam-
bols. "Very well," said mamma, and
began as follows:-
When I was on my way to India, we
put in for a few days at the Cape of Good
Hope, and there I heard of the occurrence
I am going to tell you of. In a village a
short distance from Cape Town lived a
poor man and his wife. They had a neat
little cottage and garden, in which they
planted all sorts of vegetables to sell in the
town. Near the cottage was a forest, in
which numbers of birds and animals of
all kinds lived, and especially numbers of
monkeys. The woman's name was Else,
and she had a baby, a nice fat little thing,
a few months old, of which she was very
fond, and she washed and dressed this
baby every day, and carried it about in

Among the 3Monkeys. 19

her arms in the garden in the cool of the
day. One morning, when baby had gone
to sleep, she laid him down in his little
bed, and took a basket on her head and
started off to the town to buy some things
at the shops. 'I shall be back,' she
thought to herself, 'by the time he wakes,
and then we can go in the garden and sit
under the trees.' So off she went and
bought the tea and sugar and rice that
she needed, packed them in her basket,
and returned to her cottage. She put the
basket down and went up to the baby's
bed. No child was there! She thought
he must have rolled off the bed, and looked
under it, but no child was there. She
rushed about the house, calling, 'Baby !
Baby !' No little voice answered her. She
ran into the garden crying and calling out
for her baby, but all was silent; and, at
last the poor woman in despair sat down
on the ground, rocking herself backwards

20 Childhood in India.

and forwards, and weeping violently. After
some time her husband, Klaas, came in
and was much surprised to see his wife
in such great trouble. 'What is the
matter,' he said, Where's the child ?
SHe's gone !-my baby's gone! Oh dear!
What shall I do Oh, my baby! Oh, my
darling !' sobbed out poor Else. Gone!'
said Klaas,' He can't be gone. What do
you mean?' So poor Else told him how
she left baby asleep in his bed, and went to
the town, and how when she came back
the child was nowhere to be seen. Then
he began to look about and call Baby all
over the house and garden, but could find
nothing of him. And then the two poor
parents both cried for their dear little
baby; the house seemed so dull and sad
to them.
"'The morning came, but no news or
sign of the child, and poor Else said to
Klaas,' I shall put away all baby's things-

Among the Monkeys. 21

the towel I dried him with, the little tub
and the sponge for his bath, his frock and
cap, are no use now,' and so she went to
find and put away these things. She came
back directly to her husband. 'Klaas,'
she said, they are gone too. The tub and
sponge, and towel and frock-all are gone.
Who can have taken them ? First the
baby, and then his things; who can it be ?'
They could not imagine; and at last poor
Klaas took up his axe, and started off
to the forest to cut wood. As he entered
the forest, the monkeys as usual began
chattering at him and jumping from branch
to branch, but he took no notice of them.
He was thinking only of his dear little
baby, gone he could not tell how or where.
On the right of his path was a hill, and in
the side of the hill a cave, half-hidden by
the tall grass and leaves that grew there,
but which all the men who went into the
forest knew to be used by the monkeys as

22 Childhood in India.

a shelter for them in cold or wet weather,
and also a place where they could store up
the cocoa-nuts and other fruits they live
upon. Now, as he came near, he caught
sight of something which made him look
again. A little bathing-tub! A strange
thing to see out in the forest; and, besides,
he knew it was his-the little green tub
which his wife's kind mistress had given
her to wash her baby in, now the lady's
children had grown big, and gone to Eng-
land to school. He looked again. A
monkey, a large one, was sitting outside
this cave; on her lap was poor Else's
baby a nice fat, black little thing. She
had the sponge in her hand, and was care-
fully washing the little face, now and again
leaving off her operations to kiss the baby
and stroke its face with her hands.
Another monkey sat by, with the child's
dress in its hands, as if waiting till the
bathing was over to dress it! Klaas stood

Among the Monkeys. 23

some time watching, but he dared not go
at once and take the baby. The wood
was full of monkeys, and if he had made
them angry they would all have attacked
him together, and if they had not killed
him, would not have suffered him to get
the child. So after looking for a long
time, and seeing how very kind they were
to the little thing, he went on to his work,
and then hastened home to tell his wife
what he had seen. After this he engaged
two men, Jan and Jacobus, to go with him
early the next morning to recover the child.
Accordingly, they set off, each carrying
a heavy stick and a gun. When they came
to the place where Klaas had seen his child,
they stood still and looked on. This day
the bathing had not begun, the monkey
stood with the baby in her arms, and two
other monkeys were seen coming up from
a stream near, with the tub full of water
carried between them. The towels, sponge

24 Childhood in India.

-all were put ready. The three men went
on, and as the monkeys saw them approach-
ing, they became very angry, and began
chattering in an angry manner. Klaas
spoke. 'That is my child,' he said, 'I
don't want to beat you, or to shoot you,
but I have a gun, and if you do not give
me the baby, I must take it from you.'
And he lifted his gun, and pointed it at
the monkey who held his child. At first
she pressed it tight in her arms, and
kissed it again and again; then looked at
him angry and savage, as if she would not
give up her prize. But at last, when she
saw the men were determined, and did not
mind her anger, she saw she must yield.
She kissed the little thing repeatedly,
stroked its face with her fingers, and then
gently laying it in the grass, ran quickly
up the hill-side, and sprang into the
branches of a great tree. The men lost no
time in taking the baby and his tub, and

Among the Monkeys. 21

the towel I dried him with, the little tub
and the sponge for his bath, his frock and
cap, are no use now,' and so she went to
find and put away these things. She came
back directly to her husband. 'Klaas,'
she said, they are gone too. The tub and
sponge, and towel and frock-all are gone.
Who can have taken them ? First the
baby, and then his things; who can it be ?'
They could not imagine; and at last poor
Klaas took up his axe, and started off
to the forest to cut wood. As he entered
the forest, the monkeys as usual began
chattering at him and jumping from branch
to branch, but he took no notice of them.
He was thinking only of his dear little
baby, gone he could not tell how or where.
On the right of his path was a hill, and in
the side of the hill a cave, half-hidden by
the tall grass and leaves that grew there,
but which all the men who went into the
forest knew to be used by the monkeys as

Among the Monkeys. 25

getting out of the wood, for monkeys,
when excited and angry, are very dan-
gerous. You can understand how de-
lighted poor Else was to receive her dear
baby again, and how she never left him
alone till he was grown old enough to take
care of himself."
"Why did the monkeys want the baby,
mamma ?" said Fanny. And how did
they get in the house to take it ? said
Robert. "Well," replied mamma, "I can't
tell exactly why they wanted it; perhaps
the monkey's own little one was dead, and
she wanted a little tiny thing to play with;
and I dare say, Robert, they saw the woman
go out, and went in at the door or window,
whichever they found open. Now I am
tired, and can't talk any more, so run off,
and play till dinner-time."



VERY fourth day the regiment
halted. This was to rest both the
men and the cattle. But it was
always a busy day with mamma. So
many things to be attended to-boxes
opened, and clean things got out. Little
repairs wanted doing; Khansamah coming
for jams, sugar, coffee, &c.; Dhobie* bring-
ing the clean clothes, and taking away the
linen to be washed; some girths or bridles
to be mended, and a general setting things
right. The fowls and turkeys too enjoyed
the halt, as they had a long day to peck
and scratch about, instead of being cooped

Dhobie-the man who washes the clothes.

28 Childhood in India.

past three in the morning. Soon all was
quiet in camp, excepting the camels, who
refuse to obey orders, and will make a most
tremendous noise, as they gurgle up the
water in their throats. It is very con-
venient for camels; they have a sort of
second stomach, or bag, in which they can
carry the water they do not want to drink,
and then, when thirsty, they bring it into
their mouths and drink it down. Con-
venient for them, but very disturbing for
people who want to go to sleep when the
camels are about this, and who are only
separated from them by a canvas wall.
Extra servants were sent with the chil-
dren's gharrie, and special orders given to
take them out, wrap each in a blanket, and
carry them through the pass; and Captain
and Mrs. Campbell endeavoured to keep
near all night. It was a most dreadful
place for carts or carriages of any kind;
huge stones lay about in every direction;

Christmas in the Jungle. 29

there was no road at all; one wheel would
be high up, the other so much below, that
unless men were at hand to support the
cart it must go over, and several did. As
Captain and Mrs. Campbell rode along, they
passed several hackeries upset, and the kit,
boxes, chairs, &c., lying about; the men
sitting quietly by, smoking complacently.
They felt anxious about the children, and
were glad to make out their gharrie, though
unfortunately it was not moonlight, and the
torches here and there were not much use.
It was labouring along, almost carried by
the men sometimes; and the children,
rolled up in blankets, were in the servants'
arms; but they were awake, though looking
very sleepy. There was a noise all around
which contrasted with the darkness of the
night. The loud shouts and cries of the
drivers as they alternately coaxed the biles,
and twisted their tails to make them go on;
and the heavy thud with which the carts
D 3

30 Childhood in India.

occasionally came down themselves, or
parted with some heavy box not too securely
fixed. The people were passing or being
passed, but they could not recognize them
in the gloom. At last the top of the pass
was reached, and there a little before them
was a cheerful sight;-an immense blazing
fire with an enormous vessel of boiling
coffee on the top. Groups of soldiers were
sitting or lying on the ground; officers and
ladies standing near, and all enjoying a cup
of nice hot coffee. Fanny and Robert had
some also, and it quite woke them up and
warmed them too, and the road was not so
rough after this, so that Mrs. Campbell
could see them put comfortably in their
gharrie again, and ride on without anxiety.
At last they reached the camping-ground.
The march had been long and very fatigu-
ing; men, women, children, camels, horses,
and biles, all were tired, and glad to rest,
the people all were glad to think that it

Christmas in the Jungle. 31

was a halt-day, and that it was Christmas-
day; and every one remembering the day,
could not but think of the Christmas-days
in England so different to this, the churches
in the village, decked with holly and
misletoe, the ice and frost of their own
land. Fanny and Robert knew nothing of
frost and ice then, but they knew why
Christmas-day is held as the best and
holiest and happiest of all days. They
knew how the shepherds watching their
flocks on the hill-side had seen and heard
the bright angels of God singing praises to
His name, and listened wonderingly as the
glorious messenger said, Be not afraid,
behold I bring you good tidings of great
joy which shall be to all people, for unto
you is born this day, in the city of David, a
Saviour which is Christ the Lord." They
knew that the Lord Jesus had come into
the world as a little infant, and that this
day was kept each year in the remembrance

32 Ch ldhood in India,

of His coming. There was no church in
the jungle; but the children heard their
mamma read this beautiful story, and talk
of it; and in the afternoon Major and Mrs.
Gordon and their children came to dine, so
there was a large party in the tent, and
they had a famous Christmas-pudding too,
and mince-pies, and all sorts of nice things.,
Jessie and Harry Gordon were nearly of
the same ages as Fanny and Robert.
The following morning there was a full-
dress parade, at which the men grumbled
a little, for the Rajah of this place, Radan-
pore, wished to see the regiment, and
he came accordingly, in loose flowing
white robes, and a shawl across his
shoulders, and a large red umbrella held
over his head, attended by a group of
people-some very fine and gay in ap-
pearance, some very shabby and dirty,-
to view the parade. When it was over
he thanked the colonel for the gratifica-

Christmas in the Jungle. 33

tion afforded him, and said he should
be much honoured if any of the ladies
accompanying the regiment would come
in the afternoon and visit his ladies.
Mrs. Campbell, and Mrs. Gordon, and two
others accepted the invitation, and Jessie
Gordon and Fanny Campbell went with
their mammas. Robert and Henry could
not go, as the Hindoo ladies do not
receive visits from gentlemen; and even
though these little boys were so young
they were not allowed to go.
Palanquins* were ready at the tent
doors about four o'clock, and they started
off. The palace was not far from the
camp. It was inclosed in high walls

Palanquin, or balkee, a conveyance much
used in India. It is a long box with sliding
doors at the sides. It is carried by men who
support on their shoulders, poles, fixed at the
upper corners of the palki; two men before, two

34 Childhood in India.

and surrounded with trees. On one
side of the walls was a large tank,
with numerous flights of stone steps lead-
ing down to the water. Many beautiful
trees grew about the tank and kept it
cool and shady there. The courtyard
of the palace was full of people, when
the palkees- were carried in, all anxious
to get a view of the English ladies and
their children. A heavy curtain hanging
over a wide open doorway was raised,
and they were introduced into a room
where three women were sitting on a
cushion placed on the ground; one of
them was the mother of the Rajah.
Four chairs were placed opposite these
ladies for their visitors; there was no
other furniture in the room; they asked
several questions, such as, What is your
dress made of ? How old are you? How
many children have you? Is your
husband rich ? A woman brought chains

Christmas in the Jungle. 35

of sweet scented flowers, which she hung
round each visitor's neck, and offered
paun and soparee,* in a gilt leaf. The
visitors were then conducted up a long,
narrow flight of stairs to a gallery which
ran around the inside of the courtyard.
Rooms opened out into this gallery,
though there were no doors. The whole
front of the room was open, no wall at
all, only light pillars, between which
hung checks which could be rolled up
or let down at pleasure. Into one of
these rooms they were led, and found
there the chief person for whom their
visit was intended, the Rajah's principal
wife. This lady was sitting with her
feet crossed under her, upon a silver

Paun-a bitter tasting leaf. Soparee is the
betel nut, also very bitter, but of which the
natives are fond. These are always presented
to visitors, as a mark of respect.
t Checks-Screens of split bamboo.

36 Childhood in India.

charpoy,* suspended from the ceiling by
four great silver chains, one at each
corner, and hanging about a foot from
the ground, so that at the least motion
of the lady sitting on it, it swung
gently about. There was a red silk
cushion and pillows on this couch; the
room was plainly whitewashed inside,
and a narrow shelf ran around the room
high up above your head. On this were
placed all sorts of odds and ends, prin-
cipally common pieces of crockery, cups,
plates, glasses, etc.; there was no other
furniture in the room, excepting the four
chairs placed for the visitors, and an
immense crowd of women stood around,
staring with all their might and talking
to each other of the strange white people.
This lady had a little daughter about
twelve years old; she was to be married

Charpoy-Native bedstead.

Christmas in the Jungle. 37

very soon, indeed, the preparations for
the wedding had begun, and the Rajah
had asked the officers if they could
remain and be his guests on the occa-
sion. One of the ladies asked the little
girl if she could read. No," said her
mamma, "not yet; perhaps when she is
married she will learn." She seemed a
nice lady this Rajah's wife; liked to talk,
and hear her visitors talk. Mrs. Gordon
asked her how she amused herself; she
said, when she wanted to hear a story,
one of her women told her one; when
she wanted music, one of her women
sung to her; when she wanted dancing,
they danced for her; and when she
wished to be quiet and sleep, one of her
women fanned her to repose. She never
left that gallery but to go out for a
drive in a bullock gharrie with the cur-
tains closely drawn, and seemed to relate
with great pride that no man had ever

38 Childhood in India.

seen her face excepting her husband. It
seemed to her a most wonderful thing
that English ladies and little children
should be wandering away so many
thousand miles from their own land, and
not ashamed or afraid to be seen. The
Rajah was very civil; he sent that day
to each officer's tent a present of a sheep,
and a bottle of wine, and a large tray
of sweets and fruits; also for the men
a number of sheep and goats, fruits, etc.
So it was a very pleasant halt, all were
rested and refreshed to go on again.
Nothing of much consequence to relate
occurred till the regiment reached Agra,
but a little adventure that happened a
few nights before arriving there.
One morning, whilst Mrs. Campbell was
hastily dressing for the march, with the
tent walls shaking and trembling all the
time, a servant of Mrs. Gordon's came to
the tent, and said his Maam Sahib had sent

Christmas in the Jungle. 39

him to ask for any clothes, any dress that
she could spare. It seemed an odd request,
but there was no time for enquiry, so Mrs.
Campbell gave the man her dressing-gown,
and a shawl and petticoat, all she had to
spare; for, as you know, all the things not
really required are sent on overnight to
the next camp. On arriving in camp the
matter was explained. When poor Major
and Mrs. Gordon awoke in the morning
and struck a light to commence their hur-
ried toilet, to their consternation, not one
particle of clothing for either of them was
to be seen! The poor Major was in an
awful state of mind. The bugle was
calling! The men were falling in! What
could he do ? His coat, trousers, forage-
cap, sword, all put so handily beside him
when he went to sleep, had all gone; even
his dressing-gown had vanished! And his
wife was in the same plight. Even a box
of matches she had placed beneath her

40 Childhood in India.

pillow was gone. So they had sent to
borrow clothes, and wrapping themselves
as well as they could in them, got into
their gharrie, and, as you may suppose,
looked very funny objects when they
turned out in the camp. Every one
laughed, and they laughed also. Certainly
these were clever thieves, who could creep
under the tent and take all its contents
away without disturbing the sleepers.
This was the last adventure of the march,
and soon all were busy in settling them-
selves in their new quarters.


ITTLE GHOLAB was the coota-
wallah, which means the dog-boy.
He washed and fed the dogs, and
took them out for exercise. He was a very
nice-looking little boy, older than Fanny
and Robert, though not much bigger, for
the native children are smaller than Euro-
pean children are, and he was always nice
and clean, in a white doatee and jacket,
and red puggree. His father was one of
Captain Campbell's servants, and the
children often talked to him when they
were scampering about with the dogs in
the garden; and they were kind to him,
and gave him often some of their cake and
fruit. Gholab was very fond of his little

42 Childhood in India.

master, "Chota Sahib," as he called
Robert, and once brought him a present
of a little kid, a pretty little white thing,
which was a great pet with Robert. Many
English ladies would not have allowed their
children to speak to this boy, because he
was of low caste; but Mrs. Campbell did
not think it right to consider any human
being beneath her notice, whilst they be-
haved well, and she was anxious her chil-
dren should not imbibe those ideas of the
distinction of caste," which are so op-
posed to the Christian spirit. All are
alike in the sight of God, she would say to
them, and she treated all the servants with
consideration and courtesy when they came
in her way. Agra is a large station.
There is much gaiety and visiting, as
several regiments are stationed there, and
also many civilians. A great change this
from quiet Deesa, and the climate is differ-
ent also; for though Agra is very hot, it

Little Gholab. 43

has a cold season, and even ice, and to see
the ice gathered was a constant amusement
to their children, and their mamma often
accompanied them in an early walk to the
ice-field. It was early in January when
they arrived at Agra, and it is during that
month and the latter part of December that
the ice is obtained, and this is the manner
of doing it. On the road to Gwalior, just
beyond the cantonments, the land rises
rather a wide unsheltered plain the
maidan, it is called; here, in the evening,
are placed small plates, or saucers, of com-
mon red pottery, with a little water in
each. These are spread out by coolies,*
all over this plain, hundreds of them. A
slight frost occurs generally at night,
enough to form just a skim of ice in each
saucer, and at five o'clock in the morning
dozens of coolies are at work to gather up


44 Childhood in India.

these saucers, and throw the ice there
found into the ice-pit, which is then closely
shut. Day after day, during the six weeks
the cold lasts, this plan is pursued. Of
course the ice is dirty, and cannot be eaten,
but it serves to cool the drink for the tor-
menting thirst of the sick soldiers when
struck down with fever, and has saved
many a life. If there is a good ice year,
those who like may buy ice from the pit.
If there is little, it is all kept for the
sick. You can imagine it was an amusing
thing to see these heaps of coolies gather-
ing up this novel sort of harvest, and
making off as fast as they could to deposit
their load in the ice-pit. Of course so
slight a film would soon melt, and they
must be quick to get it in.
One day, during the cold weather, they
were in the verandah at play, and saw
coming along the road towards their house
an elephant, handsomely caparisoned, with

Little Gholab. 45

a very fine-looking man in scarlet and gold
sitting on it. How grand," they said,
" who is it ?" It is the Lord Sahib's ser-
vant," said ayah; so they call the Governor.
As they looked, the elephant turned into
their compound, and came close to the
verandah, and the man in the gay clothes
gave a letter to the bearer, and making
c salaam" to the children, went off. The
letter was an invitation to Captain and
Mrs. Campbell and the children to a party
at the Government House. This was an
event for them, and they were delighted
when their papa and mamma told them
they should go. It was a beautiful night,
rather cold though, as they drove to the
Government House. The wide gates were
thrown open, and the sentries presented
arms as they drove in, and the road, from
the gates to the portico of the house, was
lit up by lamps, so that it was light as day.
It was all very pretty and gay, and they

46 Childhood in India.

found a large party assembled, ladies and
gentlemen and their children-a regular
Christmas party. After tea, coffee, cakes,
etc., had been offered, the party was con-
ducted into a large room, fitted up with
seats placed in rows, and a stage arranged.
Here a conjuror soon made his appearance,
and performed many wonderful tricks. One
or two I can tell you. He showed a hat to
the company, held it up to all, that they
might see it was empty; then he put his
hand in it, and took out a doll, which he
gave to the little girl sitting nearest to the
stage; then a tree with a bird on it to
Robert, and something else to the rest, and
so on, giving a toy from his empty hat to
every child at the party. Then he took in
his hands a dear little dove, a living pretty
dove; and suddenly, whilst the children
were looking at it, and saying how tame
and pretty it was, he pulled off its head,
wrapped the body in a piece of paper, and

Little Gholab. 47

offered it to Fanny. She did not like to
take it, but he persuaded her, and at last
she held out her hands, with her face
turned away, and he placed the parcel in
her hands. Open it, miss," he said.
She could not bear to open it; she thought
she should see the poor dead dove. C Shall
I help you?" said a little boy sitting next
to her; and he took hold of one corner of
the paper, and then another, till the paper
was unrolled, and Fanny saw with surprise,
not a poor dead bird, but a pretty little
doll, very nicely dressed! Was not that
a good trick ? Afterwards the man threw
up oranges, six, eight, ten, twelve at once,
catching them in his hands, and on his
shoulders, elbows, wrists, and knees and
chin. There were many other strange
feats, but the last made all the children,
and the people too, laugh much. He called
his wife in, stood her on a table, and put
a large basket over her. Then he took a

48 Childhood in India.

thick stick and gave the basket a violent
blow. It fell on to the ground, but it was
empty. No wife was there, and where she
had gone the children could not imagine.
After the performance was over there was
a supper and music, and then the party
broke up. It was past twelve o'clock when
Captain Campbells carriage drove from
the door. Late as it was for them, the
children were too much excited to be quiet,
and kept talking of all they had seen and
heard till they reached home. Then ayah
was told all these things over again. At
last they fell asleep, and slept soundly, as
it was the first time they had ever been up
so late in their lives.
Since they were at Agra, their papa had
engaged a sergeant of his company to come
every day for two hours to their bungalow
to teach them, as Mrs. Campbell was not
always well enough to hear their lessons,
and did not like to omit them. The morn-

Little Gholab. 49

ing after the party, the children could not
attend. They began telling Sergeant
Somers all about the party, and when he
said they must attend, and tell him after-
wards, their thoughts were still full of what
they had seen. Fanny was reading history,
and began, "'Edward the First was a
much wiser and better man than his father,
-but, Sergeant Somers, what could he do
with a dead dove ?" Sergeant Somers
looked surprised. "What could Edward
the First do with a dead dove, Miss Fanny ?
indeed, I don't know." The little girl
blushed, and the good-tempered sergeant
could not keep back a smile. Now," he
said, "I will give you ten minutes to talk
and tell me all you can, and then you must
promise to be steady." So they both
began at once, and said all they could in
that time, and afterwards the lessons went
on pretty well, though I think they found
it very difficult to say tables and do sums

50 Childhood in India.

with their heads full of the wonders they
had seen.
This party was an amusement to them for
a long time, for they used often to pretend
they were the conjurors, and get ayah and
bearer and little Gholab for an audience,
whilst they pretended to perform the tricks
they had seen; and so the cold weather
passed away, and at last it became very hot.
The hot winds began, when the heat is very
trying, and for a change the family went for
a time to the R'm-bagh, a beautiful garden
on the banks of the River Jumna. There
were two small houses in the garden, and
they are generally occupied during the hot
weather by the families of the English
resident there. The early mornings are
exquisite there, the air is so cool, sweeping
over the wide river, and fanning the branches
of the tall trees. And the gardens, too, are
full of lovely fruit, delicious plantains, so
cool and sweet, grow there in perfection.

Little GTolab. 51

There was a boat too; this was quite a new
pleasure. The children were so delighted
to go in this little boat about on the river
till the sun was high, and they were obliged
to go in. One morning, as they were
enjoying themselves very much, and in
great excitement, as they had seen some
alligators-Captain Campbell was on the
look-out to shoot the next that showed him-
self-Gholab and the dogs came near the
bank, and Nero, a great black dog, seeing
his master, rushed forward to jump in and
swim to the boat. Hold him, Gholab,"
said his master, "don't let him come."
Gholab seized his collar and called him
back, but the dog would not obey; Gholab
kept hold of him, but was drawn nearer and
nearer to the bank; the ground was broken
and uneven. The struggle between the child
and the dog was soon over. "Take care !"
called Captain Campbell and the children.
Almost as they spoke there was a great

52 Childhood in India.

splash and a scream; Nero and Gholab
were both in the water. Sit still," said
Captain Campbell to the children, as he
jumped in without a moment's hesitation,
caught the child by the arm, and scrambled
up the bank. Fanny and Robert were
frightened, for the boat was floating down
the river and they were alone; but their
papa called to them not to be afraid, he
would come. He got into another boat
lying there, and soon caught them up and
rowed back to the landing-place. Gholab's
father was waiting there. He knelt down
at his master's feet, kissed them, and
blessed and thanked him for saving his
child. He knelt, too, at the child's feet,
and put his forehead in the dust, whilst he
called on God to bless them; and though
this poor man was a heathen, and worshipped
God ignorantly, his prayer was not un-
answered. Mrs. Campbell had seen the
accident as she was walking in the garden,

Little Gholab. 53

and she had told the people what to do for
little Gholab, and had seen him wrapped
in a blanket and lying on his charpoy*
after his ducking. Nero looked very much
ashamed of himself, and slunk off with his
tail between his legs, as if he knew he had
been in mischief.
It was very interesting to the children to
see the garden watered, and perhaps you
would like to know how it is done. The
water is raised by a great wheel turned by
a bullock, who has to walk up and down a
bank raised from the brink of the well or
river; the wheel raises a musseck, or leather
bag, made of an entire sheep-skin; this
empties itself into a trough, and from
thence runs into little channels which
convey it to the part of the garden where
it is required. The beds are about six
inches lower than the path, and the mallee

Charpoy-Native bedstead.

54 Childhood in India.

scoops out a little channel for the water
from bed to bed till are well irrigated. It is
very amusing to watch the course of these
tiny streams about the garden; to see, too,
the lovely birds and butterflies which skim
about, and settle to drink or bathe them-
selves in the water, and many a happy hour
Fanny and Robert passed watching the bul-
lock at his work and the mallee at his, and
talking to him whilst he cut the flowers and
gathered the fruit for his dallee.* Some-
times they would make paper boats to float
on these little streams, and see which boat
would win the race, or put bits of stick or
straw to float on them. Often little Gholab
was there, always ready to help them in
their play, and do what they desired.
Especially since the accident at the P~m-
bagh, little Gholab was quite devoted to
them. They were so glad he was saved

Basket of fruit, vegetables, and flowers.

Little Gholab. 55

from being drowned; Sahib had gone into
the river to save him, and Maam Sahib had
come herself to see him and give him
brandy pawnee.* These things were not
forgotten, and Gholab served them with a
faithful love that makes all service valuable.

Brandy and water.


HORTLY before the Christmas of
1856, Captain Campbell received
an appointment which took him
from Agra to a station about 200 miles
down the river, and they began to prepare
for an immediate start. They were to go
by boat, and the children were much pleased
at the prospect of spending ten days or so
on the river. Captain Campbell engaged
two boats-one for his family, the other,
the cook-boat as it is called, for his kitchen,
and to accommodate his servants. They
are merely large open boats, but when re-
quired to accommodate passengers, a sort of
cabin is made at the stern or hinder part
of the boat, the walls of matting and the
roof of thatch, and this cabin is generally

A Voyage by Boat. 57

partitioned off inside into two rooms--one
for a sleeping-room and one for a parlour.
In the hot season these little rooms with
walls of matting would be very warm in-
deed, but in the cool weather they are quite
pleasant; and it is most delightful to float
down the river and enjoy the air off the
water, and the sight of all the green trees
and fields, after the months of hot winds
and scorched-up vegetation. Ayah was
delighted when she heard the news, which
Fanny told her as soon as she heard it her-
self. "Oh, Missey," she said, I am so
glad; that my country; my own village
close to that station; so long I have not
seen it! now I go !" It seemed poor
ayah had gone with some lady years before
to Deesa, and had never found an oppor-
tunity of returning till now. So they were
again all busy packing. The children were
older now; Fanny could work a little with
her needle, and Robert could draw nicely,

58 Child hood in India.

and they could both read pretty well. So
they had books, and work, and drawing-
pencils to amuse themselves with. Captain
Campbell also had some rods and lines for
fishing, though he said he did not expect to
get any trout. Several times they all drove
down to the bridge of boats, near which the
boats for their voyage were lying, that they
might see how the men were getting on
with them; if they were being properly
done, so as to be comfortable for them all.
Captain Campbell was very particular always
that everything should be as comfortable as
circumstances would allow.
At last, all was ready. They drove, as
they thought then, for the last time, past
the beautiful fort, with its fine gate and saw
the stone horse half buried in the sand,
near the gateway. The natives call it Se-
cundur's* horse," and have a tradition that
it is an image of the favourite horse of


A Voyage by Boat. 59

Alexander the Great, placed there by him-
self, or in memory of him. Then along the
road past the fort wall, and past the fakirs
who were always congregated there, and
looked, as they always did at Europeans
passing by,-with an expression of insolent
scorn and malignity. No doubt they
thought then of the time so soon coming,
when they would incite the natives to war
with the Europeans, and persuade them
they were pleasing their God when they
killed even the innocent children and their
mothers; all who loved Jesus, and were
called by His name. Though no English
people dreamed then of what was coming,
yet, as the carriage passed, Mrs. Campbell
turned away; "I cannot bear to see those
men," she said, "'they look so malevolent
and scowl so at us;" and the children felt
this, but it was but a moment, and they
reached the river side, lined with giants,*

Steps leading down to the river.

60 Childhood in India.

and now in the afternoon filled with people
going up and down with water, or dipping
themselves in the sacred stream.
The boat was ready for them, and they
were soon on board, and began at once
arranging the things they had brought with
them, and ayah began to make up the beds
as nicely as the small space would allow.
As soon as all the servants were in and all
in order, the boatmen put up the sails, as
they were to go down two or three miles
before nightfall. Then khansamah brought
them tea and bread and butter, which they
much enjoyed, as they sat watching the
changing scenes on the banks of the river.
They passed the Ram-bagh, where Gholab
and Nero fell in. They passed the lovely
Taj, that most beautiful of all buildings;
and its marble dome and tall white minarets
were reflected on the quiet surface of the
river as in a mirror.
Fanny and Robert had been often to see

A Voyage by Boat. 61

the Taj, and to walk in the lovely gardens
which surround it. Its beauty impressed
them much. One day Fanny said to her
mamma, "Will the Taj be burnt up at the
last day? It seems such a pity." And
another time, when her mamma told her it
was the tomb Sha-Jehan built for his wife,
she exclaimed, "Never mind, mamma, when
you die, papa will build one for you just
like it "
Now they looked at it till it was lost to
sight, and soon after it was time for them
to go to bed. So they knelt and prayed for
protection that night, and lay down to
sleep in safety.



EN days passed pleasantly on the
river, and they arrived safely at
their destination. It was a large
station. Three sepoy r'eiments and a
company of artillery, but no European
soldiers, and not many English residents.
Captain Campbell had secured a fine large
house, some distance from the lines, and
there was a beautiful garden and quantities
of fruit-trees. The children could not have
their lessons with Sergeant Somers, but
they studied with their mamma regularly,
and tried to get on well. Fanny, too,
began to learn to play on the piano. And
so with their pony rides in the morning and
evening, their daily lessons with mamma,

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and their plays together in the garden and
verandah, they were as happy as any chil-
dren could be.
"What is the matter with Nere Khan ?"
said Mrs. Campbell one morning at breakfast,
as he left the room, "he looks so sad."
Nere Khan was the khansamah's name.
"I will inquire," replied Captain Campbell;
and when he made the inquiry he heard
that little Nubbee Bux, the khansamah's
child, his only son, was very ill with fever.
He went to see the poor child. He was very
ill, burning with fever, and quite unconscious.
His poor little head was hot as fire. Captain
Campbell gave him medicine, and took the
water that had been cooled for their table
to bathe his head. There was no ice here.
He told Nere Khan, too, that he need not
do his work, but stay with his child till he
was better. Nere Khan loved his child
exceedingly, and felt truly grateful to his
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64 Childhood in India.

to get better after taking the medicines his
master gave him. Captain Campbell went
to see him every day, and after a week the
fever left him, and little Nubbee Bux used
to say to his father, "I love the Sahib. He
has made me well again."
The hot weather had set in. It was now
May-a very oppressive month-the children
were up and out at dawn, so that they might
have a long cool ride in the morning. Their
large and lofty rooms were kept sheltered
and cold as possible, and during the warmest
part of the day they slept and rested.
One morning, as they were just preparing
to start, their papa came up. He lifted them
on their ponies, kissed them, and told ayah
not to let the children run into their
mamma's room, when they returned, as
Maam Sahib" had a head-ache, and would
not like to be disturbed." Then Captain
Campbell said, "Good-bye, darlings; plea-
sant ride to you," and rode off, little Gholab

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and the great dog Nero running after him.
The children were going to ride to a great
tope of tamarind-trees, and they had been
talking of this, and telling Gholab they
would bring him some tamarinds. As Cap-
tain Campbell rode, he overtook the Briga-
dier of the station, and joined him. There
was a brigade parade that morning.
The gentlemen rode on together. The
Brigadier seemed anxious and uneasy. There
were reports flying about of disaffection
amongst the native troops, he said; and
though he did not give credit to them, he did
not like that such things should even be
hinted at. I have a brigade parade, though,"
he said, "to-day. I shall soon see the temper
of the men." "I wish I could come with
you," replied Captain Campbell, "but I
am, you see in mufti. But I shall keep you
in sight." And so they separated. They
were close to the parade-ground, and the
men already in line. Captain Campbell
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66 Childlhood in India.

rode on a little, and took up his position
where he could see all that went on.
He saw the Brigadier ride along the lines,
and then take up his position by the salut-
ing-flag, and the "marching past" began.
Captain Campbell watched the men as they
passed, rank after rank, before the Brigadier,
each regiment led by its band, playing some
familiar march. This over, the manoeuvring
I wish I had known of it in time,"
thought Captain Campbell, cand let the
children come; my little Robert dearly loves
the sound and smell of powder." He looked
on for a time, and all seemed going on
quietly; he was just turning away, when
little Gholab, who had gone nearer to
the parade-ground than his master, came
hastily up. Sahib Sahib !" he cried out,
"'there is something the matter. The Se-
poys are all angry." Captain Campbell
turned again. In a moment he saw some-

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thing was wrong. The men had broken
their lines, and were moving about in con-
fused masses, and though he could not hear
the words, yet the angry murmur of many
voices reached his ear. The Brigadier was
speaking and raising his right hand, as
if to claim their attention. Evidently all
order was at an end. Suddenly, above the
clamour, the ringing report of a musket was
heard, and the Brigadier fell from his horse !
Then arose yells and cries of anger and
hatred. The officers drew together beside
their fallen leader, and Captain Campbell
struck spurs into his horse to gallop to them
and give what aid he could; but before he
could reach them the brief combat was over.
Two of the officers lay dead beside the
Brigadier, and the remainder, seeing how
vain was any attempt to restore discipline,
and that they could not fight against such
overwhelming numbers, were dispersing and
flying for their lives.

68 Childhood in India.

Gholab clung in an agony of fear to his
master. Oh, Sahib Sahib !" he cried, "they
will kill Maam Sahib and the children. I
heard them say so. Oh, Sahib! what can
we do?"
But Captain Campbell, in anxious fear of
what might be the result of the terrible out-
break he had witnessed, shook off the little
boy and galloped as fast as he could towards
his 1lome, uncertain about what would be
the best course to pursue, but feeling that
his first step must be homewards to protect
his wife and children.
Gholab rushed after him, and shouted as
loud as he could, Go! Sahib! you must
go, or they will kill you and Maam Sahib.
I will save the Chota Sahib !"
Full of the most anxious forebodings,
Captain Campbell hastened on. He had
heard the fierce and angry cries of the
Sepoys, but had not understood the frightful
menace they expressed, and where to seek

The Brigade Parade. 69

safety for those so much beloved, in the
first moments of horror and surprise, he
could not decide.
Nero had dashed off after his master, and
little Gholab was alone, with the wild and
exultant shouts of the rebel Sepoys in his
ears, and their threats of vengeance and
death to all Christians sending a cold chill
to his young heart. But he ran on, fast as
his limbs could carry him. He remembered
that his little master and mistress were going
to the Tamarind Tope, as they were talking
about it, and promising to bring him some
tamarinds, while they laughed and talked so
happily that very morning, as they started
for their ride! He must meet them, and
prevent their return to the station; thus
only could he save their lives. So he ran
on, not feeling tired even, so earnestly was
his mind bent on his object.
Presently, a fresh, a loud roar and yell
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70 Childhood in India.

he saw the high-forked flames rising up from
several of the officers' bungalows, and the
people yelling round and rejoicing in the
destruction their hands had caused.
Poor little G-holab flew on. The tears
were pouring down his face; he dashed
them off with his hand, not for one instant
did he pause. He must reach the children
in time. That was his only thought. He
could not endure to think of the danger to
which they were exposed-of the horrors
that might await them! Pretty Missie,
with her bright cheeks and long flowing
dark curls, and his little Sahib, whose kind
soft blue eyes had so often brightened with
fun and frolic as they played together, and
whose words were always so kind and
gentle. They should not die! No they
should not die! He must save them!
And so the little fellow ran on, till the
shouts and cries were lost to his ear, and all
around was so quiet, it was difficult to
realise the awful work of hf,.hn, mnrinm n

The Brigade Parade. 71

And soon the Tamarind Tope was in
sight, and his eager gaze rested on a group
of figures just emerging from the shadow of
the trees, and he recognized his master's
children and servants advancing on their
homeward path, all unconscious of the hor-
rors that threatened them.

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l' EANWHILE the children had been
enjoying themselves exceedingly.
There was a deep pool of water on
one side of the Tope, and numbers of bright
and beautiful birds made their home amongst
the trees, and now in the early morning were
flitting from bough to bough, or skimming
the surface of the water. Grand peacocks
too, were strutting proudly about, and
Robert's pets, the monkeys, delighted him
with their pranks. The children had been
running about, playing at hide-and-seek
around the trees, and startling the birds
with their gay laughter. Then they had
been standing by the water to watch the
kingfishers catch their breakfast of fish.

The Tamarind Tope. 73

Several times ayah had said to them it
was getting late, they must go home, but it
seemed as if they could not bear to leave
the sweet green shade of those lovely trees.
Oh!" said Robert, "we must get some
tamarinds to take home; I think mamma
would like some; I promised Gholab to take
him some." So they begged bearer to
gather some, and they put them in a little
basket they had brought with them, and at
last reluctantly mounted their ponies and
set off on their return.
The sun was getting high, and they were
making as much haste as they could. They
had scarcely left the tope when they caught
sight of little Gholab. At first they did not
know him. Look !" said Fanny, there
is a boy running so fast. He is coming to
us. It is Gholab !" she added; and they all
saw that it was him, and as he came nearer
he waved his hands to them and shouted as
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74 Childhood in India.

as they came nearer they saw that he was
crying, and seemed in the greatest distress.
"What can be the matter?" said ayah,
and bearer ran to meet him, whilst the
children drew close together and looked at
each other and said, "Let us make haste
home, perhaps mamma is ill."
When the servants met Gholab, a few
hurried, fearful words told enough, and the
children were alarmed at their cries and
tears as they rushed to them, and, seizing
the bridles, turned back to the tope they
had just quitted.
Poor little Fanny burst into tears.
"What is the matter, ayah ? Why do you
go back ? Let us go home to mamma and
papa!" Then ayah threw her arms around
her. "iMissie, missile, darling missie, we
can't go back. Oh! what shall we do?
The sepoys are burning the bungalows;
they will kill you if you go; we must hide."
'Where is papa? where is mamma ?" cried

The Tamarind Tope. 75

both the children; "Oh, where are they?"
"C Sahib is safe," said Gholab, "he was safe
on his horse, and he will take care of Maam
Sahib. I told him I would take care of
you. You must stay here all day. I will
go back and tell you where your mamma
and papa are."
I cannot describe to you how dreadfully
unhappy the poor children were. They
would go back, they said. They must go to
their mamma and papa. It was too dreadful
to be away from them, and not to know if
they were safe or not. But at last Gholab
persuaded them that it would be quite
useless to go home, as Sahib and Maam
Sahib must have gone away. He promised
them to bring them news of their papa and
mamma if they would only be pacified.
They were back again under the lovely
green trees, but all their pleasure and joy
were gone. They longed so much, poor
children, to be at home, even in the midst of
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the ruin and danger that Gholab told them
of; they would have felt safer and happier
with their papa and mamma than in that
great wood without them.
Ayah, who was very fond of the children
and of her mistress too, was in great trouble.
It was getting late and hot, and the children
alarmed and unhappy, were also faint and
sick for want of food, and how was she to
get them breakfast there ? At last they
decided to send Gholab and the syce back
with the ponies, and Gholab was to return
with anything he could best manage to bring
with him. Ayah, who, of course, knew all
the arrangements, told him where he could
find tea and sugar, etc., if the khansamah
was not at the bungalow, and she told him
to make tea and pour it into wine-bottles,
which were to be wrapped in a cloth, and so
would be warm for the children's breakfast.
Bread, too, he was to bring, and butter, and
anything he could find.

The Tamarind Tope. 77

The saddles were taken off the ponies, as
they would show that the ponies belonged
to English people, and then Gholab s3t off,
charged with hundreds of messages to papa
and mamma, and ayah and bearer began to
do what they could to make the children
comfortable, and protect them from the heat
of the mid-day sun. They went far into the
wood, and chose one spot where the trees
grew very thick, to form a sort of hut of
boughs, which they broke from the trees;
and on the ground inside the hut they
placed the saddles, and fixed the large white
covered umbrellas open, to form an addi-
tional shelter from the sun.
Fanny and Robert were a little diverted
from their grief whilst they watched and
helped in making their new house, but
every now and again they broke out
afresh into tears and sobs of distress as
they thought of the dear papa and mamma
from whom they were so suddenly parted,
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78 Childhood in India.

and whom they knew not when they would
see again.
Then, too, they were choking for their
breakfast. The sun was high, and it was
very hot, even in the thick shade of the trees,
and they had never been out before in the
middle of the day, and it was nearly that
before Gholab came to them. He had
packed one pony with baggage, and rode
on the other. The children ran eagerly to
meet him. "Where is mamma ? Where
is papa?" they cried; "Are they at home:
Have you seen them?" "Missie, Chota
Sahib," said Gholab, "I will tell you all.
They are safe; they have got away; they
have gone with all the Sahib-logue* in a
large boat; they gave plenty of money to
the boatmen to take them to Agra; there
all the Sahib-logue are gone, so people tell.
English soldiers there plenty, and they be

Sahib-logue-English gentle-people.

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quite safe. M~llee tell me Maam Sahib cry,
cry so much, and say she will not go without
the baba-logue; but they all tell her, If
you stay you will be murdered. Then who
will look for your children ? And when they
stop to-night, Sahib and all the gentlmoen
come out of the boat and try and find you.
I know where the boat stops; I am going to
meet Sahib, and tell him where you are; so
we can try and get there when it gets dark.
Mallee told me this. The bungalow is all
spoiled and half burnt, and not one English
face left in the station."
This was Gholab's news. You may
imagine how anxiously the children listened,
and how they cried when he told them of
their dear mamma's distress at being forced
to go and leave them. Ayah, though listen-
ing anxiously, had been busy in unpacking
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80 Childhood in India.

some nice tea, and it was quite warm, and
deliciously refreshing to the poor children;
bread and plantains, too, he brought, and
one or two pots of jam, a tin of biscuits, and
a box of sardines. Though it was very
dreadful to hear of their home being de-
stroyed, and their parents being obliged to
leave in this way, yet it was a comfort to
know they were safe and with English
gentlemen; and the prospect of meeting
them that night almost made them feel
happy. So when ayah had got their break-
fast ready they much enjoyed it, and after-
wards she made them a nice bed under the
shade of their little hut, and they lay down,
quite tired with the weight of sorrow-the
first they had known.
Gholab had been very thoughtful; he had
rolled up the children's mattress and pillows
and resie,* so ayah could make them com-

Resie-A quilted cotton coverlet.

The Tamarind Tope. 81

fortable; and he had rolled up some towels,
shoes, and some of their clothes that he
found in his search. And so they slept
quietly; ayah, bearer, and little Gholab
sitting near, discussing what they could best
do for the safety of the children thus com-
mitted to their care, and as they talked,
fanning away the musquitoes which would
have disturbed their slumber. They settled
that it would not be safe to take the children
to the river side, where the boat was to stop,
without sending first to reconnoitre, and they
decided that Gholab should go on one of the
ponies, and see if it would be safe to take
the children. If not, he was to endeavour
to see his master, and tell him where the
children were, and ask what was to be done.
They reminded him that he must be very
careful, and not let any one suspect that
he had anything to do with English people.
And so, as soon as little Gholab had rested
a little, and eaten bread, and long before the

82 Childhood in India.

children awoke from the sleep, he was off
on his hazardous expedition.
Of course, Gholab had not forgotten the
chillum and tobacco for ayah and bearer,
without which they would have been entirely
miserable. Amongst other things, he told
them that he did not see khansamah, and
that the mallee told him that khansamah
had joined the sepoys, and went away with

"HOLAB had plenty of time to think
of what he had to do. For some
miles his road was through the
jungle, with here and there a cluster of the
low, mud-walled huts, inclosed in an outer
mud wall, which constitutes an Indian
village. All seemed quiet. Now and then
he met a herd of buffaloes, with the driver
leisurely walking along, or a bylie passed
him on the way, but nothing to indicate
the horrors that were being enacted all
around. But as he drew near the end of
his journey it was very different.
The place where the boat was to stop that
night was a large native town; and as Gholab
approached it, he found the road crowded

84 Childhood in India.

with people; and within, the bazaar was full
of sepoys, wild with anger and maddened
with excess. Through the noisy, crowded
streets he had some difficulty to make his
way, and he saw at once how impossible it
would be to bring his master's children
safely through that fearful crowd, for above
all the cries and yells of the disordered
multitude, he heard but too plainly the
threats of death to all Christian people, and
the determination not to suffer the children
to escape.
Poor little Gholab's heart sank at these
dreadful words, but he tried to look as
unconcerned as possible as he went on his
way to the river side. It is the custom for
the boatmen to stop at night, and at sunset
they generally contrive to be at some town
or village where they can go ashore for a
while and get any supplies they require, and
they often cook their evening meal on the
shore. Gholab knew which boatman his

The River Side. 85

master and the other officers had engaged,
he being an acquaintance of the mallee, and
he went close down to the river side to look
if they had arrived. There were many boats
lying off the shore-large boats, many of
them heavily laden with cotton, casks of oil,
&c., and some with an awning of mat at the
stern of the boat, forming a sort of cabin.
Gholab watched anxiously; the setting sun
was bright as gold upon the water. Presently
he saw from a boat lying farthest from shore,
a dingy push off, and he recognized, as it
nearer the shore, the boatman his master
had engaged, sitting in it and rowing
towards him. "Ismael, salaam!" said
Gholab. The man looked up, surprised at
being addressed by name. Are you going
to stay long here ?" added Gholab; "you
may trust me, I have come to see you."
"No; I can't stay here," replied Ismael.

Small boat.

86 Childhood in India,.

"They will be searching the boats to-morrow,
and I must get off when it grows dark. I
have come to get some food to take on
board," he added cautiously.
Let me go back with you," said Gholab,
"I must tell Sahib about his children," he
added in a low whisper, "can they come
here ? "
"Here!" exclaimed Ismael, "it would
be death to them to pass through the
bazaar. Sahib told me he must land here,
to go and see for them, but I told him how
the towns and roads are full of sepoys, and
that he could not hope to pass. Well,
Gholab, you shall go with me into the
bazaar, and then I will take you on board."
The two went into the bazaar. Ismael
bought flour, to make japatties,* and some
eggs and fish and rice, and two or three
resies. Then he went into a cook-shop, and

Japatties-A cake of unleavened bread.

The River Side. 87

had a particularly high-flavoured and oily
curry, which he seemed much to relish, and
after smoking his chillum, he departed,
Gholab laden with his purchases. They got
into the dingy, and Ismael pushed off, and
soon reached the boat. It was a large boat,
and had been partially covered with an
awning of mats, and a few more had been
hastily added to screen his passengers from
view. And here Gholab saw his master and
mistress and seven officers crowded in this
narrow, inconvenient boat; no comforts, no
clothing but that they wore when forced to
fly. No carpet or chairs, or seats of any
kind; they sat on the floor, and spoke only
in whispers, so fearful were they that the
slightest sound might betray them to an
Poor Mrs. Campbell had been sitting
quietly in her verandah, when her husband
rushed in, threw a shawl round her, and
hurried her away without explanation, ex-

88 Childhood in India.

cepting a few breathless hurried words; and
almost as they left the compound, the rebel
sepoys had entered at the farther gate, bent
on killing them, and had fired the bungalow
in their rage and disappointment.
By a most merciful Providence, this boat
was lying close by, and they persuaded the
man, by a large bucksheish,* and a promise
of 200 rupees, to take them to Agra. Cap-
tain Campbell knew something of him, but
not enough to give him confidence; but there
was no other chance of escape, and all they
could do was to take this chance, and trust
in the protecting care of their Father in
heaven. Ah! they felt then how vain is
the help of man; how in danger and anxiety
it is God alone in whom we can trust.
Poor Gholab was so grieved to see his
poor master and mistress in this distress.
Mrs. Campbell started up when she saw

Bucksheish-A present of money.

The River Side. .89

him. Gholab my children ?-where are
they ?"
They are safe, Maam Sahib," he said,
" I have come to tell you about them, and
to ask you what we had best do." And
then he told all; where the children were,
and that he had come to see if it would be
safe to bring them to the boat.
Then began an anxious conversation.
Mrs. Campbell longed to have her dear
children with her, and especially in this
time of peril could not endure to have them
away. But she listened to the account
Gholab gave of the bazaar and streets
through which he had passed, and she saw
that it would be almost certain death to her
darlings to attempt to bring them there.
Captain Campbell was in great perplexity
He wanted to go to them, but he could not
leave his wife. He and the other officers
consulted long together. At first they
thought of telling ayah and the bearer to