the exception of some forty or fifty men, the whole of the regiment went off to Delhi. History elsewhere tells us how they originated the mutiny and massacre there, and proved themselves such incarnate fiends-a curious contrast to their behaviour to their own officers the evening before, and one of the many instances of inexplicable mixture of loyalty and treachery in our native soldiers in this crisis.

The morning of May 11th was a sad and mournful one at Meerut, with its tale of disaster and death and separation for so many, who the day before little dreamt of the "terrible unexpected" which had overwhelmed the station. It was also a day of shame and self-contempt, as we all felt and acknowledged that nothing had been done, no attempt made to stem

the wave of disaster, and that those who had brought on us this awful blow were for the present safe from our reach within the walls of Delhi-whence, too, soon came the news of the further and worse massacre, with the tidings that a new ruler had risen in India, in the newly-proclaimed King of Delhi, and that the British Raj was declared to be at an end.

I was now appointed to do duty with the Carabiniers, the officers of which regiment were most kind and hospitable; and no longer having a home of my own, I found one with them. On May 19th I was startled by hearing from a friend (Lieutenant Waterfield) that news had reached Meerut of a party, of fugitives wandering about in the vicinity of Delhi. The news had been

conveyed by a letter written in French, which had been brought in to the General. Waterfield further told me that young Mackenzie of our regiment had already volunteered to take a party of the men who had remained loyal, and proceed to their rescue; but that the General had objected to so young an officer going by himself. I at once volunteered to accompany him, and my offer was accepted. I found the party all ready, and mounting a troop-horse, we started, merely putting a few biscuits into our pockets, as we felt we had no time for further preparation. That ride was perhaps the most adventurous one in my career: our intelligence was most vague, and our only reliable information was that the objects of our search were somewhere in the