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"Well, I was never in luck's way long Suddenly, without a note of warning, the great mutiny broke upon us One month India lay as still and peaceful, to all appearance, as Surrey or Kent; the next there were two hundred thousand black devils let loose, and the country was a perfect hell Of course you know all about it, gentle is not in my line I only knohat I saith my own eyes Our plantation was at a place called Muttra, near the border of the Northwest Provinces Night after night the whole sky was alight with the burning bungalows, and day after day we had sh our estate with their wives and children, on their way to Agra, where were the nearest troops Mr Abelwhite was an obstinate erated, and that it would blow over as suddenly as it had sprung up There he sat on his veranda, drinking whiskey-pegs and s cheroots, while the country was in a blaze about him Of course we stuck by him, I and Dawson, ith his wife, used to do the book-work and theWell, one fine day the crash ca slowly ho all huddled together at the bottom of a steep nullah I rode down to see what it was, and the cold struck through my heart when I found it was Dawson's wife, all cut into ribbons, and half eaten by jackals and native dogs A little further up the road Dawson hi on his face, quite dead, with an e across each other in front of hi which way I should turn, but at that alow and the flah the roof I knew then that I could do ood, but would only throw my own life away if I meddled in the matter From where I stood I could see hundreds of the black fiends, with their red coats still on their backs, dancing and howling round the burning house So past my head; so I broke away across the paddy-fields, and found ra