The remaining Guns of the Light Field Battery (from which a portion has already been attached) on duty at the Advanced Posts, are to be ordered down to join this afternoon, and to be considered as placed under the orders of the General of the Day.
One hundred Sepoys (Goorkas) from the Sirmoor Detachment, with a proportion of Native Officers, to be sent to Buldeo Singh's Garden at three p.m.; and the Officer in Command is instructed to report himself to the General of the Day.
Working parties for the Trenches will parade in front of H.M.'s 14th and 59th Regiments, this afternoon at four o'clock, and to be furnished as follows: by the 1st Division, for the Posts of Buldeo Singh's Garden, 200 Europeans, and 450 sepoys; by the 2nd Division, for the Post of Kuddum Kundee, 100 Europeans, and 400 Sepoys. An Engineer Officer to attend at the hour appointed.
Officers proceeding in charge of working parties, are to be strictly cautioned to pay particular attention to the conduct of the men under their command, whilst employed on working duties, and to prevent fires being lighted in the Trenches, and any unnecessary noise being made . . .
. . . The Hon. Lieut.-Col. Finch, Military Secretary to the Commander in Chief, is appointed Prize-Agent for His Excellency and the Field-Officers of the Army.
The second Agent, authorized to be nominated by the Captains and Subalterns, is to be selected from the Hon. Company's Service, and may be an officer of any rank.
The General Officers commanding Divisions, and Commandants of Departments, are requested to collect, without delay, the Votes for a Prize-Agent from the Captains and Subalterns of their Divisions and Commands respectively, and will transmit them to the Adjutant-General.
It is to be proclaimed through the several Suddur Bazaars in Camp, and Bazaars of Corps, that any person bringing in cannon-shot or shell, delivering them into the Park, to the Commissary or Deputy-Commissary of Ordnance, will be entitled to rewards, as follows:
For every 24lb. Shot . 12 annas.
8 & 12 ditto. 6 ditto.
6 ditto. 4 ditto.
13-inch shell. 2 rupees.
10-inch ditto. 1 rupee, 4 annas.
8-inch ditto. 1 rupee.
The Commissary or Deputy-Commissary of Ordnance, will grant Certificates for shot or shell received, and the Commissariat is directed to pay the amount on presentation of Certificate so furnished.
To-morrow being Christmas-Day, the usual gratuity of extra Batta to be issued to the Europeans in Camp.
Joynson took off his spectacles. ‘Well, Gentlemen, the orders are eminently clear, if late in the arriving. The adjutant will collect votes for prize agent at evening stables. By the by, who is field officer of the day?'
‘I am,' said Rose.
'The outlying picket, only, under saddle today please.'
Rose nodded.
'I conclude, then, by extending my own good wishes for the day. The chaplain will say prayers at eleven. That is all.'
Joynson had called them together earlier than usual. Since the officers had taken gunfire to every man at reveille he had thought it best to capitalize on their wakefulness by holding his conference immediately after stand-down. The sun was now well up and taking the chill off the air, which even the braziers in the marquee had not managed to do when they first assembled, and the prospects for the festive day looked good.
Hervey stayed seated as the others left.
'I believe I may guess your thoughts’ said the major.
'It were better not to’ replied Hervey. 'Not all of them at any rate. I was wondering earlier what we might do to tempt out Durjan Sal's cavalry.'
'And what did you conclude?'
'That we couldn't.'
Joynson looked blank. 'Really, Hervey, what profit had you supposed lay in such a line of thought?'
'When I was brigade field officer the day before yesterday, Murray told me he had conceived a stratagem by which all the Jhaut cavalry could be lured from the fortress and then destroyed, which would mean that Durjan Sal, having no means to escape if the fortress fell, could not dare risk a storming and would have to sue for peace at once.'
Joynson nodded. 'That is artful. I wonder you didn't tell me of it.'
'Murray said to speak to no one. He asked my opinion as to where a demonstration would have greatest effect, and I concluded the Agra gate. But thinking the more, I believe now that nothing would tempt him out, for he can risk losing his cavalry even less than losing the fortress. And it would be folly to suppose he has not made that inference for himself. Perhaps General Sleigh thinks the same and does not approve it, therefore.'
'Mm.' Joynson nodded again, but slower.
'You're a very clever fellow, Hervey. You ought by rights to be on Combermere's staff.’
Hervey smiled, acknowledging the tease.
'You know,' he continued, putting his spectacles in their case in such a way as to suggest a conclusion. 'I've seen little enough field service, but what I've seen and read leads me to believe that there's rarely a clever way to things. Better to do well what's to be done.'
It would have been too easy to dismiss Joynson as a plodder, suited only to organizing supply for the fixed defences of the Sussex coast - which had been his former extra-regimental service. Hervey would not. Indeed, he had come to respect 'Daddy' Joynson as a man who knew his limitations to an uncommon degree, and acknowledged them. 'That would appear to be what Combermere is about, is it not - doing well what's to be done?'
'I hope so. I hope he's listening to Anburey rather than Murray. I can't see that this business will be settled other than by powder and the bayonet. You know, I've a mind to leave things here for a while and go see Armstrong and his cohort. I've a mind that Armstrong's shovel will be a deal more serviceable in this than the whole of Murray's brigade. You'll come with me?'
As they rode into the extensive earthworks that Buldeo Singh's garden had become, the battery at Kuddum Kundee, a furlong away, fired in unison - eight of the artillery's biggest siege guns laid painstakingly on the same point of the long-necked bastion, 250 pounds of iron hurled with a velocity which vastly multiplied that weight on impact. Hervey pressed Gilbert to the top of one of the earth ramparts just in time to observe the effect - a column of dust higher than the walls of the fortress itself. Were there troops ready to assault the breach?
As the dust cleared, he saw there was no need of a breaching party, nor even a sign of the gunners' work. The long-necked bastion stood as before, prominent and defiant. He frowned and turned Gilbert back down the bank, muttering about Joshua and his trumpets.
'God in heaven!' cursed Joynson, climbing from the saddle. His mare looked as if she had taken root, her legs splayed, immovable.
'It was enough to startle a seasoned trooper, Eustace. She's very green, still.' Joynson's luck with horses was evidently not great, thought Hervey. 'Give her a lead?'
Joynson shook his head crossly. 'No, no. I'll walk in, damn it! Serjeant Lightfoot!'
The major's covering-serjeant took the reins. Hervey dismounted and handed his to Private Johnson.
They set off through the tamarisk grove with Joynson still tutting about his second charger.
'It's as well we approach on foot, anyway,' said Hervey, leading. 'The place is getting tight-packed with limbers.'
They picked their way through the siege park like sightseers at a fair. There were piles of shot, powder kegs in dugout bays, explosive shell in others, all manner of engineer stores neatly piled, sacks of corn for the horses, tubs of salt beef, dripping, biscuit, heaps of black bread, barrels of water, firewood and quartermaster stores, and the surgeon's dressing post, empty now, though at the same hour yesterday it was a sorry butcher's shop. It all spoke of the effort and patience a siege required, the organization. Someone at least knew his job, thought Hervey. And it was as well, given the impotence of the eighteen-pounders that had just been demonstrated.
'Steady, man!' bawled Joynson suddenly, as Private Harkness all but ran into him.
'Sir! We need the s
urgeon sir! It's the serjeant-major!'
'What?'
'He's in the tunnel, sir. The roof's tumbled in!'
Joynson pointed to the surgeon's tent, then set off after Hervey, running for the first time in years.
At the foot of the drift, where the tunnel began, an artificer stopped them. 'There're too many in there, sir. It's too narrow.'
'Stay here, Eustace,' said Hervey, unfastening his swordbelt and taking off his shako. 'No use in two of us going.'
'My orders, sir,' said the artificer. cMy sar'nt-major, though,' said Hervey, pushing him aside.
The tunnel was well lit by oil lamps, but silent. Hervey moved as fast he could, neither quite walking nor running, ducking lower still every few yards to avoid a roof support. It took him a while to reach the airlock.
'Who's that?' said the crouching figure at the burlap partition.
'Armstrong's officer. What's to do?'
'Oh, Major Hervey, sir; it's Irvine. I'm officer of the day. The roof's fallen about fifty yards in. There are two of your men and Brigadier Anburey digging the sar'nt-major out.'
Hervey pulled aside the burlap.
'Sir, it's awfully tight in there.'
'Yes, thank you, Irvine.'
It was not so well lit the other side of the burlap. Hervey could see the flicker of lamps ahead, and hear voices. He crouched lower still, and pushed on as best he could again.
'Who's that? Surgeon?' came a voice.
'No, sir. It's Hervey, Armstrong's officer.' Hervey could just make out Shepherd Stent on his knees beyond Anburey, shovelling earth to one side. 'Who's with you, Stent?'
'Corporal Stray, sir.'
Hervey pushed past them both. Earth was flying back as fast as Stent could clear it, like a terrier digging out a badger. He could now make out
Corporal Stray's great bulk, seeming to fill the remaining space. But it was Stray's shovel that worked like a machine.
'How long has he been buried?'
'A good ten minutes, sir,' said Stent, not checking in his own shovel work. 'The engineers had just put in another support and the serjeant-major was taking a turn at digging. And suddenly the roof just fell in.'
'I had only just arrived myself,' said Brigadier Anburey.
Buried ten minutes. Hervey bit his lip. How did they know the roof-fall they were clearing would not be replaced at once by more? Had the tunnel wholly collapsed, with a hollow in the ground above them? Should they not be digging from there too?
'I've got 'is feet, Shep!' called Stray.
'Major Hervey's here, Mick.'
'Major 'Ervey, sir, I've got 'is feet. And they're movin'!'
Hervey crawled past Shepherd Stent and laid a hand on Armstrong's boot. It was moving, very definitely moving.
'Can we pull 'im out, d'ye think, sir?'
'I don't know,' said Hervey, clawing away more earth around the foot. 'He must somehow have air under this lot. If we start to pull him out we might disturb it. How long would it take?'
Corporal Stray, breathing heavily, didn't know either. 'Even if 'e's got a bit of air, sir, it might run out soon. It can't be owt much. What else can we do? It'll take an hour to shift this lot.'
Hervey felt the desperation welling. 'We'll pull him! Keep digging while I get ropes.'
'Right, sir,' said Stray, relieved not to be the one to make the decision, and pleased to have the digging to occupy him.
'I'll get them,' said Anburey.
'Colonel, I'd be obliged if you would stay here. I am not a technical.'
Anburey nodded, and Hervey took off back down the tunnel like a bolting rabbit.
Joynson had not been idle, either. There were props, lamps, picks, shovels, all manner of stores piled at the bottom of the drift - and rope. Hervey quickly explained his intention then set off back into the tunnel with the end of a coil, Corporal Wainwright playing it out and Serjeant Lightfoot attaching other lengths with deft reef knots.
'Relay my orders, if you please, Irvine,' said Hervey as he pushed aside the burlap.
Corporal Stray had cleared to Armstrong's calves, but earth slid his way as fast as he could move it.
'There's a good fifteen feet of tunnel forward,' said Brigadier Anburey. 'It's that spoil which is falling back. I don't think the whole working has collapsed.'
'He knows we're 'ere at least, sir,' said Stray, sounding as though he was taking as much comfort by it as Armstrong himself.
The brigadier's assessment was cheering. At least they wouldn't be pulling against the weight of a dozen feet of earth. Hervey looped the rope around Armstrong's feet, binding them together tight. He thought of removing the boots, but judged it better to leave them for protection. 'Keep digging, Corporal Stray,' he said, once he had made the final hitch. 'Irvine, pull away!'
A second or so and the rope tautened. Then it began to inch back. Then more obviously. In a minute they saw the back of Armstrong's knees.
'Thank Christ, sir!' said Stray, digging for all he was worth.
'It's taking too long,' said Hervey. 'He'll soon have no air.' He started clawing away at the earth with his bare hands. 'Pull harder, Irvine!'
It was working, just. Inch by inch Armstrong's body emerged from the roof-fall, but the minutes ticked by. How in God's name could anyone go that long without air?
In five more they saw his waist. And then he was out in one, like a cork pulling evenly from a bottle.
'Stop!' bellowed Hervey down the tunnel.
The rope slackened at once.
He turned over the uncharacteristically motionless frame, desperate for some sign of life. He saw only the earth-caked shell of a man he'd once believed was indestructible - limp, like a rag doll thrown down in the mud.
'Surgeon!' He cursed himself; he ought to have called him up before.
Armstrong's mouth fell open, and then his eyes, the lids flickering perceptibly.
Hervey gasped, and Stray knew they'd done it. But it was too much like the brush with death in America, when Armstrong, alone, had taken on the war party - then, as now, beyond, well beyond, the call of duty. The thought of that devotion, and its fruitless and terrible outcome in America, was too much for Hervey, and tears began welling.
It was left to Corporal Stray to restore matters. 'Yer gave us a right scare there, Serjeant-Major, sir,' he said, in the cheeky understatement which only a corporal of his standing was allowed.
Armstrong spat, but weakly, and closed his eyes again. 'And it won't be the last, Corporal Stray,' he croaked, barely audible. 'Be sure of it.'
CHAPTER NINETEEN
FORLORN HOPES
Three days later
FIELD GENERAL ORDERS.
Head-quarters, Camp before Bhurtpore,
28 Dec, 1825.
Parole - BOMBAY
The Commander-in-Chief is pleased to appoint Brevet-Captain Hake, of H.M. 16th Lancers, to the superintendence of the Field Telegraph. An establishment of one European Non-commissioned Staff, one Lascar, and three coolies, is authorized to be attached to each Field Telegraph in use. The above appointment to have effect from the 22nd instant.
The three Senior Field Officers of Infantry without Brigades, viz. Lieut.-Col. Commandant Fagan, Lieut.-Cols. Nation and Price, are brought on the Roster of Generals of the Day, until further orders.
The Advanced Posts to be relieved this afternoon at three o'clock . . .
A working party of 100 men from . . .
A relief working party of a complete Regiment of Native Infantry . . .
The Infantry Piquets to mount, till further orders, at five P.M. and to be withdrawn from their position at day-break; and permitted to return to their tents. The Infantry Piquets to remain in readiness to turn out at the shortest notice, as directed.
A Foraging Party of the usual strength in Cavalry and Infantry . . .
The Commander-in-Chief has received with much pleasure, the report of the excellent conduct of a serjeant-major of the 6th Light Dragoons, John Armstrong, who was eng
aged in work in the field defences at Buldeo Singh's garden in most hazardous circumstances, and who suffered burial for half an hour following the collapse of his trench, whereupon he was brought out upon the exertions of his fellow Dragoons, notably Corporal Stray of that Regiment, and after the shortest period for recovery and examination by the Surgeon, returned to his post to continue with the same hazardous work as before. His Lordship, in consideration of the foregoing service, as well as of the high character borne by this Non-commissioned Officer, is pleased to advance Serjeant-Major Armstrong one year in Service and Seniority, and likewise Corporal Stray to be advanced six months in Service and Seniority. His Lordship further directs, that his approbation may be communicated to the whole of the Party, for their steady conduct on this occasion.
'Well, gentlemen, a handsome testimonial, if necessarily somewhat recondite in its description of events.' Major Joynson laid down his copy of the orders beside him and rubbed his hands together. 'By God, it's cold today. Are there any questions?'
'You were going to tell us of progress,' said Strickland helpfully.
'Indeed, I shall,' replied Joynson.
'Where does the telegraph run?' asked Rose.
'Agra and the two divisions of infantry.'
There were no further questions.
'Very well, the siege,' said Joynson, cupping his hands together and blowing into them. 'There is nothing I may say about the progress of the saps and mines. Indeed, there is nothing I can say, for that intelligence is very properly kept privy to the divisional commanders. We do, of course, know that Armstrong's tunnel has now reached almost to the long-necked bastion - further, so I understand, than the engineers have ever known a gallery driven in such circumstances. There are others being driven now from the third parallels, but they are highly susceptible to countermines. One indeed has already been blown in.'
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