A column, commanded by Colonel Nicholson, attacked a native regiment, which was marching toward Delhi. The mutineers were soon defeated and dispersed, and one hundred and twenty prisoners brought to Peshawar. All were indiscriminately condemned to death; but one out of three only were really executed. Ten cannon were placed on the drilling-ground, a prisoner fastened to each of their mouths, and five times were the ten guns fired covering the plain with mutilated remains, in the midst of air tainted with the smell of burning flesh.
These men, as M. de Valbezen says in his book called “Nouvelles Etudes sur les Anglais et l’lnde,” nearly all died with that heroic indifference which Indians know so well how to preserve even in the very face of death. “No need to bind me, captain,” said a fin
