Identifier: india00surr (find matches)
Title: India;
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Surridge, Victor MacCormick, Arthur David, 1860- ill
Subjects: India -- History India -- History British occupation, 1765-1947
Publisher: London, Edinburgh : T. C. & E. C. Jack
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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erwards they were hunted down anddispersed. The Peshwa, deprived of his throne, wasfain to content himself with an enormous pension,and never again was the Company troubled by hisvagaries. The outbreak of the Peshwa had sent a wave ofunrest through the neighbouring states. In Nagpurwas a fierce Maratha chieftain eager to try con-clusions with the British. For that purpose heassembled a great army and busily prepared for war.His challenge was accepted, and a force of four-teen thousand men marched into his dominions.Upon two peaks of a range of hills outside the citythey pitched their camp. Soon the Mardthas wereswarming around the hills. A fierce battle tookplace; the enemy opened a murderous fire, andcharging impetuously up the slopes placed theBritish in a hazardous position. Upon one of the peaks was posted Captain Fitz-gerald at the head of three troops of Bengal cavalry.The gallant officer looked impatiently down upon theMardthas beneath him. Repeatedly he begged to be206 •ITT*
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Lieutenaut Pattiuaon recaptures tbe gun THE UNSHEATHED SWORD allowed to charge them, but the desired permissionwas withheld. At length the enemy hemmed himin on every side, and two guns were brought to bearon his position. Shot fell thick and fast into theirmidst; the men clamoured to be led against theirfoes. But still the order to charge was not forth-coming. Once again the restless Irishman sent anurgent message to his chief. Tell him to chargeat his peril! snapped out that officer, in angry tones. At my peril be it! Well charge them, byheaven! shouted Fitzgerald to his men. JDeen,Deen! came back the ready response from theMussulmans behind him. It indicated that they wereprepared for death or victory. With exultant shoutsand waving swords they charged tumultuously intothe midst of the foe. Backwards reeled the Mardthdhorse, throwing into confusion those behind. Nothingcould withstand that fierce onward rush of Fitzgeraldand his men. The enemy were routed and drivenfrom the hill, a

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