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I bade Ghorumsaug help me to put away my chest of treasure (my exultation in taking it<br />

was so great that I could not help informing him of its contents); and this done, I<br />

despatched him to his post near the prisoner, while I prepared to sally forth and pay my<br />

respects to the fair creatures under my protection. "What good after all have I done,"<br />

thought I to myself, "in this expedition which I had so rashly undertaken?" I had seen the<br />

renowned Holkar, I had been in the heart of his camp; I knew the disposition of his troops,<br />

that there were eleven thousand of them, and that he only waited for his guns to make a<br />

regular attack on the fort. I had seen Puttee Rooge; I had robbed her (I say ROBBED her,<br />

and I don't care what the reader or any other man may think of the act) of a deal box,<br />

containing jewels to the amount of three millions sterling, the property of herself and<br />

husband.<br />

Three millions in money and jewels! And what the deuce were money and jewels to me or<br />

to my poor garrison? Could my adorable Miss Bulcher eat a fricassee of diamonds, or,<br />

Cleopatra-like, melt down pearls to her tea? Could I, careless as I am about food, with a<br />

stomach that would digest anything—(once, in Spain, I ate the leg of a horse during a<br />

famine, and was so eager to swallow this morsel that I bolted the shoe, as well as the hoof,<br />

and never felt the slightest inconvenience from either,)—could I, I say, expect to live long<br />

and well upon a ragout of rupees, or a dish of stewed emeralds and rubies? With all the<br />

wealth of Croesus before me I felt melancholy; and would have paid cheerfully its weight<br />

in carats for a good honest round of boiled beef. Wealth, wealth, what art thou? What is<br />

gold?—Soft metal. What are diamonds?—Shining tinsel. The great wealth-winners, the<br />

only fame-achievers, the sole objects worthy of a soldier's consideration, are beefsteaks,<br />

gunpowder, and cold iron.<br />

The two latter means of competency we possessed; I had in my own apartments a small<br />

store of gunpowder (keeping it under my own bed, with a candle burning for fear of<br />

accidents); I had 14 pieces of artillery (4 long 48's and 4 carronades, 5 howitzers, and a<br />

long brass mortar, for grape, which I had taken myself at the battle of Assaye), and muskets<br />

for ten times my force. My garrison, as I have told the reader in a previous number,<br />

consisted of 40 men, two chaplains, and a surgeon; add to these my guests, 83 in number,<br />

of whom nine only were gentlemen (in tights, powder, pigtails, and silk stockings, who had<br />

come out merely for a dance, and found themselves in for a siege). Such were our<br />

numbers:—<br />

Ladies 74<br />

Troops and artillerymen 40<br />

Other non-combatants 11<br />

MAJOR-GEN. O'G. GAHAGAN 1000<br />

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