He sent on this daring mission a couple of hundred native soldiers sepoys —­under command of three young English lieutenants.  The Rajah submitted without a word.  The incident lights up the Indian situation electrically, and gives one a vivid sense of the strides which the English had made and the mastership they had acquired in the land since the date of Clive’s great victory.  In a quarter of a century, from being nobodies, and feared by none, they were become confessed lords and masters, feared by all, sovereigns included, and served by all, sovereigns included.  It makes the fairy tales sound true.  The English had not been afraid to enlist native soldiers to fight against their own people and keep them obedient.  And now Hastings was not afraid to come away out to this remote place with a handful of such soldiers and send them to arrest a native sovereign.

The lieutenants imprisoned the Rajah in his own fort.  It was beautiful, the pluckiness of it, the impudence of it.  The arrest enraged the Rajah’s people, and all Benares came storming about the place and threatening vengeance.  And yet, but for an accident, nothing important would have resulted, perhaps.  The mob found out a most strange thing, an almost incredible thing—­that this handful of soldiers had come on this hardy errand with empty guns and no ammunition.  This has been attributed to thoughtlessness, but it could hardly have been that, for in such large emergencies as this, intelligent people do think.  It must have been indifference, an over-confidence born of the proved submissiveness of the native character, when confronted by even one or two stern Britons in their war paint.  But, however that may be, it was a fatal discovery that the mob had made.  They were full of courage, now, and they broke into the fort and massacred the helpless soldiers and their officers.  Hastings escaped from Benares by night and got safely away, leaving the principality in a state of wild insurrection; but he was back again within the month, and quieted it down in his prompt and virile way, and took the Rajah’s throne away from him and gave it to another man.  He was a capable kind of person was Warren Hastings.  This was the only time he was ever out of ammunition.  Some of his acts have left stains upon his name which can never be washed away, but he saved to England the Indian Empire, and that was the best service that was ever done to the Indians themselves, those wretched heirs of a hundred centuries of pitiless oppression and abuse.

CHAPTER LIII.

True irreverence is disrespect for another man’s god. 
                                  —­Pudd’nhead Wilson’s New Calendar.

It was in Benares that I saw another living god.  That makes two.  I believe I have seen most of the greater and lesser wonders of the world, but I do not remember that any of them interested me so overwhelmingly as did that pair of gods.