“What a savage-looking brute it is!” said
Kate; “not a bit like a pig, with all those
long bristles, and that sharp high back, and those
tremendous tusks.”
“Will you accept the skin, Miss Warrener?”
Captain Dunlop said to her afterward; “I have
arranged with the doctor. He is to have the hams,
and I am to have the hide. If you will, I will
have it dressed and mounted.”
“Thank you, Captain Dunlop, I should like it
very much;” but, as it turned out, Kate Warrener
never got the skin.
The boar killed, the doctor’s first care was
to attend to the wounded, and Skinner’s arm
was soon bound up, and he was sent home in a buggy;
the man who was stunned came to in a short time.
The unsuccessful ones were much laughed at by the
colonel and major, for allowing half the game started
to get away.
“You ought not to grumble, colonel,” Captain
Manners said. “If we had killed them all,
we might not have had another run for months; as it
is, we will have some more sport next week.”
There was some consultation as to the chance of getting
the sow even now, but it was generally agreed that
she would follow the nullah down, cross the stream,
and get into a large canebrake beyond, from which it
would take hours to dislodge her; so a general move
was made to the carriages, and in a short time the
whole party were on their way back to Sandynugghur.
THE OUTBREAK.
A week after the boar-hunt came the news that a Sepoy
named Mangul Pandy, belonging to the Thirty-fourth
Native Infantry, stationed at Barrackpore, a place
only a few miles out of Calcutta, had, on the 29th
of March, rushed out upon the parade ground and called
upon the men to mutiny. He then shot the European
sergeant-major of the regiment, and cut down an officer.
Pandy continued to exhort the men to rise to arms,
and although his comrades would not join him, they
refused to make any movement to arrest him. General
Hearsey now arrived on the parade ground with his son
and a Major Ross, and at once rode at the man, who,
finding that his comrades would not assist him, discharged
the contents of the musket into his own body.
Two days later the mutinous Nineteenth were disbanded
at Barrackpore. On the 3rd of April Mangul Pandy,
who had only wounded himself, was hung, and the same
doom was allotted to a native officer of his regiment,
for refusing to order the men to assist the officer
attacked by that mutineer, and for himself inciting
the men to rise against the government.
“What do you think of the news, papa?”
Dick asked his father.
“I hope that the example which has been set
by the execution of these ringleaders, and by the
disbandment of the Nineteenth, may have a wholesome
effect, Dick; but we shall see before long.”
