Shortly after the Europeans had arrived and their elephants taken up their position on one side of the ground, cheering announced the coming of the Rajah.  The cannons were discharged by slow matches and the infantrymen, raising their muskets, fired a ragged volley into the air.  Then towards the altar of Kali the Rajah was seen approaching in a long gilded car shaded by a canopy of cloth-of-gold and drawn by an enormous elephant, richly caparisoned.  Two gold-laced, scarlet-clad servants were perched on the back of the car, waving large peacock-feather fans over their monarch.  A line of carriages followed, conveying the Dewan, the Durbar officials, the Ministers of the State and the leading nobles of Lalpuri.  After the first volley, which scattered the horses of the cavalry, the artillery and infantry loaded and fired independently as fast as their antiquated weapons permitted, until the air was filled with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

The Rajah, hemmed in by spearmen with levelled points and followed by all his suite with drawn swords, timidly approached the bull, tulwar in hand.  The animal was too dazed to lift its head.  The Rajah raised his gleaming blade and struck at the nape of its neck, and at the same moment two swordsmen hamstrung it.  Immediately the Dewan, Ministers, and nobles crowded in and hacked at the wretched beast as it lurched and fell heavily to the ground.  The warm blood spurted out in jets and covered the officials and nobles as they cut savagely at the feebly struggling carcase, and the red liquid splashed the Rajah as he stood gloating over the gaping wounds and the sufferings of the poor sacrifice, his heavy face lit up by a ghastly grin of delight.

The horrible spectacle shocked and disgusted the European spectators.  Ida nearly fainted, and Mrs. Rice turned green.  Noreen shuddered at Chunerbutty’s fiendish and bestial expression, as he leaned forward in the howdah, his face working convulsively, his eyes straining to lose no detail of the repulsive sight.  He was enjoying it, like the excited, enthralled mobs of Indians of all ages around, who pressed forward, gradually pushing back the line of retainers struggling to keep the ground.

Suddenly the swarming thousands broke loose.  They surged madly forward, engulfing and sweeping the soldiers along with them, and rushed on the dying bull.  They fought savagely to reach it.  Those who succeeded threw themselves on the quivering carcase and with knives or bare hands tore pieces of still living flesh from it and thrust them into their mouths.  Then, blooded to the eyes, they raised their reddened arms aloft, while from thousands of throats rang out the fanatical cry: 

“Kali Ma ki jai! (Victory to Mother Kali!)”

They surged around the altar.  The Rajah was knocked down and nearly trampled on by the maddened, hysterical crowd. Dewan, Ministers, officials, guards were hustled and swept aside.  The cavalry commander saw his ruler’s danger and collecting a dozen of his sowars charged the religious-mad mob and rescued the Rajah from his dangerous position, riding down and sabring men, women, and children, the fierce stallions savaging everyone within reach with their bared teeth.