ABSTRACT
And so it was. As Havelock drew near; as Neill approached; as Nana Sahib’s troops were scattered as the cha before the wind, he set the nal crown upon a life of treachery, brutality and unimagined cruelty by massacring every Christian woman, boy and girl in that slaughterhouse, the Bibi-garh, and therea er inging the dead and dying into an adjacent well, which today stands up in the centre of a lovely park, shaded by the branches of the tree on which Neill, later, hanged the mutineers in countless ranks. But can one wonder! e slaughter-house hacked in every corner — near the oor, where the women crouched — blood two inches deep on his arrival, just too late to save them all.
