by
which we got through) and the Sikhs who followed us, joined the
Ninety-Third, and keeping together the bayonet did the work. As I before
remarked, I could write pages about the actions of individual men whose
names will never be known to history. Although pressed for space, I
must notice the behaviour of one or two. But I must leave this to
another chapter; the present one has already become too long.

NOTE.

With regard to the incident mentioned on page 40 Captain W.
T. Furse, A.D.C. to his Excellency, wrote to me as follows:
"Dear Forbes-Mitchell--His Excellency has read your Mutiny
Reminiscences with great interest, and thinks they are a
very true description of the events of that time. He wishes
me, however, to draw your attention to a mistake you have
made in stating that 'the horse of Lieutenant Roberts was
shot down under him.' But the Chief remembers that though he
was in the position which you assign to him at that moment,
it was not his horse that was shot, but the horse of a
trooper of the squadron commanded by Lieut. J. Watson (now
Sir John Watson, V.C., K.C.B.), who happened to be near Lord
Roberts at the time."

Now I could not understand this, because I had entered in my
note-book that Lieutenant Fred. Roberts, Deputy Assistant
Quartermaster-General of Artillery, was the first man to
enter the Dilkoosha park and ride to the front to
reconnoitre, that the enemy opened fire on him at
point-blank range from a masked battery of 9-pounder guns,
and that his horse was shot under him near the Yellow
Bungalow (the name by which we then knew the Dilkoosha
palace) on the morning of the 14th of November, 1857. And I
was confident that about half-a-dozen men with Captain
Dalziel ran out from the light company of the Ninety-Third
to go to the assistance of Lieutenant Roberts, when we all
saw him get on his feet and remount what we believed was a
spare horse. The men of the light company, seeing that their
assistance was not required, returned to the line, and
directly we saw Lieutenant Roberts in the saddle again,
unhurt, the whole regiment, officers and men, gave him a
hearty cheer. But here was the Commander-in-Chief, through
his aide-de-camp, telling me that I was incorrect! I could
not account for it till I