farther on is now a hospital; it was once
a private house, and in it General Nicholson died. Look on again, much
farther, past trees and other houses, and you will see a rounded
building with turrets--that is the Flagstaff Tower so fiercely held.

Come down now to rejoin the carriage and we will go back to the city by
the Kashmir Gate. Of all the gates this is the one with the most daring
story of adventure attached to it.

When the British had resolved to make an assault on the city they
detailed four parties, as I said, to attack in four places. One of them
was this gate. The other three places had been partially broken in by
the guns, and there was a chance for those heroic madmen to get through,
but this was entire. The assaulting party had first to break a way in
and then get through.

And they did it!

The five told off to make the breach were Lieutenants Home and Salkeld,
and Sergeants Carmichael, Burgess, and Smith. Some carried bags of
gunpowder, and others, the fire to set them off. It was daylight when
they ran towards the gate across a single plank spanning the ditch, so
that they had to go one by one in full range of the enemy's fire from
the walls. The marvel is that any lived to reach the gate alive. When
one fell another leaped forward to carry on his task. The bags were
flung down, and those who placed them tumbled back into the ditch, while
their comrades set the powder alight and rolled down too. Out of the
whole party only Home and Smith survived. The wicket of the gate was
burst open by the explosion, and the storming party, also crossing that
single plank, made for it, got inside, and beat back the foe, meeting
their comrades, who had burst in at other points, inside.

The tale of "how Horatius kept the bridge" pales before this amazing
pluck.

[Illustration: A CARPET SHOP, DELHI.]

We must get out and look at the gate where this actually happened not
sixty years ago.

There are two wide arches in the shattered wall, and the coping above is
half gone; it remains unrestored just as it was that day. On a slab is
an inscription telling of this noble deed when men died for their
country without hesitation.

Close by is the cemetery where General Nicholson is buried. You can see
his statue in the city raised high on a pedestal. He stands with bared
head and drawn sword. But Nicholson's is not the only name immortalised
by the Mutiny--there are the two brothers, John and Henry Lawrence,
Outr