in which my friend was nursed back to
life, to the surprise of all who knew the extent of his disaster.

It is specially important for people blessed, or cursed, with psychic
gifts "to give no occasion to the enemy" by exaggeration or inexact
memory of details. So, with the wholesome dread of a well-read reviewer
before my eyes, I determined to go to the fountain-head, and ask Colonel
Jones himself to supply me with the true incidents which make the Agra
episode a moving picture before our eyes. He has kindly consented to do
this, and I give the narrative in his own words:--

After the fall of Delhi, a column, under General Greathead, was sent
down to Lucknow, and as three squadrons of the 9th Lancers were told off
to go, I resigned my staff appointment, and went with my troop.

After two fights--Bolimshuhur and Alighur--we were hurried off to Agra,
sixty-six miles in thirty-six hours. But on arrival we found that the
Agra people had recovered from their fright and Greathead was fool
enough to believe their story that the enemy was twelve miles away, and
therefore took up ground for our camp, just by the graveyard and
parade-ground, which you will remember. There was a high crop of
sugar-cane, concealing everything beyond the parade-ground, and after
most of the officers of the whole force had gone off to Agra Fort to
breakfast with friends, cannon-shot began to fall amongst us; and
everyone had time to fall in, as the horses had not been unsaddled.

My squadron, consisting of French's and my troops, was told off as an
escort to Blunt's Battery, F.A., which formed the left of the line,
consisting of our other two squadrons, more F. Artillery, 8th and 75th
Regiments, etc., all moving to the front through high crops.

Then we saw the enemy--700 or 800 yards off--and Blunt unlimbered his
guns, and began to fire, when we soon saw a body of cavalry moving off
across our front, to turn our left flank, and Blunt said we must go back
to defend our camp. So he limbered up, and we all (_i.e._ our squadron
and Blunt's guns) began to straggle back through the high crops. But
Blunt said he must leave one troop with two of his guns, and French's
troop was stopped for the purpose. Instead of staying with it, he felt
so sure we should have a chance at the cavalry we had seen (Mutineers)
that he came on with me, and together we formed up my troop on the
parade-ground, close to Blunt's guns, which we saw already unlimbered.

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