He certainly was not a comfortable mount on that day, but all the same he saved my life.

In the midst of the melee I observed a sepoy taking deliberate aim at me, and tried to get at him, but the crowd between him and me prevented my reaching him.

He fired; my frightened animal reared, and received in his head the bullet which was intended for me.[4] The work fell chiefly on the Cavalry and Horse Artillery.

Major Ouvry, who commanded them, must have been a proud man that day, for they behaved splendidly.

Two of Blunt's guns also, under an old Addiscombe friend of mine named Cracklow, did excellent service.