(x) Magazine at Delhi

and is entitled The Magazine at Delhi. In 57th, one third of India with a flame would revolt. As regiment after regiment of seapoys mutinied against the British, and in doing so committed unparalleled massacre,

it wasn't a spontaneous uprising. And in the early part of May, a number of cities still remained uneasily peaceful. Though neighboring communities were in the midst of rim fighting. On the 11th of May, 1857, in Delhi, capital city of the great Mughal emperor Baudou Shah, this aged monarch with beings of very harassed by his two sons.

Too much of me. But now is the time, my your father. Now, my lord, where the British pharyngees on such an imprepid, we must attack, strike now. Now, but why? The British do not bother me.

They do not interfere in my lands, and they pay me respect. They have not invested Delhi in theft. They are here in Delhi. 200 at least, my son. A mere 200 peaceful citizens and 50 soldiers.

50 soldiers, my son. The British promised never to station more in my city. And what battle moment and now? There are four regiments at sea-poise here. All eager to revoke the instance, the great vocal commands them to do so.

But the English soldier has offered me no insult. You say no insult, my father. Do they not demand the Muslim that his lips touch pink fat? Do they not smear pink fat on the bullets they make?

There can be no greater insult to one of the faithful. They explain their mistake and they offer topology. Their colonel, I forget his name, came to make a mens. He explained a British foreign view, justied with devious explanation.