Misfortunes never come singly. To add to our misery, our mother followed her husband to the grave very shortly, and we were left orphans indeed, and at that time we had not a single relation in the country.
A brother officer, Captain J., took charge of us, and, indeed, was as good as a second father to us. Telegraphs and steamers were unknown then. Communications were few and far between England and her great dependency, and it was nearly a year before a reply came as to our disposal.
We were five or six hundred miles from Madras, and had to get there the best way we could. I need not describe how sorrowful we were when we left our kind friends, especially Captain J., and the rank and file of our regiment.
We were sent in charge of a pensioned havildar, who had been our grandfather's orderly during the Mahratta war, and three ayahs and two girls who were but little older than ourselves, and had been playmates since we could remember. We travelled in native carts fitted up for our accommodation. It took us some three months to reach our destination. On the way we put up in dk bungalows, where such existed, otherwise in choultries, built more for the use of native travellers than for Europeans ; but go wherever we might, our name was well known, and we met with the greatest kindness, especially from the pensioned sepoys in charge of the bungalows, and from natives of all creeds and conditions.
We were consigned to the care of an officer of the Veteran Battalion, to whom considerable sums had ^en remitted on our behalf. In his younger days heWe were consigned to the care of an officer of the Veteran Battalion, to whom considerable sums had ^en remitted on our behalf. In his younger days he