The Rajah's Fortress — page 88: what you’re looking at

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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 6") them. ‘Two thousand throats were swelling with triumphant howls, rifles were cracking, sabers flash- ing, and closer and closer settled the flying clouds of smoke. Five minutes more—but hark! A peal like thunder bursts on the morning air. Through the shifting smoke is seen on the moun- tain side the glitter of steel, a gleam of red uniforms, a bugle blast echoes down through the town, drums rattle merrily, and then the thunder of artillery and the crash of cannon ball tell the struggling band that reinforcements have come at last. The foe rush to the bridge, but too late. A twenty pounder sweeps the entrance clear, and then, with a cheer, the Bombay Native Infantry dash across with fixed bayonets, their swarthy faces set for the prey, while down the mountain and into the yellow waters of the creek plunge the ele- phants with artillery strapped on their backs, and their fierce trumpetings striking terror to the heart of the enemy. : The panic is fearful. With a ringing cheer, Cubit’s little army, hurl themselves forward. ‘The enemy, caught between two fires, drop everything and flee in wildest confusion. The main body rush down along the bank of the creek, when suddenly, from a thicket of trees and bushes along the water, a hot rifle fire is poured into their very faces and with cries of terror they turn and dash toward the town. From out of the thicket struggles a little hand- COLUM 1OOO SS co