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]]>Italian hero Alfonso d'Avalos d'Aquino, VI marquis of Pescara. He commanded the Imperial army in Italy during the Italian War of 1542 - a conflict that pitted France and Turkey against Henry VIII of England and the Holy Roman Empire (which was roughly Germany, Austria and part of Italy). The course of the war saw extensive fighting in Italy, France, and the Low Countries, as well as attempted invasions of Spain and England. The conflict was inconclusive and ruinously expensive for the major participants. The French were reliant upon Swiss mercenaries and a renewed Franco-Ottoman alliance; Suleiman the Magnificent of the Ottoman Empire seeking to distract Charles (Holy Roman Empire) from Ottoman advances in Hungary, encouraged the Franco-Imperial rift and offered the Turkish fleet but after some minor victories the Turks became a liability; on 6 September, their commander had threatened to depart Europe if he were not given the means with which to resupply his fleet. In response, Francis ordered that the population of Toulon be expelled, and that the city then be given over to the Turks for their billeting needs, it becoming a base for their army of 30,000 for the next eight months. Henry the VIII who had separate quarrels with the French, opportunistically aligned himself with the Holy Roman Empire and attacked France. Francis, increasingly embarrassed by the Ottoman presence, was unwilling to help the Turks recapture Tunis; so the Ottoman fleet—accompanied by five French galleys under Antoine Escalin des Aimars—sailed for Istanbul in May 1544, pillaging the Neapolitan coast along the way. The English invasion of France by Henry forced Francis to recall much of his army from Piedmont, leaving the French commander Enghien without the troops he needed to take Milan. D'Avalos (our man in the portrait) scored a victory over a mercenary army in French service at the Battle of Serravalle in early June 1544 and brought significant campaigning in Italy to an end. Francis now embarked on a more dramatic attempt to force Henry's hand—an attack on England itself. For this venture, an army of more than 30,000 men was assembled in Normandy, and a fleet of some 400 vessels prepared at Le Havre, all under the command of Claude d'Annebault. On 31 May 1545, a French expeditionary force landed in Scotland and an attack was made against the Isle of Wight (southern England) but these operations were abortive, and the French fleet soon returned to blockading Boulogne. Ultimately the French ended up buying off Henry VIII and the inconclusive war came to an end.
]]>African-American actor Ira Aldridge (1807-1867) painted by William Mulready (Irish, 1786-1863). Praised as one of the greatest tragic actors of his day, he won renown in Europe for his Shakespearean roles, including Lear, Macbeth and, most famously, Othello. On October 10, 1825, Aldridge made his European debut, making him the first African American actor to establish himself professionally in a foreign country (at London's Royal Coburg Theatre). The following year he played Othello. By the time of his death in 1867 he had won awards and medals all over Europe, having played in Berlin, Brussels, Paris, Frankfurt, Cologne, Bonn, Budapest and the major cities of Russia. An innovation Aldridge introduced early in his career was a direct address to the audience on the closing night of his engagement at a given theatre. Especially in the years leading up to the emancipation of slaves in British colonies (by act of 1833) he would speak of the injustice of slavery and the passionate desire for freedom of those held in bondage.
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]]>We have a very Hollywoodised view of the Jacobite rebellions, as a war of English vs. Highlanders, but the truth was far more complex. Take the important Campbell clan for example, a major clan who controlled a quarter of the Highlands. In 1692 they invited the clan leaders of the MacDonalds over for a chat, and massacred them on the grounds that they had been too slow to voice their allegiance to the King of England! During the Jacobite risings of the 18th century the Clan Campbell supported the British-Hanoverian Government. On 23 October 1715, chief John Campbell, learned that a detachment of rebels was passing by Castle Campbell, towards Dunfermline. He sent out a body of cavalry which attacked the rebel party and defeated it in what is now known as the Skirmish of Dunfermline and took a number of prisoners, taking only light casualties themselves. A month later the British Government forces, including men from Clan Campbell, fought and defeated the Jacobites at the Battle of Sheriffmuir in 1715. Such loyalty did not go unnoticed, and in 1725 the British government created the Reicudan Dhu, or Black Watch, a predominantly Campbell regiment that wore dark black striped tartan and were created to watch over the Highlands. By 1745 however, this crack fighting force was off fighting in Flanders, and the unwatched Highlands again rose in rebellion. Despite the fact that most of Clan Campbell’s fighting men were off in Europe, they continued their support for the British Government. They fought against the rebel Jacobites at the Battle of Falkirk (1746) where Government forces were defeated. However, shortly afterwards the Campbells held out during the Siege of Fort William where the Jacobites were defeated. The Campbells were also involved in the Skirmish of Keith around the same time. At the battle of Culloden, the Campbell Argyll Militia, played a crucial role, outflanking the Jacobites, cutting off their retreat. Also amongst the British government forces were three companies from Loudon's Highlanders who were under the command of Lieutenant Colonel John Campbell and one company from the 43rd Highlanders who were under the command of Captain Dugald Campbell of Auchrossan. THE BLACK WATCH IN AUSTRALIA - in 1751 the Black Watch was formally titled the 42nd (Highland) Regiment of Foot. The 73rd Regiment of Foot was originally the Second Battalion 42nd (Royal Highland) Regiment of Foot - the 73rd (Scots, who still called themselves the Black Watch) landed in Sydney on 1 January 1810 and took over duties from the New South Wales Corps (102nd. Regiment). It was thus the first of many British line regiments that garrisoned New South Wales for the next sixty years. The Duke of Edinburgh's Highlanders formed in 1868 was a New South Wales regiment, the unit wore a kilt of Black Watch tartan and became known as the Highland Brigade - it was disbanded in 1878.The 42nd Battalion was raised at Enoggera near Brisbane, Queensland, in December 1915 as part of the Australian Imperial Force (AIF) during the First World War. Due to sharing its numerical designation with the famous Scottish regiment, the battalion became known as the "Australian Black Watch".
]]>Thomas Howard, 14th Earl of Arundel (7 July 1586 – 4 October 1646). A passionate art collector and a rather inept commander of an abortive English invasion of Scotland. Arundel was born in relative poverty, at Finchingfield in Essex on 7 July 1585. His aristocratic family had fallen into disgrace during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I owing to their involvement with Mary Queen of Scots. Arundel's family got lucky though when Mary's son (James VI of Scotland) attained the throne of England The fallen family's loyalty to his mother was rewarded, and Arundel was restored to his titles and some of his estates in 1604. He then had a busy career as a diplomat, and spent a lot of time in Italy spending huge sums of money on art. He became a member of the New England Plantations Committee in 1620 and helped plan the early colonization of North America. When Charles the 1st attained the throne, he quickly managed to piss him off and was imprisoned in the Tower, but in 1628 he become reconciled to the king and was (rather incredibly) made a privy councillor. In 1638 he was entrusted with the charge of the forts on the border with Scotland, and, supporting alone amongst the peers the war against the Scots, was made general of the king's forces in the First Bishops' War, though "he had nothing martial about him but his presence and looks." If you've never heard of the First Bishops War, it's probably because Thomas Howard was in charge of it. A unified Church of Scotland and England governed by bishops became the first step in the king's vision of a centralised, Unionist state - which most Scots were not interested in. Consequently English governance was easily and quickly overthrown and Scotland once more found itself independent Charles resorted to military force to reassert his authority but couldn't get funding nor support from Parliament, so the King instead relied on his own inadequate resources. Thomas Howard's grand plan consisted of three parts; an English army of 20,000 would advance on Edinburgh from the south, while an amphibious force of 5,000 under the Marquis of Hamilton landed in Aberdeen and linked up with Royalist troops led by the Marquess of Huntly. Lastly, an Irish army under Randal MacDonnell, Earl of Antrim would invade western Scotland and join forces with the MacDonalds. All aspects of this complex plan fell apart - the Irish element never materialised and the MacDonalds had second thoughts. The English army that mustered at the border town of Berwick-upon-Tweed only totalled some 15,000 men but it wasn't the official standing army of England, instead they were untrained conscripts, many armed only with bows and arrows. When they saw the professional Scottish army of 16,500 men under the experienced veteran Alexander Leslie, our man Thomas realised that any fight could only go one way, so the English backed off and threatened to refer the matter to the Scottish parliament! The only significant engagement of the war took place on 18 June, at the Battle of the Brig of Dee south of Aberdeen, between Royalist forces under Viscount Aboyne and Montrose. This can't be described a "Scottish victory", as both sides were actually Scottish, the Royalists being mainly citizens of Aberdeen. The Covenanters took Aberdeen and many of them proposed razing the city, which Montrose prevented. This defeat meant that the final aspect of Thomas Howard's plan, the landing of a fleet at Aberdeen, could not be accomplished either. The Second Bishops' War (1640) was basically a retaliatory and successful invasion of England by the Scots who demanded financial compensation for all the bother of the First Bishops War, which the English parliament was duly forced to pay - but our man Thomas was out of his armour by then, so of that I will not write. These disastrous wars with Scotland were one of the reasons that parliament broke with the King, creating the English Civil War. Our man Thomas though, being a man of the arts rather than of war, kept out of this Civil War (which he had helped create) and instead took up residence in Antwerp and then at a villa near Padua, in Italy. He died in Padua in 1646, having returned to the Roman Catholicism he nominally abandoned on joining the Privy Council, and was buried in Arundel. His main legacy was his huge Italian art collection, much of which still remains scattered around England.
]]>Isabella I of Spain, (born 22 April 1451) was the titular monarch of Aragon and jointly ruled the rest of Spain with her husband Ferdinand, although she seemed to be the ruling hand guiding most matters of state throughout Spain. During her reign, she significantly brought the crime rate down and unburdened the kingdom of the enormous debt her brother had left behind. Her most notable achievement achievement was the conquest of the Islamic kingdom of Grenada, in the course of which, she came up against another feisty lady: Aisha bint Muhammad ibn al-Ahmar, Aixa (herself of royal birth), a politically active queen, wielding a great amount of influence on matters of state during the final years of the Emirate of Granada. Aixa bore Muley Hacén (Emir of Grenada) three children; Boabdil, Yusuf, and Aixa. For many decades the Emirate of Greanada had paid a yearly tribute to the Catholic Monarchs of Spain in exchange for peace between the kingdoms. Breaking with tradition, Muley Hacén refused to pay the tribute, resulting in a deterioration of the relationship with Isabella, who sent them threatening messages saying that they should pay up. As a sign of his defiance (and against the advice of Aixa) he invaded the Christian fortress town of Zahara de La Sierra. Many Christian town people were slaughtered and the peace that had been brokered over centuries via a yearly tribute to Castile was finally over. To add to Aixa’s utter consternation, Muley Hacén refused to acknowledge her son Boabdil as the rightful heir of Granada. Muley Hacén’s negative attitude towards his son relates to the fact that on the day of his son’s birth in 1460, astrologers claimed that if he were ever to take the throne, Boabdil would be the last Islamic Emir of Granada. Boabdil was thus imprisoned in the Tower of Comares within the vicinity of the Alhambra Palace. Consequently Aixa aligns herself to a rival opposition party and Boabdil escapes.
After a bloody civil war, Aixa managed to make Boabdil the Sultan of Granada and Muley Hacén went into exile. Isabella (taking advantage of the internal strife of the Muslims) built the fortress town Santa Fé and set up an encampment just 13 kilometers away from Granada. After finally winning back Malaga she turned her final strategy to the conquest of the city of Granada itself. By this time Aixa was firmly in control of the state, but it was too late - most of her territories had been lost and Granada was being besieged, to make matters worse, her son Boabdil was a nervous wreck, and failed to rally his troops. lnstead he sent out desperate requests for external aid. By way of response, the Sultan of Egypt mildly rebuked Isabella (and Ferdinand) for the Granada War, but that was it. Boabdil also requested aid from the Kingdom of Fez (modern Morocco), but no reply is recorded by history. Bribery of important officials was also rampant, and at least one of the chief advisers to Boabdil seems to have been working for Isabella the entire time. Immediately after the city's fall, Aixa is said to have rebuked her inconsolable son by saying: “Do not cry as a woman for what you could not defend as a man.” Isabella's terms of surrender were exceptionally generous. There was no looting nor executions. No one would be forced to change religion, not even former Christians who had converted to Islam. The Muslim population could stay or leave as they pleased, they were not even disarmed. Boabdil was even offered money and the rulership of a small principality in the mountainous Alpujarras - a Muslim area that would have been difficult to control in any case. Isabella had nothing to do with the eviction of all Muslims from Spain, that was decreed by King Philip III of Spain on April 9, 1609. She had five children, one of which was Catherine of Aragon. She died on the 26 November 1504.
Gladstone, SA. A couple of weeks ago THE MEDIEVAL SHOPPE got back from Gladstone's Gaol's Medieval Fair.(built in the early 1880's and closed as a working prison in 1975.) It was an interesting time, and we actually staid inside the prison for an entire week, waiting to push onto the next medieval fair at Kryal Castle (Victoria) on the following weekend. The staff kindly allowed us to stay there and for several nights we were all alone in the reputedly haunted prison (more about that later). We didn't think the fair went too badly, but it seems to have been decided by the organisers that the next one won't be until 2021 )-: I have seen the Old Dubbo Gaol (NSW) and the historic Trial Bay Gaol (NSW) - but this one is far bigger than those - it's an impressive complex completely built with beautiful irregular stone blocks, although I doubt any of the former inmates found those walls "beautiful" back in the day! It's a great venue for a medieval fair. On one particularly hot day I wasn't looking forward to being back in my room within the prison, as it was without much ventilation and of course it had no AC. To my surprise though, the room was cool - then I thought "yeah, two foot thick stone walls!" One night we were treated to the "Ghost Tour", and we were told stories of horrific murders, innumerable suicides and executions. It was good entertainment, but due to my inclinations as an amateur historian and because of the amount of time I had to kill there, I took the trouble of reading all the information displayed on the walls, of which there's a great deal. Apparently for the first 30 years of the gaol's existence it was hardly used - sometimes having as few as eight inmates, which is quite mind blowing considering the size of the place. During the 20's and 30's there were about 30 inmates there at any one time. It closed in 1939, when it was taken over by the military, who then proceeded to never use it. It reopened in 1953 as a low security prison, for low risk prisoners who were allowed to work in the local community and learn trades during their mild detention. During the history of the gaol, there were no executions and only eight people ever died there, half of those were very old - one of them was a poor woman who wanted to stay in the prison beyond her sentence, as she was sick and had nowhere else to go, the staff tried to nurse her back to health but she died. So, actually Gladstone Gaol was a pretty laid back place by 19th and 20th century Australian penal standards, and nothing like the concentration camp of horror and despair as represented on the Ghost tour! The biggest question for me though, was .... why was it built in the first place? It must have cost the modern equivalent of tens of millions of dollars to build, and yet it was hardly used. My theory is that GLADSTONE was planned as an Australian mega city, and it simply never happened. The 19th century colonial SA government gave Gladstone several massive and most impressive stone buildings, one being a bank, one seemingly the town hall, they then provided the town with a fine and big railway station, this huge prison, and laid out enormously wide streets, as you would find in central Adelaide or Sydney. These streets, like New York are called "First" - "Second" - "Third" etc. ......... it seemed as if they thought they were planting a future metropolis .... 150 years later Gladstone has a population of 630. It's a fine little town though ... hope to see you there in 2021!
]]>Must we all dye with hunger? Is it not just, that some lose their lives, for the preservation of the rest? It is true, the Divine Law enjoyns us, to love our neighbour, and forbids murder: but is there anything more near to us than ourselves? We have the example of whatsoever has life; the great fish devour the small; and the least insect flies by a natural instinct at the approach of its enemy. Death treads upon our heels, of all enemies the most dreadful and cruel. Why do we not, then use against it, the only remedy left us? Kill we therefore, the weakest amongst us. Nature forces us to it, and I cannot see what you can oppose against my argument.
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This emotional discourse made bya starving Dutchsailor intent on cannibalism, is from a very rare and all but forgotten work:'A relation of an unfortunate voyage to the Kingdome of Bengala: describing the deplorable condition and dismal accidents attending those therein concerned…' by a Dutchman named W. Glanius, published in 1682. It is not only one of the earliest European books we possess on Assam but is a most fascinating travelogue.
In 1661, Glanius found himself stranded with a group of compatriots on a desert island somewhere off the coastof Bengal. His accountwas published in the Netherlands and must have been a best seller in its day, for in 1682 its fame crossed the channel and it was translated into English. The book was printed at the Red Lyon in St Paul's Churchyard, London. Even after more than 300 years this virtually unknown book makes quite engaging reading. Regrettably, the name of the small island is not disclosed and it may not even exist any more - such is the nature of the Gangesriver delta. The isle was described as being small and merely nine leagues from the mainland. Glanius tells a desperate story of a shipwreck and the many despairing attempts of the dispirited mariners and merchants to extricate themselves from their dire circumstances. After getting off this baneful isle, Glanius was then conscripted into a Mogul campaign against Assam.
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He fled up to the deck, sat himself down and took some time in recovering his composure. His shipmates gathered around to see what the problem was with young Hillebrant. At length, after pulling himself together, he told them of the terrible vision he had seen below decks. Most thought that he was having delusions but several amongst them saw the event as a bad omen. Glanius tells us that Hillebrant had previously been a happy individual, but from that moment on he became pensive and morose, exhorting the crew to turn to fervent prayer in order to avert the disaster he now saw as imminent. Most of the crew had no time for his dark pessimistic ranting and reacted to his pleas with mirth and mockery.
There wanted not some who derided his visions, and made a sport of them; wherefore he often besought God to give these libertins a sight of what he had seen, or something like it; as means to check their licentiousness and reduce them to sobriety.
On The 8th of October, they sighted the coast of Bengal,but nobody on the ship was too familiar with the region, an unfortunate circumstance considering these notoriously dangerous waters. The ship's Master, Jacob Franz-Stroom, sent out a longboat with seven or eight men along with the Steward who spoke a native language. Their task was to reconnoitre the coast and to obtain basic navigational information from the mainland. After their departure, nothing more was ever seen of them.
The ship loitered for three days, until they gave up on their crewmen altogether and blindly went in search of a port in which to obtain supplies and seek news of the landing party. After a long and fruitless search up the coast, three small boats came near to Ter Schelling. The Indian sailors on these boats, observing the ship's cannons and the rough looking Dutchmen, were most reluctant to come too close but after much friendly gesticulating, their commander, who called himself Orangkai, drew near with his vessel. The Indians were selling fruit and fish - provisions that were greatly welcomed, speedily purchased then stowed aboard. Orangkai was being treated 'with all remarkable kindness' when the vessel unexpectedly touched upon a sandy shelf and lurched suddenly. At this point Orangkai seems to have lost his cool: 'Whereat Orangkai was frighted, and believed 'twas a signal to betray him.' The Indian Commander was probably more scared of the inept steering of the boat than treachery, but whatever the cause, he jumped ship leaving his money and provisions behind.
As the Dutchmen were now well supplied (free of charge) they decided to wait for their lost companions a little longer. Eight days past but to no avail, finally they hoisted sail and moved further up the coast. In due course, they soon became hopelessly lost amongst the treacherous sandbanks and rocky shelves and accidentally lodged themselves upon a sandy protuberance. Many of the sailors sensed trouble and began partaking of a little 'DutchCourage'. The seamen: 'in their greatest danger ran to their bottles, and drank one anothers healths.' As if to confirm the darkest fears of the inebriated, a storm started brewing up and such was its force that the vessel soon had a hole smashed into its hull. A great panic followed, whereupon the crew cut loose and discarded their anchors to try and lose weight. Then the ship grounded itself in shallow waters, their cables snapped in the high winds and the ship's foretop was blown away. All the while the wind was whipping up some fearsomely tall waves and the ship was taking in water fast.
Great was our fear, but not general; for whilst the greatest part were confessing their sins, and imploring God's pardon, before whom they were now going to appear; the sea-men were making merry, and singing with their full cups in their hands; that though the sea were rough and terrible, yet would they hinder it from possessing that part, into which they pow’red down their liquor. Thus did these wretches defie all danger, and out-brave death it self, which they called the scarecrow of vulgar Souls…. Whilst they were drinking on one hand, and we praying on the other, a sudden blast of wind drove our ship from beneath the sholes, and set it on float again.
The astonished and grateful crew immediately fell upon the ship's pumps and started bailing. The tired mariners then attempted to steer towards land. By now the ship's provisions had also ran out and the exhausted Dutchmen fell victim to the pangs of hunger.
Since this unhappy accident, we thought of nothing, but yielding up ourselves to divine providence; and all means failing us, some gave way to sleep, others resisted it, being not able to resolve upon shutting their eyes against that light, which they were now upon the point of ever losing; and some again whom hunger more terrified than either sleep or death, so earnestly demanded meat; that the Master ordered, every man his share of strong waters [liquor&91; and smoakt beef.
By this time most of the crew were quite drunk, and others, now keenly aware that they faced a dramatic demise, began losing their reason:
In the mean time these watchings and fatigues had so exhausted our men's spirits, that several became frantick, and showed such extravagancies, as would have forced laughter at another time….Others could not comprehend the danger we were in, and forgetting what had passed, were continually talking of the profits and advantages they would make of this voyage.
Such merriment and unfounded optimism was rudely interrupted when the force of the waves caused a breach in the cook's cabin, sending yet more sea water gushing in. Provoked to a fit of activity they were forced to make holes in the deck to let the water run down into the hold. The hole was eventually plugged with plates of lead wrapped in cloth. Notwithstanding this momentary success, Glanius found that his strength was spent. He found a quiet space to lie down, closed his eyes and entered slumber's black oblivion.
After no more than an hour he was awoken by yells and found himself amidst a great deal of commotion as every sailor was seeking to save himself. Somewhat bewildered, he noticed that three sailors were missing - he subsequently learned they had been asleep down below and were drowned by a fresh torrent of water entering into the vessel.
Several ran to their chests putting on their best clothes, and demanded strong water, which was not refused them, and had immediately a pleasant effect upon 'em: others dealt out their melancholy thoughts, imagining themselves to be great personages, and talkt only of millions. These whimsies were tolerable, in comparison to the Sea-men's excesses, who continued in their outbravings of death, and its consequences. Some of them that had taken such pains to dress themselves, went along with the saylers into the great cabin; whence ever and anon coming out with their caps on one side of their heads, and their glasses in their hands, they invited the rest to imitate them in singing bawdy songs, and dancing. There were some that seemed more solid, yet were clearly for drinking, to make themselves (as they said) less sensible to the fears men feel in such extremities. These kept some measure, but others more brutish, glutted themselves like swine, till they lost wholly their reason.
As they had already lost their lifeboat (along with the original party that set out to the shore) the passengers and some of the crew, who for the most part seemed just as turbulent as the sea, decided to make themselves a raft. Some busily got to work by taking down the sail-yards and masts to provide the construction materials whereas others scoffed at the efforts of their companions and as Glanius puts it, 'the sea-men's gang continued on their riot.' Upon completion of the makeshift boat, Glanius was ready to depart in it with forty others, but a friend pulled him back onto the sinking ship.
He told me I must not leave him, for he lookt upon that machine [makeshift boat&91; to be extreme dangerous, especially considering the condition of those persons that took upon 'em to guide it, being most of 'em drunk, and ready to quarrel; the machine lying moreover, level with the water, and over laden. So I staid in the vessel with the Master, and some others, whose number was far inferior to those that left us.
When the 'machine' was scarcely a stone's throw away from the vessel, some of those that had left the ship deftly decided to swim back to it. Thirty-two people were now left on board the leaking and battered ship, Ter Schelling. The Master ordered a barrel of biscuits to be opened and some beef to be distributed. Some time after this scanty meal, the cold and disconsolate men caught a brief sight of the raft before it was obscured from their sight again by towering waves and curtains of drizzle. In due course, they came to believe that the crowded boat had been lost in some unexpected disaster: their initial hope of rescue sank with these shipmates, as they had promised to fetch help from the mainland.
Their only recourse was to make another raft. When finished it was found to be able to hold no more than twelve men, a fact which caused some trepidation amongst the more numerous
survivors. Whilst most were busy cutting down the foremast for more wood, six of their number tried to slip away with the almost completed boat. The mast however crashed down like a felled tree before them, stopping the double-crossers in their tracks and foiling their escape. The guilty men received rough admonishment from their colleagues, but seem to have been let off lightly under the circumstances: there being no violent retribution nor was the matter raised any further.
With the wood taken from the mast they managed to make the boat fit for 20 men, although eventually it was to carry 32. Provisions were hastily stored, including a poleaxe, and two cutlasses: 'just in case'.Anxiously, they clambered into their lifeboat and cast themselves away from the stricken ship.
Hour after hour, the dazed mariners drifted helplessly upon the turbulent ocean. In time, the accumulated stress of their previous exertions, the hunger, grief and shock, became too much to bear for many unfortunate Dutchmen. Hallucinations and hysteria took hold of the crowded boat and some, including Glanius, completely lost a grip on reality.
The greater part of the survivors fell into a sorry delirium, and in this condition they became exceedingly troublesome to the rest. Some of them frantically searched for their chests to take out the clothing and linen they wanted, when of course all the chests had been left behind. Others were searching for a kitchen, to warm themselves.
The worst offender was a friend of Glanius' called William Bastians, who supposing that he was still on board the ship, demanded to know where the others carried him; and rowing a quite contrary course to the rest, cried out, 'Pray let me alone, I'll carry you where we should be, I see Hellevoutslus Castle; courage, we are at it!'
'A coxcomb!', cried another. This muddled statement sparked off much excitement amongst his more delirious colleagues.
'He sees a Castle, ay, we are at it as much as I am at Rome!'
'‘Tis a church,' said the dazed Carpenter, focusing his blurred vision upon the distant boat, 'a stately fabrick indeed, how it glistens against the sun!'
'What ails these fools', cried another, 'to take the mast of a ship for a church, and a castle. These poor wretches have lost their senses!'
Glanius laughed for some time at their extravagancies, but after a while he too (so he was told) fell into the same condition: 'O grievous', cried Glanius, 'they are making merry at the beer, yonder, and I may not be with ‘em!'
The Master, who sat nearest to Glanius, held him down - but he fiercely flung him away, and ran quickly into the water towards the jovial party that he presumed was in full swing on Ter Schelling. He was quickly dragged back into the boat, but neither the cold nor any appreciation of the danger he had escaped could make him come to his senses. Thoroughly soaked, he felt an extreme chill and made the ship's Master pull off his own clothes to wrap around his shivering body. Glanius then found a means to warm himself - or so he thought:
I took a Barrel for the kitchin [stove&91; and sat my self down by it to dry and warm me. This imaginary fire did me, perhaps, as much good as if it had been real; for methoughts I felt it mighty comfortable, so that I fell asleep, and waking, returned to my right senses.
The following morning they thought their prayers had been answered when they imagined they saw land with fat cows grazing on it, but upon drawing near they saw that it was nothing more than a sandy bank cast up by the violence of the sea. To top it all their boat began to slowly sink. The alert carpenter commented that everybody aboard had a considerable weight in money, which might serve instead as an anchor or counter-poise; that would stand them all in good stead in a contrary tide. Upon which every man freely parted with his money. They sewed the coinage into three pairs of trousers to make heavy sacks, which they used as a 'plummet'.
Glanius informs us: 'Both one and the other of these were so useful to us, that in no short time we found ourselves near land.' Afterwards all the money was redistributed, evenly, regardless of how much each had contributed, yet so glad were they to have dry land so near at hand that none complained. They were also mindful of the fact that many of the inhabitants of Bengal were Muslims, or at least they were ruled by Muslims, and decided to cast a large quantity of porkover the side lest it should cause offence on land. This was a decision they would too soon come to regret. When they hit the beach, not realising that they were on a deserted island, they left their boat at the disposal of the sea – another rash decision.
There was much rejoicing upon landing and they set off in order to find some of the country's inhabitants, but found neither man nor beast, not even a path to guide them. Some were so dismayed with the anti-climax that they called out at the top of their lungs, not imagining that there was nobody to hear them.
This latest misfortune finally unhinged their chaplain. That night, as they huddled around various fires the chaplain ranted and raved. 'What means this change at Batavia?' he demanded. There was nothing they could do to pacify this enraged and confused man of God, at some he threw his hat, at others his slippers and threatened to 'expatriate these slaves from off the face of Earth, that thus served him.'
At the break of day they began to talk of moving to a more comfortable site when one of their number cried out that he had been robbed of some money and that he would have them before a Justice of Peace! The noise he made so disturbed the poor Chaplain, that he rose up and cried, 'Murder, help, these slaves have taken arms!'
'Well,' said the accuser, 'though he be a fool, yet I am not one; for ‘tis too true, that of six bags of money I had, I have been robbed of three this night!'
Nobody knew whether the allegation was true: in truth, few cared. The party set off to find a better camping ground, leaving the emotionally disturbed chaplain behind; for nobody volunteered to take care of him. Upon walking further up the beach they encountered a carcass of a rotting tortoise and another of a sea-mammal they called a 'Bussle'. Somewhat further on they encountered a river and upon the far shore they sighted some 'Bengaloises'. They enthusiastically forded the river, and the stranded ‘Bengaloises’ ran towards the Europeans – both parties looking upon the other as potential rescuers.
This new set of people were merely eight emaciated Indians described as Negroes and were presumed to be runaway slaves. They threw themselves at the Dutchmen's feet, kissing them and lifting up their eyes to heaven. This ragged and forlorn group were definitely not who the Europeans wanted to meet, and without forethought or delay they crossed back to the other side of the river. They returned to the rotting tortoise, dragged it into a fire and in their desperation, feasted upon its putrid remains.
A new day brought further exploration: hours of fruitless rambling through tropical undergrowth produced the unpleasant realisation that they were on an island. This doleful discovery was not however their most pressing problem, the misfortune being superseded by their immediate needs of sustenance. The minds of each and every castaway were now directed by the pangs of their empty stomachs, they thought of nothing else but the deliverance of food.
The Chirurgion bethought himself, as he walkt along to taste the leaves of the trees: which having done, and finding 'em good, all the rest followed his example. We chewed 'em at first, a great while, before we swallowed ‘em; but at length found 'em so delicate, that we never tasted bread in our lives, that relisht half so well.
They also set their minds on catching some of the island's wild boars and deer which they had spied on their travels, but the animals had, as Glanius put it, 'good leggs, and ran too fast for us.' After grazing upon yet more leaves they had the good fortune to catch two big snakes which they enjoyed as much as succulent beef. Some days later:
We were a little comforted at the sight of some beans, which certain of our company found. Never was anything eaten with better appetite, nor found to be of a better taste: whereupon our hearts returned again, and having smoakt a pipe or 2 of the Leaves of trees, instead of tobacco, we exhorted one another to repose our selves under the divine providence. The joy at having made so good a meal, endured not long, for an hour after we had eaten them, we felt such pangs, as made us believe they were mortal. Our greatest pain was to fetch breath, for we seemed every moment at the point of death. Having lain in this condition near 3 hours, we breathed more freely and began to get up, but were so weak we could scarcely stand.
Another side effect of the poisonous 'beans' was that our castaways could no longer stand the taste of what had previously passed for food. 'Leaves which we heretofore found so good, but now could eat no longer of 'em. So great was our aversation [aversion&91; to 'em… Instead of these leaves, I tried often to eat grass, but found that worse, it being impossible for me to swallow it.'
Thirteen days after their arrival the ragged and starved survivors now ultimately lost all hope of rescue and decided to construct another boat. They grouped together, laboured hard and despite their enfeebled state and lack of tools, managed to construct a serviceable vessel large enough for five men. Those selected for its crew were provided with a provision of leaves and made to give assurances that they would return with help, after which they were pushed out to sea.
They had each of 'em an oar, but neither anchor, nor anything else to stop their boat on a contrary tide; yet they parted bigg with hope of an happy success, which we wished 'em in beseeching 'em to make a speedy return.
Unbeknown to the rest, two others sneaked out of the camp and ran to the top of the island where they beckoned the boat to return and slyly departed with the other five. 'As soon as they left us,' records Glanius, 'we betook ourselves to the woods, where searching for food in vain, we were constrained to content ourselves with the leaves of trees.'
To vary their diet they decided to eat the chaplain, as they were convinced that the poor deranged cleric would have dropped down dead somewhere: it being simply a matter of locating the body.It was even debated whether they should kill and eat one of the cabin boys, but common decency prevailed and it was decided that if they started murdering each other, there would be no end to the killing. Nevertheless, from this time forward nobody slept easily, each terrified of there being a conspiracy against him, and of having his throat cut in the night to be roasted over a fire the next morning.
A long time were we without finding anything; being exceeding faint and weak, when the carpenter brought us his cap full of snails. These little insects had neither horns nor shells, and we took 'em for snails, for want of a more proper name to give 'em. But without troubling ourselves much about their name, or quality, we caused the carpenter to bring us to the place where he found ‘em, and took all that remained. At our return, laying 'em down upon the ground, they appeared to us to be of a blewish colour; which made us believe they were venomous creatures, and that 'twas dangerous eating them. This was the opinion of some; but the greatest part, argued on the contrary, alleging that several beasts past for venomous, that were so only in opinion: Witness, the serpents we had eaten, whose venom is said to be sharp and dangerous, and yet did them no harm.
This reasoning prevailed. The blue slugs(or whatever they were) were cast into the cinders of their fire and washed down with salt water. An hour or two afterwards the inevitable happened and the carpenter fell ill, and not having previously used one of their number as a guinea pig, the rest forlornly sat around and waited for a similar fate. It is not recorded whether any of the Dutchmen attempted to induce themselves to vomit. Half an hour later all became effected in the same manner, and for two hours hence, they rolled around with excruciating pains in their bowels accompanied by a frightening shortness of breath. They recovered, but all complained of a sensation of physical discomfort afterwards. When the toxic effects wore off, they spent their convalescence in classic castaway pastimes, such as making crude and improvised tools and building a permanent bonfire to attract a passing ship.
The next morning it came in the Carpenter's head to go in quest of the Chaplain's corpse; and sought so narrowly, that he found in a bush one of the defunct's shoes and showing us it, cried out, 'courage my lads, I am not much mistaken if he be far hence, by what I have already found.' At this news we all ran like so many bloodhounds, prying in every corner for half a mile round; but to as little purpose as heretofore; after near two or three hours search, we returned so full of melancholy, and sorrow, that we were ready to burst. The miseries and vexations we suffered, made us so waspish, and fretful, that we could scarcely desist a minute from quarrelling; the rest earnestly wishing our jarrs might proceed to blows. And death it self, that they might feed on him that was slain.
Such disputes, especially about the division of food, started to fragment the group into smaller gangs who in time went their separate ways, but only their company changed: their waking lives still revolved around the all important quest for food. One of their number found a particularly good tree with succulent leaves which they roasted over the fire and made into chewy balls. The others implored him to show them the tree, to which he replied: 'God forbid – should I show it you, there being no more of that kind as I know of – you would not leave one leaf on it.' They tried following him when he went to feast on his tasty tree, but he was too cunning for his pursuers to keep track of and the harvesting site remained a mystery.
'We betook ourselves to the common remedy, which was patience,' records Glanius mournfully. He and his good friend were exhorting themselves to such forbearance, when they came upon the corpse of the sea mammal, now in an advanced state of putrefaction.
'What think you of it,' said Glanius, smiling.
'The scent is very strong, but do you believe the taste to be so bad?'
'As for my part,' continued Glanius, 'I am apt to think that had it passed over the fire, 'twould do us no hurt.'
At first his friend thought that he was not serious, but seeing that he was, he implored him not to contemplate such a thing. Reluctantly Glanius left the rotting flesh and bones and both ventured up to the isle’s furthest point to survey the horizon, where they 'entertained one another with consolatory discourses.'
At night, the disconsolate mariners would gather on the clear beach. The master of the ship was particularly keen on keeping the beacon ablaze, Glanius observed that this strong man would carry more wood at a time than four others, in order to keep it alight. Throughout these nights, in the midst of this crackling and raging bonfire and with no other shelter than the star studded sky, the sunburned, bearded men, after first having said heartfelt prayers, would settle down for a supper of leaves. It was their habit to eat late at night, in the hope that they would sleep somewhat better after having eaten.
One of the best amongst us at the search found the remains of two serpents, whom we eat upon soon after our arrival in the place. The entrails of those animals were become blew [blue&91;, and clammy, and so corrupted, that a man could not look upon them without horror. The least of these circumstances disgusted at first the most hunger starved amongst us: But this disgust did not hold long; for beholding one of the company eating thereof without hurt, or using any other precaution, than the laying them a while on coals; we ran to see whether he that came from making so good a repast, had taken all; and found an infinite number of maggots that covered what we sought for. We dispersed these Squadrons and found their pasture was blew like azure. Some said this colour was the mark of deadly poison, and therefore would choose rather to die of hunger rather than eat it. Another replied that they argued like fools, that knew not, that poison has no particular colour. That that which they saw was an impression of the air, which wrought different effects, according to the nature of those subjects it dealt with. But to say no more, continued he, how can poison which is mortal in it self, give life to so many animals, who have no other nourishment than what you see. Be ruled by me, says he, eat of it, and I’le answer for what shall happen…. We broyled this filth, which we found excellent.
Their gastronomic fortunes varied from day to day. Glanius happened upon some snails in a swamp, and this time found them edible and all were able to feast upon them for some days afterwards. He triumphantly showed these snails to the ship's master, andaccording to Glanius:
He demanded what we intended to do with that trash? We were so surprised to hear him speak thus we imagined that he had lost his senses. But he, taking no notice of our astonishment; 'come, come,' said he, 'my lads, I have that which is better for you.' Whereupon he shew'd us certain fish, which he gave us, bidding us eat 'em without inquiring whence they came.
Glanius and his companion fell upon the fish: 'Tis needless to say how excellent they thus were; and that without any other sauce, than that of a good stomach.' The ship's master revealed that he had built a trench on the edge of the water, when the sea withdrew after high tide the trench was full of water, and fish! They naturally presumed that by seeking more fish by the same means, it would always be attended by the same success. This sadly was not the case and after digging another twenty holes they found not one fish.
This misfortune reduced us again to our first distress, for having placed our desires on a more substantial meat than leaves, we could not return unto 'em, but with a most extreme regret. The small sustenance these yielded, made us seek something else, and with such care and diligence, that we found (my friend and I) a great toad, the sight of which rejoiced us. Hunger is a strange thing, it makes pleasant and agreeable the most horrid objects: As soon as we saw it we seized on’t; without the least scruple… This was excellent meat with us, nor was the eating of it attended by any ill accident, but t'was so little in quantity, that it tarried but a small time in our stomachs. Within a quarter of an hour after, hunger again overtook us; and finding no other remedy, but that of getting out of this doleful place, we resolved to gather as many dry trees as we could, and with them make a boat.
The ship's master, however, was against the idea and went to great lengths to dissuade them. 'He shew'd us the danger to which we were exposing ourselves, seeing we could not get land without sails, nor resist the tides without an anchor. We answered there could not be anything more dangerous to us than this island, wherein 'twas too probable we must die of hunger'.After such pleading, he could only consent to their efforts. 'We had not wrought above three or four hours on this design , when we began to find the work exceeded the strength of four or five skeletons, (such as we were).'
The two youngest and strongest men of the company stood in for those who literally dropped out and with their assistance, they managed to lash together a raft. After their strenuous efforts the men sat in the shade of a small tree and smoked dry leaves. In the interim, Glanius called to mind the rotting carcass on the beach. Some of the men had seen wild animals sniffing around it and gnawing upon it, he thought that he could possibly hide behind a nearby bush and pounce upon one of these. He waited for some time and when none appeared he resolved to have a piece of it himself, thinking that if such putrid meat was good enough for the local fauna it would be sufficient for his own sustenance. Glanius cut himself a large piece that he thought the least corrupted and returned to his companions.
They were curious to see him return with a slab of meat which 'scented so ill [yet&91; did not offend the sight'. They were even more surprised when he told them where it came from, for notwithstanding their extremely malnourished condition, none had wanted to go near the decomposing beast. Following his example, others ran off to get their share. Glanius found thatonce the fatty rotting flesh was placed over the fire, it quickly sizzled away into a gluey matter of no substance. He ran back to his companions, who by then had gathered around the malodorous wreck of a body, and advised them to cut only the lean and not the fat, whereupon they placed about forty pounds of it under some trees to dry, in the mistaken belief that this would somehow make it lose much of its malodour. After cooking it and distributing it equally, they managed to force it down. The meat, according to Glanius, 'smelt so strong, that some were sick with the scent of it', yet eat it they did, and: ‘‘twas not so bad as it smelt.' Being quite conscientious, they went in search of another group that included the Ship's Master, so as to share their stinking bounty.
They carried a good part of the meat to a rendezvous point, kept the rest concealed, then presented the decomposing flesh to them. They were about to tell the Ship's Master what it was when he stopped them in their tracks.
'Spare your pains', he said. 'The scent shows what 'tis, prey carry your present elsewhere.'
Glanius approached the disdainful Mariner to tell him that the meat was not half as inedible as he imagined, but he was again reprimanded, being told not to even approach any nearer, lest he'infect the very air he breathed' as his breath was reeking of the foul stuff.After this outburst, he told his companions to leave, but most did not follow his stern example and begged instead for pieces. The taste sharpened their appetites and they demanded the rest of the meat they carried, which they were again given. They then demanded any other rotten meat that the group were withholding, which they were refused.
This denial raised such a quarrel, as set us all in an uproar. To appease'em, we gave them part of that we kept for our selves, but this served only to inflame their desires; so that although 'twas night, they would needs go to the place where the carcass lay, to eat their bellies full. We desired 'em to consider that the night was dark, and, moreover, 'twas about this time, the crocodilesand kaimans, lay skulking at the shore. They yielded to this reason, but could not sleep, and we felt the effects of their greedy desires. Being forced to purchase our quiet at the cost of what remained. Having eaten all that was left, some of 'em betook themselves to rest; whilst others affirmed, hunger tormented 'em more now than before; there was one especially who cried out that the night seemed to him a year; that 'twas impossible for him to rest, believing (as he said) there was no torment comparable to hunger: yet he had eaten three pounds of this carrion; and some hours before night, half of a great fish found (gnawed) on the shore.
The pain the sailor complained of was probably as much due to the searing effects of food poisoning as hunger, yet Glanius adds: 'How bad and corrupt so ever the food was, we ate the day before, yet did it yield us that strength we never received from the leaves.' With energy recuperated, their thoughts returned to improving their boat, and to boiling, drying and roasting the rotting meat, which they now relished as if it were 'some rare dainty'!
With their boat finished and after anegative and pessimistic discourse from the Ship's Master, Glanius and friends were wished bon voyage. They were given permission to take with them a young man who spoke Portuguese, which had become lingua franca in 17thCentury Bengal.
As they were about to push off into the surf, one of their number stopped them with an offer to make an anchor, saying that all he needed for his design was two crooked and sturdy pieces of wood. Glanius had to remind him that such an anchor would float as there was not a single stone on all the island to act as a weight. His inventive colleague then suggested they place sand in shirt sleeves which would be sewn up into bags and fastened to the anchor '..and you'll see 'twill be as the same service as one of iron!'So good was the idea that the men postponed the embarkation to make this odd contraption, the rope for which was woven from 'ivy and the rind from young trees.'
The following day after much mutual embracing, Glanius and a few of his companions cast their raft into the surf. They made modest progress until the following day when a storm blew up, the weak rope of their wooden anchor snapped, their pathetic rations of leaves were washed away and the half-drowned group were lucky to make it back to the island. The forlorn party made a solitary camp on the beach where they encountered a black woman from the small group they had met when they first arrived. As soon as she saw the ragged and emaciated Europeans she threw herself at their feet. She had been beaten and bruised and from the signs she made it became apparent that her own people had done this to her. They invited her to be seated and observed that the poor creature was little more than skin and bones, much like themselves. The men had now arrived near to their physical and emotional breaking points, they tried to eat but could barely bring themselves to swallow the bitter leaves.
'In the mean time,' writes Glanius, 'hunger so extremely prevailed on us, that we became all of us like men desperate, staring one upon another, like persons that intended to devour each other. Others ran to and fro like mad men, crying out, ever and anon, they felt the pains of the damned.'
Whilst they raved, one of the most distempered amongst the group had an inspiration: 'But before, I tell you the contents thereof, you must acknowledge it to be one,' he declared. 'You must admire the strange effects of providence, God, who pities our miseries, does apparently provide a remedy against them, that we can no longer doubt. Our sins have all this while blinded our eyes and hindered us from finding the remedy He has sent!'
His friends were not impressed with the incomprehensible sermon: 'This man's discourses, whom we respected as senseless, did so weary us, that we could not forbear interrupting him and calling him a fool, to take his whimsies for divine revelations.'
Undaunted by heckling, his discourse continued: 'Do you see yonder poor woman? Think you chance has brought her hither? Jonas his whale, young Toby’s fish?'
'Pray,' cried one more impatient than the rest, 'what have we got to do with Jonas and Toby? These are digressions that are not to our purpose; we are an hungry, can you tell us, how we shall be satisfied?'
'Have I not told you? Do you believe this woman to be here only to warm herself? This indeed is her intention, but God has used this as a means to deliver her into our hands.'
One of their number, named Charles Dobbel, finally saw what he was getting at, and voiced his agreement with this dreadful logic. 'I will be fate's executioner,' he said with a grim determination and rose to his feet to commit the grisly crime. 'Having eaten all manner of filthiness let's try whether human flesh be not good, and make no scruple, seeing 'tis the intention of heaven, whose decrees must be obeyed.'
'Sit down a while and think a while on the consequences of his enterprise,' said Glanius had no intention of standing by whilst the woman was butchered if he could in any way oppose it.
'These kind of fancies are rather the suggestion of the Devil, than divine inspirations! This woman is of the same make as we, and if it is from a revelation, we undertake to eat her, it is one of the most wretched and leanest revelations I ever heard of. Pray observe, this woman is a mere skeleton, covered only with skin, which as you may perceive, has not the mine of any delicacy; but supposing 'twere otherwise, think you to stop here? No, without doubt you will desire still the same meat; and God knows what little security every man may promise to himself after this rate.'
His speech struck a positive cord within them. Out of shame they decided that eating the poor black woman was perhaps a bad option, instead they committed themselves to go in search of the rotting carcass at dawn, even though they knew it to be some three miles away and felt almost too weak to walk the distance.
After having arrived back at the spot the next morning, despite being scarcely able to approach the carcass because of the stench, they managed to slice off a few slices and cook them over a fire, and resolved to butcher the remainder of the carcass after their meal. They had just settled down to eat when they saw the Master’s company emerge from the woods. These also set about carving up the malodorous meat. Glanius and his companions watched them do this for about an hour. When they did eventually draw near, they found that only the bones remained.
Whereupon our eyes ran down with tears, saying to one another, we deserved to dye with hunger, for having staid so long time without hindering them!
''Tis too late, to expect any flesh seeing they have left none,' cried Charles Dobbel, the group's hothead. 'Still there remains part of the hide, let's try to get that either by fair means of foul.'
His companions caught up with the departing gang and asked them to be contented with what they previously had, and leave them the rest.
'Hah!' cried one amongst them in a deriding tone, 'these gentlemen are very civil in their demands; we have taken the rotting flesh, and they would have the skin, that is sound, and consequently the best part. Do you imagine, said he to us, we have taken all these pains for you? 'Tis true I do not desire you should want, but we will serve ourselves first, and if we must perish here in this dolesome confinement, I'll use my utmost endeavours to die the last.'
This prating fellow's discourse engaged us, especially Charles Dobbel, who would needs come to blows, but I shew'd him, passion ought ever to be esteemed a bad counsellor, and that 'twere better to be angry as late as we could. I told them, then, that our request was neither unjust, nor ridiculous; that we were all companions in the same fortune; and that they ought to consider, we were going to hazard our lives, as well upon their account, as our own.
Charles Dobbel- in no mood for such niceties - yelled to his team, 'Comrades, let us fall to work as well as they! We need not their leave!'
This time it was Dobbel’s logic that prevailed. The group drew their knives upon the Master’s company, who were outnumbered and seemed surprised by this unexpected turn of events, notwithstanding their stupefaction, one of their number pulled out a knife and another raised a hatchet.
'I'll cleave the skull of anybody that comes near me!' cried their adversary waving his hatchet menacingly in the air in the manner of a desperate soul that meant business.
Glanius, ever the mediator (by his account) tried to restore calm. 'If you are wise you will hearken to reason and not be thus transported with passion!'
'What reason can a man expect from persons that have none? You would have us give away our right, can we do less than defend our own?'
Through further discussion, a fight was averted, and the two sides split the carrion fairly between them. The animosity between the two groups was interrupted, as soon afterwards they borrowed the Master’s hatchet to shape a new anchor, ready for their second attempt to get off the island.
But the peace was but a respite. Enmity between the parties started anew when the two men that had borrowed the axe from the other camp, reported to their friends that they had seen the Master’s fine clothing hanging out to dry, the putrid meat neatly laid out in the sun, and not to mention the axe from the angry sailor who 'vowed he'd cleave the skull of them that dared come near him' - which was also there for the taking.
Whilst their rivals soundly slept on the sand, Glanius and his friend tiptoed into the camp. With nothing more than the moon, the embers of a dyeing fire and the tenuous phosphorescence of the waves to cast light on the scene, they swiftly entered and stole whatever took their fancy. Then, leaving the sounds of snoring and the soft rhythmic undulation of the sea behind them, they disappeared back into the undergrowth.
True to character, Glanius repented and was set to skulk back to the Master and confess his crime. Dobbel, notwithstanding this newfound moral rectitude, warned him against returning, for if they had seen him in their midst at such a late hour, they would have probably killed him first and asked questions later.
Glanius took good note of Dobbel’s curt advice. Together they swam the little river with the looted booty on their backs and returned to their small camp, where a few other famished and weak men had waited their return. These gratefully ate the share of the meat, although one of them proved reluctant to divide the food up equally with his ravenous comrades. 'We could not without a just resentment, hear the complaint of these hunger-starved wretches; and sharply rebuked him they complained against, telling him he deserved the same measure, but we were more tender hearted.'
They guessed that their raid would stir up a hornet's nest and worried about some form of violent retribution from their more numerous colleagues. The group agreed to take turns watching the camp, both by day and by night, and made a solemn oath that if the Master’s company attacked, they would all stand and protect one another to the last.
We demanded afterwards, what became of the woman we left in their keeping, and were informed, that soon after our departure, she slipt away so cunningly, that we could never after set sight on her. We would willingly have found her, fully intending then to eat her, although so little toothsome.
When the Master’s crew awoke to find that their meagre provisions had been stolen, they became exceedingly troubled but did not go off in search of Glanius and his companions, perhaps in the mistaken belief that the crime had been perpetrated by the runaway Negroes.
In the midst of their affliction they instantly besought God to deliver them from their misery. Each one, afterwards, betaking himself to leaves but with extreme sorrow, to find themselves reduced to such insipid food.
As was their custom, towards the evening the Master's gang sat around mournfully reflecting upon their sad plight and their helplessness. It was during one such pessimistic debate that they sighted some fishermen out to sea. As soon as they were spotted, one of the sailors broke off a large branch from a tree and fastened it to it a piece of linen, which he waved frantically in the air like a flag.
The fishermen drew near, to within a stone's throw of the shore. After some initial hesitation they came nearer still and shouting in the Portugueselanguage they demanded to know what they were. They answered in the same tongue and being fully satisfied they came onto the beach. They were well armed with darts, javelins, bows and arrows. Although the Dutchwere obviously in a poor and wretched state, the suspicious fishermen demanded that they lay down their weapons before them. The Dutchmen only had knives, but did as they were told. The Bengalisasked them how many Europeans were present on the island, the Master, not wishing to scare them with an honest answer, claimed that there were seven, being the exact number then gathered at that spot.
The small group was overcome with a wave of pure joy, they screamed and hollered in exclamation of their delight. Their companions who were off hunting in the bush, perceived their gleeful cries to be an indication that their friends on the beach had speared or injured some wild beast and that their assistance was immediately required to help catch it and finish it off. They at once bounded onto the beach, screaming and waving their cudgels and knives.
The fishermen thought it was an ambush and immediately let fly a volley of arrows at these assailants - which missed. The confused Dutchmen who had just come crashing out of the bush, perceiving that they and their companions were under attack, charged the fishermen who discharged another inaccurate shower of arrows.
Before a murderous skirmish got under way between rescuers and castaways, order was restored by several of the Dutchmen who pleaded for calm and ordered their disorderly comrades to throw down their weapons.
After this misunderstanding it transpired that one of the fishermen also spoke a little Dutch, and told them that their needs were apparent and that they would be supplied but demanded they deliver up all their staves and knives, which was done without the least hesitation. The fisherman then demanded money for food and passage, which again was handed over without dispute.
For two days they made ready their departure and with vigorous rowing they quickly made the port, whereupon they were conducted to the governor. The fisherman fell to the ground before him and he angrily ordered them to return their payment. The Master and his company would not hear of such a thing and replied that they were most welcome to the money, but merely requested that a boat should be sent to pick up their comrades still on the island, to this effect the governor dispatched two.
Some time later they were brought word that the governor's women had a desire to see some of the young Dutchmen. A number of them where then escorted to the female quarters by a eunuch. These women flocked about them, squeezing their pink noses and pinching their rosy cheeks. Some went so far as to unbutton their shirts to stroke their hairy chests with 'languishing looks'. The young men were in no hurry to leave this agreeable place and would have remained there some hours were it not for the stern eunuch, who made it abundantly clear that it was time to leave.
The governor continued to show great kindness. He changed the DutchCrowns into local currency (described as small shells[1&91;) and ordered that they be accompanied to the marketplace, to make sure that they were not cheated whilst purchasing provisions.
The rest of the day was spent 'making merry' and celebrating their rescue. Towards evening, one of the Dutch, described as the book-keeper, chanced to look out of a doorway and was struck with a stone and quite badly hurt. Once the governor got wind of the incident, the culprit was found and arrested, it being revealed to be one of his own servants.
The offender had an arrow thrust through his nostrils. A drum was tied behind his shoulders and he was led to the lodgings of the injured book-keeper, where he was subjected to a severe whipping and condemned to perpetual banishment.
All these events were completely unknown to Glanius and his friends, who in the meantime had taken to organising a night watch to principally guard against those who were no longer on the island. Whilst the other seven slept, one would stay alert, anxiously scanning the line of trees.
Scarce had we rested two hours, but our sentinel spied a Negro stealing softly towards him, with a thick cudgel. As soon as he came within the reach of his oar, he broke it on his head, and the wretch fell down as dead. The disturbance awakened us; and informed of the matter, we pursued the other Negroes, who seeing their companion fall, fled into the thickest of the wood. As soon as they perceived we follow’d’em, they set out such a cry in flying, as would have made a man judge it to be twenty persons, although they were but seven or eight. After fruitless pursuit of them, we return’d to the place where their companion fell, whom we supposed to lye dead on the place, but this wretch made shift to escape, and that with such haste, that he left his stick behind him.
After this skirmish they conferred together, and seemed to be in no doubt that the womanhad informed the others as to their whereabouts and subsequently returned without knowing that the other Dutchmen had rejoined the smaller group.
The following morning they decided it was high time to leave, they made another rope and anchor and agreed amongst themselves that the boat was too small to carry eight. After many debates they resolved that six of them, including Glanius, should set sail whereas the remaining two should await rescue and retain the putrid supplies as their sorry compensation. Glanius does not record this as being a petulant moment, although under the circumstances it must have been, as the vulnerable pair would have been exposed to the nocturnal assaults of the desperate Negroes,
who lurked somewhere in the interior, not to mention the prospect of starving to death if a rescue did not materialise.
The two disconsolate Dutchmen skulked off to seek forgiveness and protection from the Master’s company, perhaps having a mind to blame the Negroes from the bush for the late night thievery. They left Glanius, Dobbel and the other four sitting around a fire, contemplating their impending departure. After about an hour, Glanius tells us that they heard such 'reiterated screeks, and cries,' that it made their hearts ‘tremble’.
Notwithstanding our fear, yet would we answer, and immediately spied the two young men returning, we lately dismist. They were so dismayed, that they quaked still in telling us they found neither the Master nor any of his company: That they not only sought 'em, where they were wont to pass over the night, but, moreover, in several other places, and that questionless, some vessel, in passing by, had received them on board.
Glanius and the others thought that this was simply a ruse to buy their sympathy, so as to get a place upon their tiny overcrowded boat.
We questioned ’em, therefore, apart, and found their answer to be exactly the same. Which made us resolve to tarry till next morning, and go ourselves to the place and not leave the island till we were further satisfied.
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The shock was so fierce that for a short while each was under the impression that all the others had been knocked senseless and drowned. Charles Dobbel’s head popped up from the waves; he spat out a mouthful of salt water andin forlorn desperation cried out to his lost friends. His fears were promptly allayed when he turned to see Glanius safely perched on the boat, which was (remarkably) still intact. Dobbel and others were hauled on deck. The remainder were presumably plucked from the offending tree.
''Twas extreme cold,' says Glanius, referring more to his soaked and shivering friends than to himself and they were still nowhere near the Master’s former camp. Upon setting out again, they struggled with some contrary currents, to which effect two of their number jumped into water, and taking what was left of the rope, swam and towed the boat to shore: an extremely tiring task for half starved men. When they hit land, Charles Dobbeland one other, went off to fetch dry firewood and some burning embers from their previous fire so they could warm themselves anew.
The foraging party quickly managed to lose their way. Beneath the prevailing gloom of the tree canopies they wandered blindly into briars and thorns. At length and with bleeding legs and feet, they happened upon the glowing remains of their previous fire. Holding their smoking prize aloft they headed back into the undergrowth, but this time attempted to skirt the thorny patches. Now they stumbled into marshland and ditches full of water, which extinguished the smouldering embers and forced them to fetch more. In a third attempt to find a better route, they took an even worse direction and staggered over more such obstacles.
Their feet ran down with blood, and their bodies were bruised and battered; which, together with their other sad circumstances, rendered them so disconsolate, as 'tis impossible to express. We comforted 'em the best we could. In tarrying for them, we entertained one another with the misfortunes that oppressed us, and the little likelihood of a deliverance from them, all things continually crossing, and forcing us to tarry in a desolate and barbarous island, where it seemed heaven had cast us, to make us undergo the punishments due to our offences. From these discourses we fell into a melancholy fit of silence, and verily believe we had pined away, had not our companions returned soon after. The fire they brought did us as much good in dispersing the darkness, whose horror also contributed to afflict us, as in driving away the cold that was extreme sharp upon us.
The next morning they arrived at the Master’s deserted camp, to find that hardly anything had been left behind, aside from a few scraps of food, deliberately left for their companions: 'By these tokens we knew they were gone, and began to hope they would remember us.'
The two previously abandoned Dutchmen then confessed that they had found a human body nearby 'which one of 'em, moved only by curiosity (as he said) had uncovered [from&91; a grave; but the sequel shew'd he had another design.'
They gathered at the spot where the body had been dug up 'out of curiosity'. The exposed corpse, in the early stages of decomposition, was already in the process of being consumed by maggots.
'The condition of these insects is better than mine!' cried one of them. 'I am perishing with hunger whilst they feast. I have a great mind to deprive these animals of their prey.' He then drew his blade and went to cut off a chunk of flesh. 'There is no other means to avoid death, no man can justly blame me!'
He would have greedily slobbered the raw human meat down his skinny throat had not one of his companions seized hold of him and reminded him of the enormity of such a crime:- 'He had much difficulty to dissuade him from it, but at length prevailed, and both of 'em let down together the corps[e&91; into the grave, and hastened from the place, lest hunger should get the better of 'em, close with the temptation.'[1&91;
The next discussion was whether they should remain upon the island to await rescue or whether they should row towards the horizon at the first opportunity. There were those amongst them who professed that the Master’s crew would send help and that they were in danger of losing another
anchor. Opinion was so divided that it was agreed to refer the matter to the oldest amongst them, who told them that a longer stay in 'this fatal place' would destroy them and estimated that after three or four days they would be too weak to handle a boat.
This wise council settled the argument and when the tide was deemed right they pushed off from the shore. They found that it was plain sailing and soon lost sight of the island, passing by several others that were equally bereft of human habitation. They were elated when in the space of a few short hours they caught sight of land, which was no sooner discovered, than the tide turned against them, sweeping the boat away from the coastline. They dropped their new anchor upon which all their hopes lay, for if a stiff wind had blown, the rope would have surely snapped and they would have been lost again. The anchor, however, seemed to be holding steady and at last buoyed by some optimism, they gulped down most of the remaining insipid rations.
Having no compass; the sun and stars served us for guide, and by their means, distinguished whereabouts we lay. The next morning, the wind and tide being for us, from morning to night, we drew very near to the shore, but could not land. We were forced then to cast anchor, and pass over another night in great distress and fear; the currents running very swift.
In time, they did reach the shore. The landscape and vegetation appearing little different from that of the island and with no obvious route to follow, they left their boat at anchor and meandered for some miles until they hit a river, which they followed a little way inland. For three hours, they met no living soul, finding the party could barely walk a full minute without resting.
They were pleased to see some trees with branches freshly lopped off - a sure sign of human activity. At that point, they came across a boat on the riverbank attended by group of Bengaliswho were apparently its crew. The dumbfounded Bengalis, noticing the group of tormented and forlorn Europeans staring at them from the riverbank, stopped their work and came running towards them. Keenly sensing their disadvantage and vulnerability, the ragged Dutchmen were not overjoyed to see this over-excited mob bounding in their direction.
'This facility troubled us, for we could not imagine, beholding 'em coming without being called, but that they meant us harm.' Their fears were heightened when they saw the Bengaliswere six in number, each brandishing a long knife. As soon as they had drawn near enough to perceive that the Dutchmen were in neither condition nor mood to hurt them, Glanius stepped forward attempted to communicate their needs by showing them his thin bony arms, and by holding aloft the small remnant of rotting skin which Glanius notes, although small in quantity, would have been enough to poison the least delicate amongst them.
Therefore these people (howsoever gross and brutish) drew back six or seven paces, stopping their noses, and threatening us with their knives. Whereupon we comprehended, they suspected us to be treacherous and faithless persons.
They hastened to show them leaves gathered on the island, endeavouring to make them comprehend with an exuberance of improvised sign language that these had been their food. The truth slowly dawned on the Bengalis, whereupon they were moved with compassion, and smote their breasts'with eyes lift up to heaven'.
Being satisfied of our sincerity, we signified to 'em (as well as we could) the need we had of them, to bring us to the next village. They readily offered us their assistance, provided we paid them. I could not but ruminate in my mind upon this occasion; how unkind and selfish, most men are; and how little like their Creator, the Giver of all things. These barbarians saw that we were in a manner naked, being only tied about with some tatter’d raggs; mere anatomies, and shadows. And, moreover, pitied by 'em, as being strangers, in a forlorn condition, and destitute of all succour. Yet without money, we plainly perceived, this main land, would be no better to us than the wretched island, wherein we so long suffer'd.
They negotiated a price for the journey - upon which the Dutchmen climbed into the boat. No sooner had they departed than it was made clear that they were in need of food, for which they were again charged a Crown (a valuable coin) and were given but a handful of boiled rice. They struggled amongst themselves for this insubstantial meal - each wanting to consume the biggest part. The Bengalis, being none too amused with the commotion on their delicate craft, snatched back the rice, divided it equally and gave each of them his fair share. After further strife with the Negro Bengaloises during which they repeatedly stopped rowing in order to demand more money,another two boats pulled up alongside to inspect the strange human cargo.
Soon afterwards, the various crews fell into a fervent discussion and from their various glances towards the Dutchmen, it was deduced that they were the central topic of the debate.
The conversation became so heated that the boats were landed back on to the shore, to settle the dispute. The Bengalisthen alighted and chattered excitedly, openly counting the coins, which the castaways had given them.
One of the Dutchmen, being impatient and with a parched throat, left the boat to ask for some fresh water. He was at once grabbed roughly by the arm and manhandled back into the vessel. This impolite treatment convinced Glanius that they were all about to have their throats cut, but such was their beleaguered and shattered state, that they could do nothing but sit and wait for their violent end.
The Bengalis, apparently resolving matters amongst themselves, at last cast the boat out to sea again. For another coin the group were allowed to quench their growing thirst with a pot full of water. They gulped this down appreciatively as the water on the island had been brackish. The Bengalis then informed them that twenty of their companions were in the next village, for this excellent news they happily tossed them another Crown.
Upon arrival, they were at once conveyed to the governor. The boatmen threw themselves down at his feet and he once more bade them to return all the money. Glanius and his friends wereoverjoyed by their safe arrival and no longer considered the journey's high expense of any importance and gave him to understand that his men had fairly earned it and that they would not deprive them of their salary.
They were then escorted to their colleagues. Glanius recalls, they each 'endeavoured to out-vy one another in welcoming us.' They were treated to feasts of succulent meat and honey, which even Glanius conceded was dangerous for men who had fasted for so long. Notwithstanding this feast, there was to be no swift satisfaction of their hunger. He records: 'That which was most strange was that although we ate much, and often, yet were still as hungry as before.'
It was here that they learnt of the adventures of the Master’s company and of the seven men that had first departed the island. Out of all of them, the first to depart had suffered the most. For the want of an anchor, they had mostly been at the mercy of the changing tides which after five days cast them upon a colossal bank of sand, a strip of land which made the former island seem
bountiful in its provision. All that was to be found upon it was 'moss' and animal dung.[1&91; After three days of suffering on this featureless abode, they felt their strength and energy drain away. Their bones ached and their veins felt as if they conveyed icy water rather than blood. The shadow of death hung over them. In some, the light of madness, born of desperation, shone in their jaded eyes - deeply set in gaunt and bearded skull faces. They could hardly stand, let alone row a boat.
One of the most deranged amongst them, suggested that they should eat one of their companions. An idea not commonly shared by the whole group and was especially detested by one named Adrian Raas, who upbraided them severely, crying, 'if you continue with this pernicious design, you thereby render yourself an enemy to man and God!'
'Necessity knows no law,' scoffed the offender who soon afterwards consulted with four of his colleagues and plotted to murder and eat two members of the group. Adrian Raas, well assured of their evil intent, went to inform the intended victims that their lives were in dire peril. After having delivered the shocking news, the pair suffered something like a nervous breakdown. Tears ran down their faces as they pulled at their hair, clawed at the sand and cried to God for forgiveness and deliverance. Quite moved by their plight, Adrian Raas promised to help them hide, by some means - not an easy task on a featureless hump of sand! Towards dusk, he assisted them in digging two holes in an unseen and quiet spot, to conceal themselves in.
The holes must have been well excavated, for the main group was unable to find the fugitives. In their frustration and disappointment, their attentions were drawn to another man: quite a plump individual (considering the circumstances) who looked like another good candidate for a banquet.
The corpulent man, suspecting their designs upon him, became extremely watchful and took to flattering his cannibalistic colleagues and courting their favour. He assured them that some boats would be along 'very soon' and furthermore claimed to be able to speak the language of the country, which he said he had learnt whilst serving as a soldier in India some years before.
This wheedle took effect; and they thought it behooved 'em to preserve him, for his ability in that kind. Adrian Raas helpt to carry on the story, although he knew 'twas false; affirming, a man of his arts, was better than a treasure in a strange country. One of the most hunger-starved, seeing nothing done, and all his contrivances rendered ineffectual: well said he, is this the fruit of all our projects? Will nobody dye? Adrian Raas seeing his remonstrances would do no good, proposed to 'em the drawing of lots; by which means, that person whom heaven judged worthy of death, should have it. But his proposal was rejected.
Two of their number, fearing that only death awaited them on this barren isle, offered to leave in search of rescue. Although they had no means of constructing any other boat, the idea was generally liked by all. They even gave their two companions most of their money, so that they might have more success if they ever reached the mainland.
They set off, and found to their utter amazement that in no time at all they reached a Bengali village. The curious villagers rushed out to meet the Dutchmen who found it impossible to communicate to them that they had other companions who were in need of rescue, nonetheless, their personal needs were apparent. They were clothed, well fed and shipped off hundreds of miles away to be presented before the local ruler. The extent of their distress (or lack of it) when faced with not being able to send a boat for their comrades, has not been recorded.
Whilst those who went in search of rescue were being pampered and comforted, their companions still languished and starved on the exposed sandbank. They somehow managed to cling onto life for another eight days when at length they saw a group of passing fishermen, who they frantically waved at, beckoning them to shore.
They urged the corpulent man, who professed a fluent knowledge of Bengali, to do his bit: to tell these fishermen about their awful predicament. Keeping up the ruse, he shouted 'pai, pai!' and other gibberish which he thought might sound like an Indian language. The fisherman gaped at the Dutchman, their faces revealing a profound incomprehension. They shook their heads, and shrugged their shoulders, not being able to make head nor tail of the strange language.
He looked at his colleagues, who were as dumbfounded as the fishermen. Andrew Raas guiltily averted his gaze, as he had assured the others that their would-be interpreter had quite a way with words with the old Indians.
He then conceded there was no longer any point in continuing with this charade and confessed that his fluent Bengali was merely an unintelligible babble: the product ofhis own fertile and desperate imagination.
…whereupon the rest repented they had not eaten him. After a thousand reproaches, and invectives against him, for his abusing them; at length they made a shift by signs to make 'emselves understood; and the fishermen, in approaching them, required ‘em to lay down their knives, before they come on board: where they had no sooner been, but they fell immediately to fighting, who should have a dead fish, which they saw lying in the boat, and in this bustle, dropt a bagg of money; which being taken notice of by the fishermen, they immediately seized upon their wretched passengers; and having spoiled them of all, turned them out again, in the same place where they took them in.
The final disappointment of being robbed and thrown out of their long awaited rescue boat was too much to bear. The emaciated castaways did not have the energy to even contemplate cannibalism nor any other devise to ensure their survival. They had suffered what they took to be fate's final hand. Exhausted and demoralised, they collapsed on the sand and lay like lifeless corpses, waiting for death to take them from that miserable place.
Having lain upon the sand for twenty-four hours, another vessel passed by. Its crew yelled to the horizontal Dutchmen and beckoned them aboard. The skeletal castaways raised themselves up and staggered like a gang of zombies into the waiting boat. As if in the grips of a marvellous dream - they were given a pot of honey which tasted like a piece of heaven. This time they knew better than to riot.
The fishermen were in no hurry to leave, and loitered in the area, fixing their nets and such like. The Dutchmen, fearing their fortunes would take another turn for the worst, discretely poured the remaining honey in their hats. Their fears, however, were unfounded, for in the morning they were taken to shore and within a short while were sent to the governor, who received them with the usual kindness and made sure they wanted for nothing. After five days convalescence, he advised them to make haste to the nearest Dutch commercial settlement, to notify them of the wreck. And thus they were rescued.
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]]>As we all know, King John was not a good king. He probably murdered his nephew Arthur and he would often “tamper with” the wives and daughters of some of his barons – “too covetous of pretty women” as one contemporary writer put it, but we shouldn’t write-up the barons of Runnymede as great heroes. Many of them were very materially driven as they resented having to give so much money to King John. Also, it’s widely forgotten that the Magna Carta sparked a massive civil war and a French conquest of England. The Magna Carta itself was only in force for 9 weeks, because King John reneged on the deal. The enraged barons then invited King Louis of France to be the king of England and the French occupied most of England for 18 months, including the city of London.
Louis was everything John wasn’t: he was a chivalric prince, loyal to his wife and set very high standards of conduct. As for King John, after a few defeats, he died in a great storm howling around Newark castle on the night of October 17/18 1216. His heir was a nine year old boy (Henry III). The hopes of an independent England, along with John’s dynasty, seemed lost, but then William Marshal (the Earl of Pembroke) stepped in, claiming that even if the whole world were to forsake the boy – he would not. By this time virtually everybody else had gone over to Louis. William Marshal raised an army and against all odds, defeated the French and many of the Magna Carta barons at Lincoln. After this surprise defeat, all the French troops in England withdrew to London.
A shocked Louis sent over to France for reinforcements. This French relieving force was brought over by a notorious cross-dressing pirate admiral called Eustace the Monk (no I’m not making this up). Eustace’s armada was met by the English navy in the channel and soundly defeated - so Louis was now stuck in London without supplies, reinforcements or money (all of these went down with the French fleet). Thus he was forced to come to terms with William Marshal. Ironically, William Marshal saved the Magna Carta by defeating its authors! If Louis had won, it is very unclear whether he would have confirmed Magna Carta or whether he would have been asked to. Louis was of good character, so it’s doubtful they would have forced the Magna Carta upon him as there would have been no need to do so (under his benign rule).
Had not John died at that vital moment, and had not William Marshal stepped up to the challenge of defending the vulnerable boy king, the Magna Carta would probably by now be a long forgotten document. It was also Marshal who later took the decision to issue a new charter on behalf of the new king: THE CHARTER OF LIBERTIES (which was the Magna Carta minus one clause). Moreover, it was William Marshal’s largely forgotten CHARTER OF THE FOREST (sealed by the young Henry III) which granted far greater freedoms to the ordinary people of Medieval England than the Magna Carta ever did. The Charter provided a right of common access to (royal) private lands, which meant that ordinary people were granted the right to graze their animals, collect firewood and to even hunt small game on vast areas of the country which had been off-limits to the common people. The Charter was the statute that remained longest in force in England (from 1217 to 1971), being finally superseded by the Wild Creatures and Forest Laws Act 1971.
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Within the time of men who still live, the Black Hole was torn down and thrown away as carelessly as if its bricks were common clay, not ingots of historic gold. There is no accounting for human beings.
Mark Twain
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The Siege
In the mid 18th Century, Bengal was ruled by the firm hand of a ruthless and cunning leader: Ali VardiKhan. Once, when troubled by various Maratha incursions into his territory, he invited their commander Bhaskar Pandit to peace talks, which Ali VardiKhan and all his leading commanders duly attended.
A productive dialogue ensued and negotiations were going well - until that is, a mob of Bengali soldiers sprang from behind the curtains, hacking, stabbing, slashing and chopping their way through the high ranking peace delegation- leaving nothing but a messy pile of noble corpses in the summit room. A contemporary historian remarked bitterly: ‘The annals of Indostan scarcely afford an example of such treacherous atrocity, and none of which persons of such distinction were the actors.’
Ali VardiKhan was certainly not a man not to be crossed, although he harboured a curios affection for his debauched grandson (who was also his grand nephew), Mirza Mahmood, a tyrant (or hero) known to history by his title of Sirajud Dowla[1&91; (Lamp of the State).
Mirza had at one time become impatient to succeed his grandfather. To rectify this apparent injustice he turned to open rebellion and besieged Patnain Bihar. His co-conspirators were quickly killed off in the struggle and with characteristic lack of determination, Sirajquickly surrendered. Ali VardiKhan unequivocally forgave his errant grandson and in 1753 he officially made him the successor to the throne, creating no small amount of division in the family and the royal court. In 1778, Robert Orme wrote of this relationship:
Mirza Mahmud [Siraj&91;, a youth of seventeen years, had discovered the most vicious propensities, at an age when only follies are expected from princes. But the great affection which Allaverdy [Ali Vardi&91; had borne to the father was transferred to this son, whom he had for some years bred in his own palace; where instead of correcting the evil dispositions of his nature, he suffered them to increase by overweening indulgence: born without compassion, it was one of the amusements of Mirza Mahmud's childhood to torture birds and animals; and, taught by his minions to regard himself as of a superior order of being, his natural cruelty, hardened by habit, rendered him as insensible to the sufferings of his own species as of the brute creation [animals&91;: in conception he was not slow, but absurd; obstinate, sullen, and impatient of contradiction; but notwithstanding this insolent contempt of mankind, innate cowardice, the confusion of his ideas rendered him suspicious of all those who approached him, excepting his favourites, who were buffoons and profligate men, raised from menial servants to be his companions: with these he lived in every kind of intemperance and debauchery, and more especially in drinking spiritous liquors to an excess, which inflamed his passions and impaired the little understanding with which he was born. He had, however, cunning enough to carry himself with much demureness in the presence of Allaverdy, whom no one ventured to inform of his real character; for in despotic states the sovereign is always the last to hear what it concerns him most to know.[2&91;
Although conveniently proclaimed as a freedom fighter in modern India, historians of the period, both British, Frenchand Indian, tell us that Sirajwas nothing but an opportunistic degenerate braggart.
Two contemporary Muslimhistorians speak of him. Ghulam Husain Salim, author of Riyaz-us-Salatin, wrote:
Owing to Sirajud Dowla’s harshness of temper and indulgence, fear and terror had settled on the hearts of everyone to such an extent that no one among his generals of the army or the noblemen of the city was free from anxiety. Amongst his officers, whoever went to wait on Sirajud Dowla despaired of life and honour, and whoever returned without being disgraced and ill-treated offered thanks to God. Sirajud Dowla treated all the noblemen and generals of Mahabat Jang [Ali VardiKhan&91; with ridicule and drollery, and bestowed on each some contemptuous nickname that ill-suited any of them. And whatever harsh expressions and abusive epithet came to his lips, Sirajud Dowla uttered them unhesitatingly in the face of everyone, and no one had the boldness to breath freely in his presence.
Another great Muslimhistorian of the period, Ghulam Husain Tabatabaihad this to say about him:
Making no distinction between vice and virtue, he carried defilement wherever he went, and, like a man alienated in his mind, he made the house of men and women of distinction the scenes of his depravity, without minding either rank or station. In a little time he became detested as Pharaoh, and people on meeting him by chance used to say, ‘God save us from him!'
A Frenchman and ally in his court, by the name of Law, gives the following insightful account of this Bengali Caligula:
He was often seen, in the season when the river overflows, causing ferry boats to be upset or sunk, in order to have the cruel pleasure of seeing the confusion of a hundred people at a time, men, women, of whom many were sure to perish.
When Sirajwas not busy sinking ferry boats and hounding his nobles, his other pleasures included cutting open the bellies of women in advance stages of pregnancy to observe how the squirming child lay in the womb and kidnapping beautiful Hindu maidens who were accustomed to bathe on the banks of the river Ganges. This he would do with the aid of spies, who were paid to inform him of the whereabouts of the prettiest females. Even before he attained the throne, the British were weary of him, refusing him entry into their homes lest he break the furniture! Forget the patriotic Indian jingoism - Sirajwas a monster, a vicious base degenerate pervert.
Ali VardiKhan’s long life drew to a close at Murshidabadin April 1756. A few days before his death his death the old Nawab (ruler) is said to have solemnly told his heir, 'keep in view the power the European nations have in the country. Think not to weaken all three altogether. The power of the English is great. Reduce them first; the others will give you little trouble when you have reduced them. Suffer them not to have fortifications or soldiers.'
Ali VardiKhan’s dyeing wishes were at odds with his previously recorded views on Europeans. Perhaps bitter experience had hardened his attitude or the trauma of lying on his deathbed had somehow clouded his judgement.A Muslimhistorian asserted that Ali Vardihad at one time recognised the formidable greatness of England, especially its maritime capabilities. For example, upon hearing that one of his generals was advocating an attack on Calcutta, he is said to have replied, 'Look at yonder plain covered with grass should you set fire to it there would be no stopping its progress, and who is the man then who shall put out a fire that shall break forth at sea and from thence come out upon land? Beware of lending an ear to such proposals again, for they will produce nothing but evil.'
The truth is probably that in the last years of his life, Ali Vardimodified his views, and while quite aware ofthe advantages of Europeans trading in his province, desired that they should confine themselves to trading, and not import their Western quarrels into Bengal and become too militaristic; and he accordingly advised his successor to enforce this, knowing that Sirajwas going to be less artful at keeping them in check than he, but he probably did not intend it as an instantaneous call to arms.
Tempted by the vast wealth which rumour credited the English of having accumulated, Siraj, the new Nawab very soon found pretexts for quarrelling with the East India Company. They had lately refused to give up a fugitive who took refuge in Calcutta, whom he accused of absconding with revenue that had not been accounted for. The English had also quite stupidly neglected to send the customary congratulations and present to the new ruler. This gave rise to a suspicion that the English presumed to look with disapproval upon Siraj’s elevation, and were disposed to favour some of the other aspirant.
It so happened that about this time the English were commencing to repair their fortifications at Calcutta in expectation of a fight with the French;[3&91; this news came to the ears of the Nawab just as he was setting up a large army to thrashhis cousin and rival, the Raja of Purnea.
He at once sent orders that the repairs should be discontinued. English protests from Calcutta reached him in Rajmehal. The Nawab was told that he had been misinformed about the English building a wall round the town, that they had not excavated any ditch[4&91; since the invasion of the Marathas, at which time such a work was executed at the request of the Indian inhabitants, and with the knowledge and approval of Ali Vardi.They added that in the last war between England and France, the French had taken the English settlement atMadras- contrary to the neutrality expected in the Mogul's dominions and that by preparing a line of guns along the river they were readying themselves for a similar act of Gallic aggression against Calcutta.One source states that the English offered to fill up the ditch with the heads of Muslims!
Whatever the reply, it was sufficiently irritating for him to put the Purnea expedition aside, and direct his army to Murshidabad, sending forward a large detachment of 3,000 to lay siege to the Company's modest fort at Kasimbazar, close to his capital.
Thisfort was a shambles, and as much a threat to the Nabob's power and authority as a girls' school. Orme notes that 'none of the cannon were above nine pounders, most were honey-combed, many of the carriages decayed, and the ammunition did not exceed 600 charges.' The garrison consisted of22 Europeans, mostly Dutchmen, and 20 Topasses[5&91; (Christian Indians, often with mixed Portuguese blood). The Company's chief officer at Kasimbazar, Mr. Watts, 'surrounded by menaces', signed a document of surrender (4th June).
The Nawab had ordered that all the warehouses were to be sealed up and guarded, but instead his unruly troops looted most of what they found. Their attentions were then drawn to the prisoners, who they taunted to such an extent that the chief of the small garrison, Ensign Elliot, shot himself through the head.
The easy and ample success of this first act of hostility, put the Nawab in a triumphant and happy mood.There seemed to be nothing to prevent him from driving the foreigners out of Calcutta and capturing and plundering their settlement, which was thought to be the most opulent city in the Empire even though, for the large part, it was nothing more than an assemblage of wretched huts, clustered around a dilapidated fort with but seventy houses occupied by Europeans.
Wishing to act with haste and decisive force before they could proceed further with their defences and before the season of the southwest monsoon was advanced enough to bring the British assistance by sea, he set out for Calcutta by a series of forced marches.Adding to their haste was the fear of daily-expected rains that would have brought misery to the rank and file, and greatly hampered progress.
The number of the forces constituting his army have been estimated at around30,000 on foot, 20,000 horse, 400 trained elephants, and 80 pieces of canon, some of them being light guns taken at Kasimbazar[6&91;. About 20,000 of his troops were adequately armed with muskets, matchlocks, and wall pieces, the rest with lances, swords, bows and arrows, etc. Fully 40,000 followers and bandits of all sorts are said to have attended the army to take part in the plunder of Calcutta. So strong was the confidence in the success of the expedition.
In seven days this host covered the distance between Murshidabadand Hugli. The immediate crossing of the river was effected from Chandernagorein an immense fleet of boats assembled there for that purpose.In this endeavour to oust the British from Bengal Sirajud Dowla demanded submission, and assistance from the Frenchand Dutchestablishments thereabouts, they pleaded, however, that theirs was merely a peaceful trading occupation, and appeased him with promises of money.[7&91;
Meanwhile, Calcutta waspreparing itselffor the approaching visitation. By the 1st of June they knew that Kasimbazarwas threatened, but not till the 7thdid authentic information reach them that it had fallen without striking a blow, and that an immediate descent upon the chief settlement had been proposed. 'When the Nawab’s intention of marching on Calcutta was known, it was felt time,' candidly writes the Adjutant-General, 'to enquire into the state of defence and the garrison, neglected for so many years, and the managers of it, lulled in so infatuate a security, that every rupee expended in military services was esteemed so much loss to the company.'
The Company's fort at Calcutta was built at the end of the 17th Century. When permission was obtained for enclosing it, it was fortified, optimistically called a fort and named after William III.This fortress, the object of Siraj's ire, had four bastions; the outer walls were tough but barely four feet thick and were about 18 feet high. The walkways behind the battlements, upon which the men stood,were merely the roofs of the chambers and warehouses below. Worse still, large windows were in several places opened through the walls for the ventilation of the rooms abutting them. There is no surer proof of the peaceable nature of the British in Bengal at this time than the condition of their principle stronghold.
This so-called fort was unprotected by any encompassing ditch or moat, and was actually overlooked by several nearby English houses. Other homes which lurked under its shadow, had attached gardens enclosed in sturdy walls making them ideal cover and mustering points for the attackers. Towering above the fort, and adjacent to it, stood Calcutta's church (built in 1715). Finally, the whole of the defensive work had been allowed to fall into such a state of bad repair, as to be quite unfit to resist any well-organised attack. The walls and terraces were so shaky that it was not thought prudent to allow cannon to sit upon them! The defensive fire was mainly restricted to that from the bastions and gate. The defences proved the most insubstantial on the south side, as there, for the purpose of providing increased accommodation, some warehouses called 'the new go-downs' had been built a few years before and were actually leaning against the south wall and obstructed flanking fire from two of the turrets. As small compensation, the roof of the new warehouse was made just about strong enough to carry a battery of light guns.
The garrison consisted of only 180 largely untrained men, only a third of whom were Europeans. They were under five officers; of these Captain Buchananwas the only one with campaign experience. To add to the fighting strength, the European and Armenian inhabitants were enrolled as militia; most of these had never handled firearms before. Indian employees of the Company were also enlisted in large numbers to defend Calcutta - and deserted at the earliest opportunity.
Ill adapted as the fort was for defence(it was in reality a lesser stronghold than at Kasimbazar) it was still the best hope of holding out till an escape could be effected by the river, and it was the only hope for concentrating the garrison. The Europeans got to work demolishing as many of the adjacent houses as possible. Unfortunately, the Fort was still pronounced incapable of stopping a determined enemy by the many counsellors who had a voice in the matter.
As for their modes of defence, the Victorian historian, H. E. Busteedwrote: 'To meet the enemy in the principal streets and avenues, and at improvised outposts; no better scheme of spreading out and wasting the untrained and insufficient defending force could have been devised.' Holwell called the preparations for defence, a 'tragedy of errors... which were all in the wrong direction.' It is clear that Calcutta had little understanding of the malignant deluge that was about burst upon it. One writer (Hastings' MSS.) records, 'The military were very urgent for demolishing all the houses, knowing that if once the enemy got possession of the white houses, there would be no standing on the factory walls. However, the pulling the houses was a thing they would not think of, not knowing whether the Company would reimburse the money they cost.' A certain Captain Grantsays, on the same subject:
It may be justly asked, why we did not propose the only method, that as I thought then, and do now, could give us the least chance of defending the place in case of a vigorous attack - the demolition of all the houses adjacent to the Fort, and surrounding it with a ditch? But so little credit was then given, and even to the very last day, the Nawab would venture to attack us or offer to force our lines, that it occasioned a general grumbling and discontent to leave any of the European houses without them. ...And should it be proposed by any person to demolish as many houses as should be necessary to make the fort defensible, his opinion would have been thought pusillanimous and ridiculous.
'Entrenchments,' notes a junior employee of the Company 'were begun to be thrown up across the park, and a ravelin to defend the front gate of the factory, but [we&91; had no time to finish them.' A large number of Indian peons occupied posts at an important defensive work which went by the name of 'the Mahratta Ditch', but in no time at all these men went over to the enemy - and with them the only attempt to defend this important defensive work.
The Frenchand Dutchtreated English requests for help, with considerable indifference. Of the former, an indignant youngCivilian[8&91;writes:
We wrote... a very genteel letter [to the French&91;, thanking them for their offer of assistance, and as we were in very great want of ammunition, requested they would spare us a quantity of powder and shot.When the Nawab was near Calcutta, the Frenchmen put off their grimace, assuring us of the impossibility of complying with our demand, as they might provoke the Nawab by it. However, when the Nawab demanded supplies of powder from them soon after, they would then find sufficient to give him 150 barrels, and could connive also at the desertion of near 30 men, which joined the Nawab’s army before the taking of Calcutta, and commanded the artillery under Monsieur St. Jacque.
Captain Grant, the Adjutant-General, also mentions the presence of Europeans with Siraj's army at Calcutta. Grant says they learnt from prisonerstaken whilst the attack was going on, that the enemy had with them '25 Europeans and 80 Chittygong Fringeys' [Literally, ‘foreigners from Chittagong’, now in southern Bangladesh&91; under the command of one who styled himself Le Marquis de St. Jacque, a French renegard [sic&91;, for the management of their artillery.' The English however also had a French lieutenant fighting on their side, a Monsieur Le Beaume, who Grant says, 'was a Frenchofficer and left Chandernagore[9&91;on a point of honour.' He fought bravely and managed to escape the Black Hole.
Hostilities commenced even before the enemy arrived. On the 13tha very suspicious letter was intercepted on its way to Omichund, the settlement's wealthiest Indian resident. He was immediately put under house arrest. His brother-in-law, Hazarimull, who had the chief management of his household affairs, concealed himself in the ladies' quarters. A band of troops went in after him but were resisted by three hundred of Omichund's loyal servants who had armed themselves and put up a spirited and violent defence of the household during the course of which the house caught fire. In the midst of this insurrection, the chief servant entered into the women's quarters, and fearing for the honour of his master's women, massacred thirteen of them, and then stabbed himself - but was overpowered by British troops before he could complete his suicide.
The advance guard of Siraj's army did not bother to reconnoitre the city nor did it gather intelligence, instead the eager troops charged like enraged bulls towards the Maratha Ditch: an incomplete defensive work that they could safely have walked around. The redoubt in this area was held by 20 Europeans and Indian troops who gave the attackers a warm reception. Thirty more Europeans and a few cannon sallied forth from Fort William to reinforce the vastly outnumbered defensive line - who bravely held their ground and kept up a steady fire, whilst four thousand of the enemy took up positions in the thickets. At midnight the rattle of Indian musketry and the roar of their cannon fell silent, for Siraj's army had settled down to an evening meal and was making themselves comfortable for a night's sleep.
As the evening dragged on, Ensign Prichard, who had previous experience in fighting Indians, assured his incredulous colleagues that the enemy were asleep, he then led the small force into the thickets, where they set about bludgeoning, bayoneting and shooting their sleeping enemies, their chief target however being the canons that had caused them so much grief during the day, which they seized and disabled. The successful raiding party then withdrew, without a single casualty.
One of Omichund's battered servants arrived into the enemy camp and warned Sirajthat they were attacking the city in the wrong place. At last, finding that they could enter the city freely by walking around the ditch, from which they had been so violently repulsed, they entered the town through Dum Dum(now a suburb of Calcutta) and on the morning of the 18th swarmed all around the town, plundering and setting fire to every bazaar in their way and looting the city. At this point another party sallied forth from the fort and evicted many of the marauders. The English also set fire to as many bazaars as they could to deny shelter and stores to the enemy:- 'when many of our people being detected plundering, they were instantly punished with decapitation.' The party returned with prisoners who after interrogation informed them of an imminent an all-out attack on the redoubt, during which they would have been assailed from both sides. Confronted with this dire news, Prichard and his bellicose troops were withdrawn back into the fort.
John Zephaniah Holwell was of Irlsh extraction. He assumed the office of
Zamindar (tax collector and local judge) in 1752 and remained in the post
till 1756 His first visit to Calcutta was as a sergeant's mate of an East Indiaman
in 1732. In 1736 he was appointed as one of the aldermen of the Mayor's Court,
and in 1748 he returned to Europe. He prepared a plan for reforming abuses
in connection with the Zamindar's Cutchery (office) and submitted the same
to the Court of Directors, who were. so pleased with him that they made him
the permanent Zernindar of Calcutta and twelfth in the Council.
(Picture: Sir J. Reynolds)
On the 18th, the English issued orders that no quarter was to be given, as the prisons were already full, and naturally enough they understood that the enemy would similarly retaliate. Most of the day's combat occurred at the outpost which first received the enemy attacked from the east. The battery, opposite the Mayor's Court, was partly held by a detachment of the militia commanded by Holwell. It was in a very exposed position and doggedly defended. So heavy was the fire on it from the points of vantage nearby, that only the men necessary to work the guns were allowed to remain in it; the rest got under cover within the Court House and had the grim task of taking over from those who were gunned down.
The battery to the north was also attacked, but here the enemy had few advantages and the attackers found themselves advancing in close order up a narrow street. The first volley from the English cannon was horrifically effective. Today we can have little conception of the shocking carnage of an 18th Century battle: of the damage caused by a solid cannon ball hurtling its way though ranks of tightly packed men, knocking them over like skittles - a scene never adequately recreated in modern cinematography.Men were literally pulverised by the solid projectiles, brains, shards of wet bone and intestines were thrown around like so much debris. The wounded, who were deposited in heaps, were given nothing to alleviate the agonies of broken ribs, skulls and crushed bones. This awful spectacle was too much to bear for the disorganised enemy, who rather than press home the advance and overwhelm the enemy, immediately took cover in the side streets, rendering ineffective the sacrifice of their colleagues.
From these side streets small groups would appear to take pot shots at the English sheltered behind their sandbags and embrasures - having satisfied themselves with this random fire, the enemy would then furtively run for cover. The vexed English came up with the idea of taking the canon to this concealed enemy. A group of men wheeling a field piece were then detached to drive the enemy out of the alleyways: seeking what would nowadays be called a 'target rich environment'. As they wheeled their gun around the corner, Siraj's shocked troops were given another disastrous dose of English lead - the enemy fled wildly from the detachment, who, elated by their success, pursued them further into the winding alleyways, blasting any place where the enemy chose to hide, and in doing so lost sight of the main battery. Siraj's troops, taking advantage of this error, returned through the narrow back streets to cut off their retreat - the English turned their cannon upon them, and as the weapon blasted another wave of destruction through their tightly packed ranks, yet again the enemy lost their nerve and ran. The few that got close enough to the band of Englishmen to engage with them, were shot with muskets or cut down with sword or bayonet. It had been a close call for the foolhardy party, and they decided to return to the safety of the fortified position before a more successful attempt to apprehend them was organised.
Black Hole of Calcutta Memorial, photographed by the author in 2004
By now the Indian
troops in this area had been badly mauled, and decided to try their luck in the
fight against Holwell's eastern battery, which being in a more
exposed position was taking a severe hammering. At
About four o'clock in the afternoon, a multitude of the enemy forced the palisade at the farther end of the Rope Walk[10&91;, although defended by a sergeant and twenty men; and rushed down the walk with so much impetuosity towards the eastern battery, that the gunners had scarcely time to turn one of the eighteen pounders against them; however, the first discharge of grape shotchecked, and a few more drove them to seek shelter in the covers at hand; but many of them joined those who were in the houses from which the fire increased so much, that at five o'clock, the military officer who commanded the battery, sent Mr. Holwell, who acted as a lieutenant under him, to represent to the governor the impossibility of maintaining this post any longer, unless it was immediately reinforced with cannon and men, sufficient to drive the enemy out of the houses: but before Mr. Holwellreturned, Captain Claytonwas preparing to retreat, having already spiked up two eighteen pounders and one of the field pieces; and the whole detachment soon after marched into the fort with the other. They were scarcely arrived before the enemy took possession of the battery, and expressed their joy by excessive shouts.
The retreat into the fort was messy and disorganised. Two fortified houses remained, both of which had defended the flanks of the eastern battery, these were still held by the English and in imminent danger of being cut off. In one of the houses, a sergeant and twelve men fled to the southern battery before the enemy had gathered in any significant numbers. The other house was occupied by alieutenant and nine of the militia, all of whom were young men in the mercantile service, they were given no warning that the sergeant was about to leave his post and seeing that the houses were being surrounded they endeavoured to also get away. Forming into a compact body they came out firing. Most of them made it, apart from two young men called Smith and Wilkenson. These were separated from the rest, immediately intercepted and called upon to surrender. Smith refused and is said to have cut down five men[11&91; before surrendering, after which Wilkenson handed over his weapon, and was immediately 'cut to pieces'.
In addition to the regular garrison and militia, who with their families took to the safety of the old fort, there were also about 3,000 'unnecessary people,' labelled as 'black Christians, Portuguese, slaves, &c.' Their presence only added to the panic and chaos within. The Adjutant-General records:
Provisions had been laid in, but proper persons had not been appointed to look after them; and the general desertion of the black fellows, amongst whom were all the cooks, left us to starve in the midst of plenty. All the men at the outposts had no refreshments for 24 hours, which occasioned constant complaint and grumbling all this night.We were so abandoned by all sorts of labourers, that we could not get carried up on the ramparts cotton bales and sand-bags for the parapets of the bastion, which were very low and the embrasures so wide that they hardly afforded any shelter.
The Batteries had been so much relied upon as the best defences of the settlement, that the desertion of them on the very first day of the engagement created much consternation and uproar, especially amongst the non-combatants, who expected no quarter from the besieging enemy. Only twenty Lascars(Indian Sailors) remained to man the cannon, and all of the Company's Indian troops had deserted. The Armeniansand Portuguese were said to have been 'stupefied with fear'. The situation was going from bad to worse, as by now the enemy had repaired many of the captured cannons and were turning them against the walls.
At this point all order broke down and there followed acts of great cowardice and insane valour. When the enemy started climbing upon the walls of the adjacent warehouse, the governor ordered a roll of drums to signal the general alarm. The urgent signal was repeated three times and ignored on every occasion.The enemy however was unnerved by the raucous drumming and presuming that a tightly packed gang of redcoats would at any moment open fire, with this in mind they decided to remove themselves from the exposed roof and beat an unwarranted retreat.
Late in the evening of the 18th,many of the women and children were put aboard ships. Two members of the Council, both acting as officers of militia(Messrs. Manningham and Frankland) embarked with the ladies, having volunteered themselves for this duty. A young civilian wryly remarked: 'our colonel and lieutenant-colonel of militia preferred entering the list among the number of women rather then defend the Company's and their own property. Accordingly they went offwith them, and though several messages were sent them to attend council if they did not choose to fight, still no persuasion could avail.'
The boats were filled with everything that could be carried and in the mad scramble, several of these vessels sank and many of those who were huddled on board were drowned whilst some managed to swim to a far bank and were either taken prisoner or simply massacred. As the escaping vessels breezed past, Siraj's troops fired flaming arrows at them in hope of setting them ablaze.
In this hour of trepidation, many of the English militia, seeing the vessels under sail became terrified of losing their last chance of escape. The governor, who was utterly unversed in military affairs, had up to this point shown no aversion in exposing himself to danger. Earlier that morning he had braved bullets and arrows and visited the ramparts asby daybreak the English were firing with wall-pieces and small arms from every breach and corner. The enemy, now appearing in immense swarms all round the fort,struck enormous fear into many, expecting that at any moment the place would be overwhelmed by this bloodthirsty multitude, who despite having taken thousands of casualties, showed no sign of giving up. A Captain by the name of Grantsaid that the artillery from the fort during the early morning did 'terrible execution' amongst the crowded enemy, but did not dampen the amount of incoming fire.
Sometime later an alarm was raised, indicating that the enemy were at the gates. To his credit, the governor was one of the first on the scene. He ordered two cannons to be pointed at the gateway, but found nobody willing to obey him. Meanwhile the enemy contented themselves with launching volleys of flaming arrows into the fort - fortunately, most were too busy plundering the city to bother with the object of their mission. Not long after this uninspiring episode, word came to him that the remaining gunpowder was damp and out of service. Although he was dismayed by this information, he refrained from divulging it- it was obviously the final straw. Two boats remained at the wharf and he ran for them. Busteed notes: 'Soon occurred the incident which obliges us to look back on some portion of the defence of Calcutta with humiliation. As this is the first and only instance in the history of British India, in which those bearing the names of Englishmen, and placed in a conspicuous position in a time of war, set an example of cowardice, desertion and inhumanity...' The Adjutant-General gives us a vivid account of the stampede to the last boats and of the governor's flight:
Between 10 and
Black Hole of Calcutta memorial, in 2004 (picture taken by the author)
Upon the Governor going off, several muskets were fired at him, but as the junior civilian lamented: none were lucky enough hit. Grose in his Voyage to the East Indies stated that Drake pleaded that he was a Quaker and as a man of peace, needed to hurry away from a scene of bloodshed. John Cooke, a 'Bengal civilian', gave an enlightening account in evidence he gave before a Parliamentary Committee:
Signals were now thrown out from every part of the Fort for the ships to come again to their station, in hopes they would have reflected (after the first impulse of their panic was over) how cruel, as well as shameful, it was to leave their countrymen to the mercy of a barbarous enemy; and for that reason we made no doubt they would have attempted to cover the retreat of those left behind now they had secured their own; but we deceive ourselves, and was never a single effort made in the two days the Fort held out after their desertion to send a boat or vessel to bring off any part of the garrison. All the 19ththe enemy pushed on their attack with great vigour, and having possessed themselves of the church, not thirty or forty yards from the east curtain of the Fort, they galled the garrison in a terrible manner, and killed and wounded a prodigious number. In order to prevent this havoc as much as possible, we got up a quantity of broadcloth in bales with which we made traverses along the curtains and bastions; we fixed up likewise some bales of cotton against the parapets (which were very thin and of brick only) to resist the cannon balls, and did everything in our power to baffle their attempt and hold out, if possible, till the Prince George (a company's ship employed in the country) could drop down low enough to give us an opportunity of getting on board... The enemy suspended their attack as usual when it grew dark; but the night was not less dreadful on that account. The Company's house and the marine yard were now in flames, and exhibited a spectacle of unspeakable terror. We were surrounded on all sides by the Nawab’s forces which made a retreat by land impracticable; and we had not even the shadow of a prospect to effect a retreat by water after the Prince George ran aground. On the first appearance of dawn on the 20thJune, the besiegers renewed their cannonading- they pushed the siege this morning with much more warmth and vigour than ever they had done...
There was another vessel aside from thePrince Georgethat could have rendered assistance, the aforementioned Dodalay. Captain Young, the vessel's commander said afterwards, he did not attempt a rescue because it was too dangerous! The civilian's manuscript adds that this vessel would not even give a cable and anchor to those stranded on the Prince George so they could get off the stricken ship. Supporting this refusal on the grounds that bad weather was at hand and all the gear would have been needed for herself. Holwellbitterly comments:
A single sloop or boat sent up on the night of the 19thmight have hailed us from the bastions without risk, even if the place had been in possession of the enemy, the contrary of which they would have been ascertained of, and the fleet might have moved up that night. This motion would have put fresh spirits into us and given dismay to the enemy already not a little disheartened by the numbers slain in the day when dislodged from the houses round us. Had the ships moved up, and our forces reunited and part of the ammunition on board them been disembarked for the service of the Fort, the Suba might at least have been obliged to retreat with his army, or at the most, the effects might have been shipped off on the 20theven in the face of the enemy, without their having power to obstruct it and a general retreat made of the whole garrison, as glorious to ourselves, all circumstances considered, as the victory would have been.
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For over two hours (after the attack on the northern wall was beaten off) the enemy disappeared, but at approximately 4 p.m. Holwellwas informed that a man was advancing with a flag, and calling for a cease fire - offering quarter in case of surrender. The English responded by hoisting a flag of truce. Shortly afterwards, taking advantage of the lull in musketry: 'multitudes of the enemy came out of their hiding-places round us, and flocked under the walls.'
Holwelltook to the battlements to parley with the enemy, one of Siraj's officers called out that the Suba was there, and that he wished for the Union Jack to be lowered and for the fort to surrender. Before a reply had left Holwell's lips, a shot rang out and Mr. Baillie, who was standing next to him, fell wounded, which was followed by a general rush on the eastern gate.
Holwell, brought a cannon to bear on the gate, upon which the enemy withdrew and the flag of truce was taken down. Holwellthen ordered a 'general discharge of our cannon and small arms: 'a desperate call to arms which was not eagerly taken up. At this moment word came to Holwellfrom Ensign Walcot that the western gate had been forced open by their own people in an act of betrayal. One account has it that some of the defenders had made an attempt to escape during the brief truce,'under cover of prodigious thick smoke.'
Holwellrushed to where Captain Buchananwas in charge, and found the enemy's colours already planted there. 'I asked him how he could suffer it; he replied he found further resistance was in vain.' All around him Siraj's men were scaling the walls with bamboo ladders - the game was up.
The Indian troops refrained from slaughtering the Europeans. Busteed correctly notes: 'This unexpected forbearance should be remembered to the credit of the enemy, to whom 'no quarter' had been given, and from whom the defenders acknowledge they could not hope for any. The enemy began looting instead of killing, stripping the gentlemen of their buckles, watches, money and gold. Holwellhanded over his pistols to the first native officer whom he saw coming towards him, and was told to instantly order the British colours to be cut down. This was one request that he refused to grant - saying that, as masters of the Fort, they might order it themselves. He was then requested to hand over his sword, but again refused to do so, unless in the presence of the Suba. To formally effect this surrender Holwellwas led along the ramparts to be presented before Siraj. Holwellrespectfully greeted him from the rampart, and then delivered his sword. Holwellhad three subsequent interviews with him that evening. Says Holwell:
He expressed much resentment at our presumption in defending the fort against his army with so few men, asked why I did not run away with my governor, &c., &c., and seemed much disappointed and dissatisfied with the sum found in the treasury; asked me many questions on this subject, and on the conclusion he assured me on the word of a soldier that no harm should come to me, which he repeated more than once.
In some brief histories of the Raj, Calcutta is described as having fallen easily. This is probably largely the fault of the eminent 19thCentury historianMacaulaywho stated that 'the Fort was taken after a feeble resistance,' a statement that is true enough when referring to the regular garrison but ignores the latter stages of the struggle maintained predominantly by the militia.
Some early British writers may be accused of aggrandisement and for obvious reasons. It is therefore proper to quote a contemporary Muslimwriter, Gholam Hussien, who pays tribute to Holwelland his fellow-defenders:
Mr. Drake finding that matters went hard with him, abandoned everything, and fled without so much as giving notice to his countrymen. He took shelter on board of a ship, and with a small number of friends and principal persons he disappeared at once. Those that remained, finding themselves abandoned by their chief, concluded their case must be desperate; yet most of them were impressed with such a sense of honour, that, preferring death to life, they fought it out till their powder and ball falling at last, they bravely drank up the bitter cup of death; some others, seized by the claws of destiny, were made prisoners.
The victory was not accompanied by universal acclaim in Bengal. The region's Hindus, who had been much troubled by Siraj's lunacy and often laboured under a discriminatory regime, had hoped that Sirajwould ruin himself in his fight against the English and many were profoundly disappointed by Calcutta's fall, which they undoubtedly feared would add to the tyrant's arrogance and vanity. After his victory the Hindus ire turned against the 'incompetent' Europeans. One Frenchobserver wrote: 'The country people here about call the Europeans Banchots,[12&91; ie., cowards and poltroons.'
As an indication as to how high Indian bodies piled up around Fort William: after the battle, Holwell, (in his first report on the matter written to the BombayGovernment in July from Murshidabad) says: 'of the enemy we killed first and last, by their own confession, 5,000 of their troops and 80 Jamedars and officers of consequence, exclusive of their wounded.' Even if this is only half true, or even if it has been inflated by three or four times - it is still a damning indictment of the leadership, a military ignoramus and non-entity such as Sirajud Dowla who could so incompetently lead eager and well-motivated troops into such a disproportionate slaughter.
At this juncture we come to the infamous Black Hole incident. I do not wish to take the reader down a well trodden path and simply tell my own version of the story, this I believe would contribute little to an overall understanding of the subject matter. I have therefore endeavoured to reprint most of Holwell's original testament regarding his sufferings in the Black Hole taken from Interesting Historical Events Relative to the Province of Bengal and the Empire of Indostan. (2 Parts, 1765 & 1767 ).
I think the modern reader will find Holwell's account to be exceptionally clear in its grammar and literary style - despite being almost 250 years old. The veracity of this gruesome narrative has become a highly contentious issue - as most 'politically correct' historians call Holwell a liar. Without doubt, they feel uncomfortable about Indians being portrayed as aggressors and perpetrators of atrocity, in short, the entire episode as told by Holwell deeply upsets well established and appealing stereotypical notions of Indians being the sole victims of atrocity. Moreover, to accept that the Black Hole incident did happen as per Holwell's account, concedes that the British forces under Sir Robert Clive another adequate excuse to fight Siraj. This is why the document remains, to this day, a real hot potato and this may explain why it is so rarely reproduced. It is sometimes erroneously stated that Holwell gives us the only account of the incident. This is not correct; it is not even the most important testament!
Secretary Cooke also survived the Black Hole, he became member of Council and afterwards - in England - gave evidence before the Parliamentary Committee of 1772, to which we are to believe he perjured himself, if we pay heed to the view of certain 20th Century historians. The sole female survivor, Mrs. Carey, was also informally interviewed regarding her experiences, during which she also confirmed Holwell’s account of the incident.[13&91; Critics of Holwell's story claim that he fabricated the story to aggrandise himself (something that we shall scrutinise more carefully later) yet they do not and can not explain why Cooke would have put himself in legal jeopardy to confirm Holwell's ‘fictitious’ account. If the basis of history is testimony, then I must contend that the entire tragedy is well accredited.
We enter into Holwell's discourse when he and approximately 146 others are about to be thrust into the dungeon by Indian troops who had just taken over Calcutta:
They ordered us all to rise and go into the barracks to the left of the court guard. The barracks, you may remember, have a wooden platform for the soldiers to sleep on, and are open to the west by arches and a small parapet wall, corresponding to the arches of the veranda without. In we went most readily, and were pleasing ourselves with the prospect of passing a comfortable night on the platform, little dreaming of the infernal apartment in reserve for us. For we were no sooner all within the barracks, than the guard advanced to the inner arches of the parapet-wall; and, with their muskets presented, ordered us to go into the room at the southernmost end of the barracks, commonly called the Black-Hole prison; whilst others from the Court of Guard, with clubs drawn and scimitars, pressed upon those of us next to them. This stroke was so sudden, so unexpected, and the throng and pressure so great upon us next the door of the Black-Hole prison, there was no resisting it; but like one agitated wave impelling another, we were obliged to give way and enter; the rest followed like a torrent, few amongst us, the soldiers excepted, having the least idea of the dimensions or nature of a place we had never seen: for if we had, we should at all events have rushed upon the guard, and been, as the lesser evil, by our own choice cut to pieces.
Amongst the first
that entered, were myself, Messrs. Baillie, Jenks, Cooke, T. Coles, Ensign Scot, Revely, Law, Buchanan, &c. I got possession of the window nearest
the door, and took Messrs. Coles and Scot into the window with me, they being
both wounded (the first I believe mortally). The rest of the above mentioned
gentlemen were close round me. It was now about
Figure to yourself, my friend, if possible, the situation of a hundred and forty six wretches, exhausted by continual fatigue and action, thus crammed together in a cube of about eighteen feet, in a close sultry night, in Bengal, shut up to the eastward and southward (the only quarters from whence air could reach us) by dead walls, and by a wall and door to the north, open only to the westward by two windows, strongly barred with iron, from which we could receive scarce any the least circulation of fresh air.
What must ensue, appeared to me in lively and dreadful colours, the instant I cast my eyes around, and saw the size and situation of the room. Many unsuccessful attempts were made to force the door; for having nothing more than our hands to work with, and the door opening inward, all endeavours were vain and fruitless.
Conjectural View of the 'Black Hole,' with part of barrack, as seen from Interior of Verandahby S. de Wilde (Thacker, Spink & Co. Calcutta).
Observing every one giving way to the violence of passions, which I foresaw must be fatal to them, I requested silence might be preserved, whilst I spoke to them and in the most pathetic and moving terms which occurred, I begged and intreated, that as they had paid a ready obedience to me in the day, they would now for their own sakes, and the sakes of those who were dear to them, and were interested in the preservation of their lives, regard the advice I had to give them. I assured them, the return of day would give us air and liberty; urged to them, that the only chance we had left for sustaining this misfortune, and surviving the night, was preserving a calm mind and quiet resignation to our fate; entreating them to curb, as much as possible, every agitation of mind and body, as raving and giving loose to their passions could answer no purpose, but that of hastening their destruction.
This produced a short interval of peace, and gave me a few minutes for reflection: though even this pause was not a little disturbed by the cries and groans of the many wounded, and more particularly of my two companions in the window. Death, attended with the most cruel train of circumstances, I plainly perceived must prove our inevitable destiny. I had seen this common migration in too many shapes, and accustomed myself to think on the subject with too much propriety to be alarmed at the prospect, and indeed felt much more for my wretched companions than myself.Amongst the guards posted at the windows, I observed an old Jemmautadaar near me, who seemed to carry some compassion for us in his countenance; and indeed he was the only one of the many in his station, who discovered the least trace of humanity. I called him to me, and in the most persuasive terms I was capable, urged him to commiserate the sufferings he was a witness to, and pressed him to endeavour to get us separated, half in one place, and half in another; and that he should in the morning receive a thousand Rupees for this act of tenderness. He promised he would attempt it, and withdrew; but in a few minutes returned, and told me it was impossible. I then thought I had been deficient in my offer, and promised him two thousand. He withdrew a second time, but returned soon, and (with I believe much real pity and concern) told me, it was not practicable; that it could not be done but by the Suba's order, and that no one dared awake him.
During this interval, though their passions were less violent, their uneasiness increased. We had been but few minutes confined, before every one fell into a perspiration so profuse, you can form no idea of it. This consequently brought a raging thirst, which still increased, in proportion as the body was drained of moisture.
Various expedients were thought of to give the room more air. To obtain the former, it was moved to put off their clothes. This was approved as a happy motion, and in a few minutes I believe every man was stripped (myself, Mr. Court, and the two wounded gentlemen by me excepted). For a little time they flattered themselves with having gained a mighty advantage; every hat was put in motion, to produce a circulation of air; and Mr. Baillie proposed that every man should sit down on his hams. As they were truly in the situation of drowning wretches, no wonder they caught at every thing that bore a flattering appearance of saving them. This expedient was several times put in practice, and at each time many of the poor creatures, whose natural strength was less than others, or had been more exhausted, and could not immediately recover their legs, as others did, when the word was given to RISE, fell to rise no more; for they were instantly trod to death, or suffocated. When the whole body sat down, they were so closely wedged together, that they were obliged to use many efforts, before they could put themselves in motion to get up again.
Exterior view of the building which contained the Black Hole of Calcutta - as it would have appeared in 1756.
Before
Efforts were again made to force the door, but in vain. Many insults were used to the guard, to provoke them to fire in upon us (which as I learned afterwards, were carried to much greater lengths, when I was no more sensible of what was transacted). For my own part, I hitherto felt little pain or uneasiness, but what resulted from my anxiety for the sufferings of those within. By keeping my face between two of the bars, I obtained air enough to give my lungs easy play, though my perspiration was excessive, and thirst commencing. At this period, so strong an urinous volatile effluvia came from the prison, that I was not able to turn my head that way, for more than a few seconds at a time.
Now every body, excepting those situated in and near the windows, began to grow outrageous, and many delirious: Water, Water, became the general cry. And the old Jemmautadaar, before mentioned, taking pity on us, ordered the people to bring some skins of water, little dreaming, I believe, of its fatal effects, This is what I dreaded. I foresaw it would prove the ruin of the small chance left us, and essayed many times to speak to him privately to forbid its being brought; but the clamour was so loud, it became impossible. The water appeared. Words cannot paint to you the universal agitation and raving the sight of it threw us into. I had flattered myself that some, by preserving an equal temper of mind, might outlive the night; but now the reflection which gave me the greatest pain, was, that I saw no possibility of one escaping to tell the dismal tale.
Until the water came, I had myself not suffered much from thirst, which instantly grew excessive. We had no means of conveying it into the prison, but by hats forced through the bars; and thus myself and Messrs. Coles and Scot (notwithstanding the pains they suffered from their wounds) supplied them as fast as possible. But those, who had experienced intense thirst, or are acquainted with the cause and nature of this appetite, will be sufficiently sensible it could receive no more than a momentary alleviation; but the cause still subsisted. Though we brought full hats within the bars, there ensued such violent struggles, and frequent contests, to get at it, that before it reached the lips of anyone, there would be scarcely a small tea-cup full left in them. These supplies, like sprinkling water on fire, only served to feed and raise the flame.
Oh! My dear Sir, how shall I give you a conception of what I felt at the cries and ravings of those in the remoter parts of the prison, who could not entertain a probable hope of obtaining a drop, yet could not divest themselves of expectation, however unavailing! And others calling on me by tender considerations of friendship and affection, and who knew they were really dear to me. Think, if possible, what my heart must have suffered at seeing and hearing their distress, without having it in my power to relieve them; for the confusion now became general and horrid. Several quitted the other window (the only chance they had for life) to force their way to the water, and the throng and press upon the window was beyond bearing; many forced their passage from the further part of the room, pressed down those in their way, who had less strength, and trampled them to death.
Can it gain belief, that this scene of misery proved entertainment to the brutal wretches without? But so it was; and they took care to keep us supplied with water, that they might have the satisfaction of seeing us fight for it, as they phrased it, and held up lights to the bars, that they might lose no part of the inhuman diversion.
From about nine to near eleven, I sustained this cruel scene and painful situation, still supplying them with water, though my legs were almost broke with the weight against them. By this time I myself was very near pressed to death, and my two companions, with Mr. William Parker, (who forced himself into the window) were really so.
For a great while they preserved a respect and regard to me, more than indeed I could well expect, our circumstances considered; but now all distinction was lost. My friend Ballie, Messrs. Jenks, Ravely, Law, Buchanan, Simson, and several others, for whom I had no real esteem or affection, had for some time been dead at my feet, and were now trampled upon by every corporal and common soldier, who, by the help of more robust constitutions, had forced their way to the window, and held fast by the bars over me, till at last I became so pressed and wedged up, I was deprived of all motion.
Determined now to give everything up, I called to them, and begged, as the last instance of their regard, they would remove the pressure upon me, and permit me to retire out of the window, to die in quiet. They gave way; and with much difficulty I forced passage into the centre of the prison, where the throng was less by the many dead, (then I believe amounting to one third) and the numbers who flocked to the windows; for by this time they had water also at the other window.
In the Black-Hole there is a platform[14&91; corresponding with that in the barracks: I travelled over the dead, and repaired to the further end of it, just opposite the other window, and seated myself on the platform between Mr. Dumbleton and Capt. Stevenson, the former just then expiring. I was still happy in the same calmness of mind I had preserved the whole time; death I expected as unavoidable, and only lamented its slow approach, though the moment I quitted the window, my breathing grew short and painful.
Here my poor friend Mr. Edward Eyre came staggering over the dead to me, and with his usual coolness and good-nature, asked me how I did? But fell and expiredbefore I had time to make him a reply. I laid myself down on some of the dead behind me , on the platform; and recommending myself to heaven, had the comfort of thinking my sufferings could have no long duration.
My thirst grew now insupportable, and difficulty of breathing much increased; and I had not remained in this situation, I believe, ten minutes, when I was seized with a pain in my breast, and palpitation of my heart, both to the most exquisite degree. These roused me and obliged me to get up again; but still the pain, palpitation, thirst, and difficulties of breathing increased. I retained my senses notwithstanding, and the grief to see death not so near me as I hoped; but could no longer bear the pains I suffered without attempting a relief, which I knew fresh air would and could only give me; and by an effort of double the strength I ever before possessed, gained the third rank of it, with one hand seized a bar, and by that means gained the second, though I think there were at least six or seven ranks between me and the window.
In a few moments my pain, palpitation, and difficulty of breathing ceased; but my thirst continued intolerable. I called aloud for 'WATER FOR GOD'S SAKE:' I had been concluded dead; but as soon as they heard me amongst them, they had still respect and tenderness for me, to cry out, 'GIVE HIM WATER, GIVE HIM WATER!' nor would one of them at the window attempt to touch it until I had drank. But from the water I found no relief; my thirst was rather increased by it; so I determined to drink no more, but patiently wait the event; and kept my mouth moist from time to time by sucking the perspiration out of my shirt-sleeves, and catching the drops as they fell, like heavy rainfrom my head and face: you can hardly imagine how unhappy I was if any of them escaped my mouth.
I came into prison without coat or waistcoat; the season was too hot to bear the former, and the latter tempted the avarice of one of the guards, who robbed me of it when we were under the veranda. Whilst I was at this second window, I was observed by one of my miserable companions on the right of me, in the expedient of allaying my thirst by sucking my shirt-sleeve. He took the hint, and robbed me from time to time of a considerable amount of my store; though after I detected him, I had ever the address to begin on that sleeve first, when I thought my reservoirs were sufficiently replenished; and our mouths and noses often met in contest. This plunderer, I found afterwards, was a worthy young gentleman in the service, Mr. Lushington, one of the few who escaped from death, and since paid me the compliment of assuring me, he believed he owed his life to the many comfortable draughts he had from my sleeves. I mention this incident, as I think nothing can give you a more lively idea of the melancholy fate and distress we were reduced to. Before I hit upon this happy expedient, I had, in an ungovernable fit of thirst, attempted drinking my urine; but it was intensely bitter there was no enduring a second taste, whereas no Bristol water could be more soft or pleasant than what arose from perspiration.
By half an hour past eleven the much greater number of those living were in an outrageous delirium, and the others quite ungovernable; few retaining any calmness, but the ranks next to the windows. By what I had felt myself, I was fully sensible what those within suffered; but had only pity to bestow upon them, not then thinking how soon I should myself become a greater object of it.
They now found, that water, instead of relieving, rather heightened their uneasiness, and, 'AIR, AIR,'was the general cry. Every insult that could be devised against the guard, all the opprobrious names and abuse that the Suba, Monickchund[15&91;, &c. could be loaded with, were repeated to provoke the guard to fire upon us, every man that could, rushing tumultuously towards the windows with eager hopes of meeting the first shot. Then a general prayer to heaven, to hasten the approach of the flames to the right and left of us, and put a period to our misery. But these failing, they whose strength and spirits were quite exhausted, laid themselves down and expired quietly upon their fellows: others who had yet some strength and vigour left, made a last effort for the windows, and several succeeded by leaping and scrambling over the backs and heads of those in the first ranks; and got hold of the bars, from which there was no removing them. Many to the right and left sunk with the violent pressure, and were soon suffocated; for now a stream arose from the living and the dead, which affected us in all its circumstances, as if we were forcibly held with our heads over a bowl full of strong volatile spirit of hartshorn, until suffocated; nor could the effluvia of the one be distinguished from the other, and frequently, when I was forced by the load upon my head and shoulders, to hold my face down, I was obliged, near as I was to the window, instantly to raise it again to escape suffocation.
I need not, my dear friend, ask your commiseration, when I tell you that in this plight, from half an hour past eleven till near two in the morning, I sustained the weight of a heavy man with his knees in my back and the pressure of his whole body on my head. A Dutchsergeant, who had taken a seat upon my shoulder, and a Topaz[16&91; bearing on my right; all which nothing could have enabled me long to support, but the props and pressure equally sustaining me all around. The two latter I frequently dislodged, by shifting my hold on the bars, and driving my knuckles into their ribs; but my friend above stuck fast, and as he held by two bars, was immovable.
When I had bore this conflict above an hour, with a train of wretched reflections, and seeing no glimpse of hope on which to found a prospect of relief, my spirits, resolution, and every sentiment of religion gave way, I found I was unable much longer to support this trial, and could not bear the dreadful thoughts of retiring into the inner part of the prison, where I had before suffered so much. Some infernal spirit, taking the advantage of this period, brought to my remembrance my having a small clasp penknife in my pocket, with which I determined instantly to open my arteries, and finish a system no longer to be borne. I had got it out, when heaven interposed, and restored me to fresh spirits and resolution, with an abhorrence of the act of cowardice I was just going to commit: I exerted anew my strength and fortitude; but repeated trials and efforts I made to dislodge the insufferable encumbrances upon me at last quite exhausted me, and towards two O’clock, finding I must quit the window, or sink where I was, I resolved on the former, having bore truly for the sake of others, infinitely more fore life than the best of it is worth.
In the rank close behind me was an officer of one of the ships, whose name was Carey, who had behaved with much bravery during the siege, (his wife, a fine woman though country-born, would not quit him, but accompanied him into the prison, and was one who survived). This poor wretch had been long raving for water and air; I told him I was determined to give up life, and recommended his gaining my station. On my quitting, he made a fruitless attempt to get my place; but the Dutchsergeant who sat on my shoulder supplanted him.
Poor Carey expressed his thankfulness, and said, he would give up life too; but it was with the utmost labour weforced our way from the window, (several in the inner ranks appearing to be dead standing.)[17&91; He laid himself down to die: and his death, I believe, was great, and I imagine, had not retired with me, I should never have been able to have forced my way.
I was at this time, sensible of no pain and little uneasiness: I can give you no better idea of my situation than by repeating my simile of the bowl of spirit of hartshorn. I found a stupor coming on apace, and laid myself down by that gallant old man, the reverend Mr. Jervas Bellamy, who lay dead with his son the lieutenant, hand in hand, near the southernmost wall of the prison.
When I had lain there some little time, I still had reflection enough to suffer some uneasiness in the thought, that I should be trampled upon, when dead, as I myself had done to others. With some difficulty I raised myself, and gained the platform a second time, where I presently lost all sensation: the last trace of sensibility that I have been able to recollect after his lying down, was my sash being uneasy about my waste, which I untied and threw from me.
Of what passed in this interval to the time of his resurrection from this hole of horrors, I can give you no account; and indeed, the particulars mentioned by some of the gentlemen who survived, (solely by the number of those dead, by which they gained a freer accession of air, and approach to the windows) were so excessively absurd and contradictory, as to convince me, very few of them retained their senses; or at least, lost them soon after they came into the open air, by the fever they carried out with them.
In my own escape from absolute death the hand of heaven was manifestly exerted: the manner takes as follows. When the day broke, and the gentlemen found that no entreaties could prevail to get the door opened, it occurred to one of them, (I think to Mr. Secretary Cooke) to make a search for me, in hopes I might have influence enough to gain a release from this scene of misery. Accordingly Messrs. Lushington and Walcot undertook the search, and by my shirt discovered me under the dead upon the platform. They took me from thence; and imagining I had some signs of life, brought me towards the window I had first possession of.
But as life was equally dear to every man, (and the stench arising from the dead bodies was grown intolerable) no one would give up his station in or near the window: so they were obliged to carry me back again. But soon after Captain Mills[18&91; (then captain of the company’s yacht) who was in possession of a seat in the window, had the humanity to offer to resign it. I was again brought by the same gentlemen, and placed in the window.
At this juncture the Suba, who had received an account of the havoc death had made amongst us, sent one of his Jemmautdaars to inquire if the chief survived. They showed me to him; and told him Holwellhad appearance of life remaining, and believed he might recover if the door was opened very soon. This answer being returned to the Suba, an order came immediately for their release, it being near six in the morning.
The fresh air in the window soon brought me to life; and a few minutes after the departure of the Jammautdaar, I was restored to my sight and senses. But oh! Sir, what words shall I adopt to tell you the whole that my soul suffered at reviewing the dreadful destruction around me? I will not attempt it; and indeed tears (a tribute I believe I shall ever pay to the remembrance to this scene, and to the memory of those brave and valuable men) stop my pen.
The little strength remaining amongst the most robust who survived, made it a difficult task to remove the dead piled up against the door; so that I believe it was more than twenty minutes before they obtained a passage out for one at a time.
I had soon reason to be convinced that the particular inquiry made after me did not result from any dictate of favour, humanity, or contrition; when I came out, I found myself in a high putrid fever, and not being able to stand, threw myself on the wet grass without the Veranda, when a message was brought me, signifying I must immediately attend the Suba. Not being capable of walking, they were obliged to support me under each arm; and on the way, one of the Jammautdaars told me, as a friend, to make full confession where the treasure was buried in the fort, or that in half an hour I should be shot from the mouth of a cannon[19&91;. The intimation gave me no manner of concern; for, at that juncture, I would have esteemed death the greatest favour the tyrant could have bestowed upon me.
Being brought into his presence, he soon observed the wretched plight Iwas in, and ordered a large folio volume, which lay on a heap of plunder, to be brought for me to sit on. I endeavoured two or three times to speak, but my tongue was dry and without motion. He ordered me water. As soon as I got speech, I began to recount the dismal catastrophe of my miserable companions. But I was stopped short, with telling me, that he was well informed of great treasure being buried or secreted in the fort, and that I was privy to it; and if I expected favour, must discover it.
I urged everything I could to convince the Suba there was no truth in the information; for that if any such thing had been done, it was without my knowledge. He reminded me of his repeated assurance to me, the day before; but he resumed the subject of the treasure, and all I could say seemed to gain no credit with him. I was ordered prisoner under Mhir Muddon, General of the Household Troops.
Amongst the guards which carried me from the Suba, one bore a large Moratter battle-axe, which gave rise he imagined, to Mr. Secretary Cooke’s belief and report to the fleet, that he (Mr Cooke) saw him carried out with the edge of the axe towards me, to have my head struck off. This I believed is the only account you will have of me, until I bring you a better one myself. But to resume the subject: He was ordered to the camp of Mhir Muddon’s quarters within the outward ditch, something short ofOmychund’s garden (which is above three miles from the fort) and with him Messieurs Court, Walcot, and Burdet. The rest, who survived the fatal night, gained their liberty except Mrs. Carey, who was too young and handsome. The dead bodies were promiscuously thrown into the ditch of their unfinished ravelin, and covered with the earth.
The site of the Black Hole as it appeared about one hundred years ago. An approximate area of the room seems to have been cordoned off with railings: a quaint touch with great tourist potential, yet a subtlety that is completely lost on West Bengal’s authorities who even demolished William Makepeace Thackeray’s birthplace to build an ugly block of flats (1973). The site is now merely part of a sidewalk although the plaque can still be seen (B & L T Co.).
Holwellwas then transferred out of Calcutta as a prisoner and taken to Bengal's erstwhile capital:
We were conveyed in a Hackery[20&91; to the camp the 21stof June, in the morning, and soon loaded with fetters, and stowed all four in a seypoy’s tent, about four feet long, three wide, and about three high; so that they were half in, half out : All night it rained severely. Dismal as this was, it appeared a paradise compared with their lodging the previous night. Here I became covered from head to foot with large painful boils, the first symptom of my recovery; for until these appeared, my fever did not leave me.
On the morning of the 22nd, they marched us to town in their fetters, under the scorching beam of an intense hot sun, and lodged us at the Dock-head in the open small Veranda, fronting the river, where they had a strong guard over us, commanded by Bundo Singh Hazary, an officer under Mhir Muddon. Here the other gentlemen broke out likewise in boils all over their bodies (a happy circumstance, which, as I afterwards learned, attended every one who came out of the Black Hole.)
In short (Sir), though our distresses in this situation, covered with tormenting boils, and loaded with irons, will be thought, and doubtless were, very deplorable; yet the grateful consideration of our being so providentially a remnant of the saved, made everything else appear light to us. Their rice and water-diet, designed as a grievance to us, was certainly our preservation: for, could we (circumstanced as we were) have indulged in flesh and wine, we would have died beyond all doubt.
Some days later the despondent and hollow-eyed prisonersarrived in Murshidabad('Muxadabad') and virtually lived from handouts delivered to them by sympathetic Dutchmen and Frenchmen.[21&91; In his letter Holwelllaments:
This march I will freely confess to you, drew tears of disdain and anguish of hear from me; thus to be led like a felon, a spectacle to theinhabitants of this populous city ! My soul could not support itself with any degree of patience; the pain too arising from my boils, and inflammation of my leg, added not a little, I believe, to the depression of my spirits.
Here we had a guard of Moors, [Muslims&91; placed on one side of us, and a guard of Gentoos [Hindus&91; on the other; and being destined to remain in this place of purgatory, until the Suba returned to the city, I can give you no idea of our sufferings. The immense crowd of spectators, who came from all quarters of the city to satisfy their curiosity, so blocked us up from morning till night, that I may truly say we narrowly escaped a second suffocation, the weather proving exceedingly sultry.
The first night after our arrival in the stable, I was attacked by a fever; and that night and the next day, the inflammation of my leg and thigh greatly increased: but all terminated the second night in a regular fit of the gout in my right-foot and ankle; the first and last fit of this kind I ever had. How my irons agreed with this new visitor I leave you to judge; for I could not by any entreaty obtain liberty for so much as that poor leg.
As the vengeful English closed in on Siraj, Holwelland his companions were in time handed back to their compatriots, whereupon he wrote the above letter, of which the majority has been quoted.
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How little were the strange issues of these dismal events foreseen. Intrepid Britons soon came with Admiral Watson and Colonel Clivefrom Madras, to the succour of those of their countrymen, who had escaped destruction. Victory attended the little army whithersoever it advanced, and before the anniversary of the unhappy siege came round, Calcutta had been triumphantly re-taken, the battle of Plassey had been won, and the throne of the Nawab was occupied by a partisan of the English. By those who had been his own creatures, the fugitive tyrant was put to death, while the British obtained that firm footing and that arm of power in Bengal, which speedily led to their acknowledged supremacy there. In short, the foundations had been laid of that great Indian empire, whose growth has been as marvellous as its beginning.
(Carey)
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Sirajud Dowla
Fact or Fiction?
In 1915, J. H. Little wrote an article entitled, 'The Black Hole - The Question of Holwell's Veracity,'in which he outlined some alleged flaws in Holwell's story. He claimed that Holwellwas an unreliable witness and stated that the incident was either fictitious or had been exaggerated. This concept gained much appeal amongst leftists and Indian nationalists who seized upon the idea that Holwell, the British hero, could have been a manipulative villain. As journalists often say - a story too good to check!
Over the last fifty years the debate has degenerated yet further, with many old inaccuracies and half truths being regurgitated and quoted as incontrovertible facts. So why such frantic and often extremely inept attempts to discredit Holwell's story?
The problem is that the Black Hole incident was another fair excuse for Sir Robert Cliveto attack Bengal. To ascribe fairness to Clive's rampage is an extremely discomforting concept - yet an inescapable one based on the available evidence. It is therefore more befitting to our emotional needs to imagine that the incident never occurred andcreate a conspiracy theory based on nothing in particular and a strong desire for Holwell's account not to be true.
It remains highly fashionable amongst modern Indian historians and certain English writers to doubt the Black Hole of Calcutta story, and some versions emanating from modern India seem to be extremely biased. For example in the millennium issue of the popular Indian periodical The Week, under a heading The holes in Holwell's tale, we read: 'Strange as it may seem, the infamous Black Hole tragedy has been narrated in detail by only one of the 23 who - though as subhuman wretches - had the fortune to greet the next dawn... A few of them later averred that Holwell's account was true, and some gave varying figures; others remained silent.'This is quite ridiculous and a common example of Indian populist misrepresentation. Who remained quiet? Of course they do not say. Holwell listed but eleven European survivors. The Europeans did not all have the opportunity to put their statements into print, but this does not mean they remained silent! They might have spent the rest of their lives discussing it with all who would listen. One hundred private letters might have been written recounting the horrid events to friends and kinsmen, nothing having survived the deluge of time - none of this we can ever know for sure, butit would be foolish to imagine that there existed a conspiracy of silence. 'Strange it may seem' to a 21st Century Indian journalist, (accustomed to a fairly literate nation with millions of websites, hundreds of magazines and dozens of TV channels) that only three accounts were recorded, but for the highly illiterate India of 1756 without a single newspaper - and Calcutta without a single printing press - three accounts, one extremely detailed and another sworn before the highest authorities of England is an exceptionally good documentary record.
In November 2002 I was mousing around on the web when I came across a well presented Indian website called Manas. When referring to the Black Hole, its tone and content is quite typical. Part of its commentary runs as follows:
This story was recounted by the survivor John Zephaniah Holwell, and soon became the basis for representing Indians as a base, cowardly, and despotic people. Innumerable journalistic and historical works recounted the story of the "Black Hole" of Calcutta, but Holwell's account was the sole contemporary narrative. ... It may even be possible to argue that the episode of the "Black Hole" never transpired. Though for the British it became an article of faith to accept the veracity of the episode in its most extravagant and sordid form, all accounts relied, without stating so, upon the sole authority of the contemporary narrative of Holwell.
Here we have a number of errors. Firstly, Holwell's testimony did not stand alone: in some ways it was not even the most important testimony! As far as Holwell's story being the basis for racial slurs, I have not come across a single instance of the tragedy being used to style the entire Indian race as 'base, cowardly, and despotic' or words to that effect. As for it being 'possible to argue that it never happened', I would dearly love to know how!
It is not my intention to attack the proprietors of the Manas website, who on other matters seem most fair and even-handed, indeed the above misinformation was probably obtained by them from another tainted source; yet it is nevertheless a clear and common example of what passes for historical comment amongst many Indian writers.The underlying motivation behind the story's detractors, is Indian national pride. As commendable as this may seem, it should not be an open license to distort history.
As already stated, to accept the Black Hole incident is to accept the Sir Robert Clivehad further cause for his aggressive behaviour in Bengal, over and above the recapture of Calcutta. This poses too many awkward questions for certain Indian historians who instinctively react by discounting the story, citing the most inconsequential reasons to back their prognosis and then passing off their conclusions as unarguable fact.
In our more enlightened century it is evident that there is no prestige or justice in an undemocratic, racist and exploitative empire: which sums up the erstwhile British Raj, however it is completely unforgivable to manipulate history in order to satisfy these, our 21stCentury sentiments. It would be extremely comfortable for us to portray Sirajas a freedom fighter and Cliveas a fascist on the rampage: this is both kind to Indian sentiments and is a comfortably simplistic concept, easy for everybody to identify and deal with - unfortunately 18th Century Bengal did not always aspire to our modern conceptions and ideals. We know that Sirajwas an evil deranged megalomaniac, who went on a killing spree as soon as he took control of Bengal, targeting both his compatriots and foreigners. Clive, a talented and charismatic leader,probably thought he was doing Bengal a genuine favour by backing Mir Jafar's bid for power, with of course a few benefits thrown in for the East India Company[22&91;, whose commercial interests Clive had to represent. As for Siraj, instead of being scorned for his appalling personality and for embroiling Bengal in an ill-timed, ill-managed, unprovoked and unnecessary war with Great Britain (which had disastrous consequences for all India) he is instead hailed as a national hero. This same fuzzy logic also clouds the contemporary Indian view of the Black Hole affair.
The objectionsto Holwell's story seems to be as follows:
1.Holwelland certain soldiers amongst them had known of the dimensions of the room into which they were going to be placed. So, why did they not resist?
i.) Holwellwas one of the first into the room. His account clearly states that he was pushed forward by the crowd who were being aggressively herded inside at gunpoint. He did indeed comment that had they known the internal dimensions of the room, 'we should at all events have rushed upon the guard, and been, as the lesser evil, by our own choice cut to pieces.' The crucial word here is 'we', which implied the crowd as a whole. The great majority of the people were civilians or militia and in total ignorance of the size of the cell, which served as a military lock-up. These militia or non-combatants were, in all likelihood, the ones that surged forward in order to get away from the surly looking troops advancing upon them. This pushed Holwelland his associates into the room.
Throughout history tens of millions of ordinary people have been herded to their certain deaths at gunpoint, without any resistance - it is a common phenomenon. Millions of Jews were murdered in World War II with quite meagre opposition, considering the scale of the tragedy.[23&91; There exists sad footage of groups of Jewish men actually running to line up along the edge of pits to be gunned down.
Why should these exhausted and disarmed Europeans of the 18th Century have acted any differently from Europeans of the 20thCentury,who were likewise packed into crowded gas chambers? Human psychology is a strange thing. History is littered with instances where a determined crowd could have escaped certain death by simply rushing their guards or instantaneously fleeing as a single body - yet rarely has it happened. Without weapons or organisation and under armed authority, demoralised groups of people have always been easily slaughtered.
2.There are certain doubts about Holwell's good character, as Clive in a letter dated January 1757, stated, 'Nothing but the want of a boat prevented [Holwell's&91; escape and flight with the rest.' He was a self-serving and unscrupulous individual whose statements must be treated with caution.
ii.) It is strange how some Indian writers have produced Sir Robert Clive, their great bugbear, as a character reference!!! Sir Robert Clive was notorious for his mood swings and not everything he uttered can be taken at face value. Many would like to claim that Holwell was a cowardly individual, but the evidence is very much to the contrary as we often read independent accounts of him being in the thick of the action during the siege. Holwell is sometimes depicted as a man with a political and racial grudge against Indians, which prompted him to lie and exaggerate in his account of the Black Hole - however all the evidence is very much to the contrary.
Holwelloften
proved to be fair minded and honourable. For example, on
'Mr Barton [the accused&91;, laying in wait seized Benautrom Chattojee opposite to the door of Council, and with the assistance of his bearers and two peons, tied his hands and feet, swung him upon a bamboo like a hog, carried him to his own house, there with his own hands beat him in the most cruel manner, almost to the deprivation of his life, endeavoured to force beef into his mouth, to the irreparable loss of his Brahman’s caste; and all this without giving ear to, or suffering the man to speak in his own defence to him.'[24&91;
The above statement clearly shows muchsympathy with the sufferings of the aggrieved servant, and the very fact that he brought the matter before Calcutta's highest governing body speaks volumes about the man's true character and attitude towards Indians.
John Zephaniah Holwell was the first Englishman to promote the idea of Hinduism as a religion and a nationality, and of it being rich in philosophy and of as much value as Anglicanism. These published thoughts were quite revolutionary as the religion had previously been described by Europeans largely in scathing terms: it had formerly been a 'detestable religion' with 'mad and foppish rites and ceremonies' with 'wicked sacrifices and impious costumes'.[25&91; Holwell, in the most eloquent and learned detail, challenged such attitudes and published his researches in: Interesting Historical Events, relating to the Provinces of Bengal and the Empire of Indostan. . . As also the Mythology and Cosmogony, Fasts and Festivals of the Gentoos, followers of the Shastah, and a Dissertation on the Metempsychosis, commonly, though erroneously, called the Pythagorean doctrine, in which Englishmen were asked not to apply their own rigorous standards to the Indians, and rather to let the Indians be guided by their own inspiration and genius. I conclude that Holwell was a rather enlightened character for his times and not the type of individual to spin a complicated web of lies for petty gain.
3.Raymond, a chronicler of late 18th Century Bengal, wrote 'Not a word here of those English shut up in the Black Hole…. This much is certain, that this event… is not known in Bengal; and even in Calcutta it is ignored by every man.'
iii.) After such an heinous experience it is a wonder that any of the survivors staid in India at all! In the years after the event, the white inhabitants of Calcutta were either newcomers or returnees who had lived with the subsequent shame of having left their countrymen to such an horrendous fate.
It is also worth considering that even by 18th Century standards, India was a land starved of news and information - prior to the incident and for many years afterwards (as already stated) the country did not possess a single newspaper nor were there any books being printed in Calcutta.If Raymond's comments are to be believed, it comes as no surprise that the facts were not generally known.
In Holwell's list of Black Hole survivors, he gives the names of only eleven Europeans, including Mrs. Carey. Of these Richard Court, was afterwards nominated to Council for 'behaving very well' - but did not have much time to enjoy this promotion or produce any interesting memoir as he died in 1758. His house was purchased by the Government in that year. Another survivor on the list, Ensign Walcot, died soon after he was released at Murshidabad- which left only nine Europeans to tell the tale. Of these we have three recorded affirmations of the story, one informally related, another formally related and a third published. In other words, a third of the European survivors recorded their stories each in their own way, which is probably as good as can be expected.
Orme, a very learned contemporary historian researched the incident probably as early as the late 1750's, the first volume of his epic work being printed before Holwell's narrative was published. Orme does not give his sources but from the superb detail of his descriptions it is evident that he gathered first hand accounts of what were quite recent events. He categorically confirms the Black Hole story, but slight and pardonable differences in his appraisal clearly relates to the fact that Holwell was not his source. Nevertheless, we have no end of historians today who, a quarter of a millennium after the event, claim to be wiser than scholarly Orme.
Despite this dearth of witnesses, there is much evidence to suggest that the affair was being spoken of within living memory of the incident. In 1768, whilst residing in Calcutta, Mrs. Nathaniel Kindersley wrote: 'About the middle of the town, on the river's edge, stands the old fort, memorable for the catastrophe of the Black Hole, so much talked of in England; it was in one of the apartments in it that the wretched sufferers were confined.' Rear Admiral JohnS. Stavorinus[26&91;, during his sojourn in the area between 1768 and 1771 noted: 'Near the tank, is a stone monument, erected in memory of thirty English prisoners, both men and women, who, when Calcutta was taken by the nabob Surajah Dowlah, were shut up in a narrow prison, without any refreshment, and suffocated for want of fresh air.'[27&91; Again, in the mid 1770's, Philip D. Stanhope[28&91; or 'Asiaticus', writes: '...the Black Hole, rendered famous by the deaths of our unfortunate countrymen, when the Nabob Surajah Dowlah took Calcutta by storm. An English lady[29&91;, who saw her husband perish at her feet, survived that miserable catastrophe, and the tyrant was so captivated with her beauty, that he promoted her to the honour of his bed, and she remained seven years in his seraglio, when she was released, at the request of Governor Vansittart, and is now alive at Calcutta.' Far from being unknown in Bengal, the event seems to have been the talk of the town for decades!
The incident was also mentioned by the artist William Hodges[30&91;, who visited the city in the 1780's - but by the end of this decade the story as told in the city seems to have become quite distorted and exaggerated. Grandpre, a Frenchofficer, who wrote A Voyage to the Indian Ocean and to Bengal, undertaken in 1789-90, when alluding to the taking of Calcutta, says:
The conqueror, when he got possession of the Fort at Calcutta, had the prisoners which he took there thrust one upon another into a hole outside the Fort, form which those only were fortunate enough to come out alive who happened to be uppermost in the heap. The rest were suffocated. In remembrance of so flagrant an act of barbarity, the English, who were conquerors in their turn, erected a monument between the old Fort and the right wing of the building occupied by the civil officers of the Company on the very spot where the deed was committed.
In 1888, H. E. Busteed, comments upon this remark: 'It may be presumed that this writer merely related the gossip which he gathered in Calcutta itself, only thirty-four years after the event which he does so erroneously describes.'
4.There were varying figures mentioned for fatalities in the Black Hole, therefore we are to believe that the entire story must be called into question.
iv.)It must be remembered that the room was jam packed and only partially illuminated. Busteed (Echoes from Old Calcutta, 1888) sums up the possible confusion as follows:
The retreats by the boats was such a hurried and disorganised one, that it is very unlikely that every woman and child but one was got off. Holwelland Cooke might easily have been mistaken considering that the thrusting into the prison occurred in the dark, and that in the morning they were very unfit for any observation, even were time and opportunity for it afforded, which was not the case, as the dead were immediately thrown promiscuously into the ditch of the unfinished ravelin and covered with earth.
At the time, estimates of how many people were in the hole varied from 146 to 170. Estimates of the fatalities range from 123 to 128. In terms of percentages, the differences in the numbers are petty and can easily be explained. An exact figure for casualties would have been far stranger under these chaotic circumstances! As any experienced police officer knows, identical statements from separate witnesses are usually a sign that a story has been cooked up.
The second Black Hole Memorial as it appeared in the early 20thCentury -since removed (Raphael Tuck & Sons Ltd).
5.The room could not have accommodated 150 people.
v.)Regarding the observation that 'the room was too small for 150 people', this is indeed absolutely correct, and therein lies the reason why so many died! The dimensions of the prison room are roughly given by Orme as 'not twenty feet square'. Holwellcalls it a cube of about eighteen feet; but Cooke[31&91; particularises a little more, and says it was about eighteen feet long and fourteen feet wide. If we use Holwell's estimate as an average, and base it on his estimate of 146 individuals then deduce that some ten percent were under the bench or lying over the heads and shoulders of others in an attempt to get to the window (whereby they would not have taken standing room) we find that each one of the inmates had almost 2.5 square feet to stand in, but even if all had been standing, and even if there had been 150 in the room, the issue can be settled as follows:
Black Hole of Calcutta: 548.64 cm. x 548.64 cm. (Holwell's estimate)
Adult Human. Floor Space: 54.5 cm. X 36.5 cm.
5 4 8 . 6 4 c m. ( 1 8f t)x5 4 8 . 6 4 c m. ( 1 8f t)
Qty = 150
6.Accounts differ as to how many women were involved, this also removes credibility from the story.
vi.)This is false. Nobody ever said there was only one woman present and nobody gave any form of estimate as to the number of female victims. Holwelland most others state that there was a woman present called Mary Carey but Holwellcertainly does not say in so many words that only 'one' woman went into the prison. Nor does Cookesay that there was only one woman. A Capt. James Mills talked of 'women' being present. A letter written by Thomas Boileu, in 1799 stated that Mary had been with her mother, and her sister and that there were a few other wives of soldiers in the room. In effect, accounts do not differ at all, as no witness contradicted any other witness.
7.No more than 43 of the garrison at Fort Williamwere unaccounted for after the evacuation; therefore, at most 43 Europeans died in the Black Hole. Jadunath Sarkar in the History of Bengal Vol. II, also writes: 'after evacuation and stealthy walking away already described by authentic records and admitted by Hill, 146 Britishers could not have been left…'
vii.)As to the debate whether there would have been 146 Europeans, it must be remembered that the above comment only refers to the garrison and not the militia, but more importantly Holwell does not claim that all the 146 incarcerated within the cell were Europeans! It is worth repeating that Rear Admiral JohnS. Stavorinus, during his sojourn in the area between 1768 and 1771 noted: 'Near the tank, is a stone monument, erected in memory of thirty English prisoners, both men and women, who, when Calcutta was taken by the nabob Surajah Dowlah, were shut up in a narrow prison, without any refreshment, and suffocated for want of fresh air'. He was there in the decade proceeding the tragedy and as a distinguished visitor he probably had this information narrated to him by good authority.
Dozens of able-bodied Europeans must have remained on the walls fighting a rearguard action whilst the last boats were being boarded, as by the time the last ships left, the fort was still being held,[32&91; other likely stalwarts were Eurasians or 'black Christians' who we are informed did remain in the fort. The fact that this criticism is so regularly repeated is indicative of the appalling bias and amateurish research of many critics. This error occurs as early as the 1790's, when Wilcocke, commenting on Rear Admiral John S. Stavorinus's brief mention of the episode, says:
The reader need scarcely be informed, that this mutilated account relates to the well-known tragic event, at the reduction of Calcutta, of the suffocation of 123, out of 146 English prisoners[33&91;, in the black hole prison. The scene of this horrid transaction has become proverbial among Englishmen for a place of insufferable torment, and together with the Inhuman tyrant, Surajah Dowlah, by whose order our countrymen were devoted to this cruel death.. The monument, which was erected by Mr. Holwell, one of the few survivors, and whose narrative of his sufferings is in every body's hands, is a handsome obelisk, about fifty feet high, inscribed with the names of the persons who died in the black-hole, and whose bodies were promiscuously thrown, the next morning, into the ditch of the fort.
Wilcocke had no right to sneer at the admiral's account, as he was probably a lot nearer the truth than he was given credit for. For propaganda purposes, dramatic effect or through sheer ignorance, the victims were stated as all being English. This misunderstanding has more-or-less continued unchecked for the last 200 years. Unsympathetic modern researchers, some with their own agendas, have picked up on these early misrepresentations and used them as a means of debunking the original accounts when in fact such statements had nothing to do with the all-important contemporary descriptions.
A common misapprehension sometimes arises with the term 'Portuguese' which was universally used in 18th Century Bengal in reference to Eurasians. Indeed, a full-blooded Indian who had converted to Catholicism and found himself in the service of the British, would have been labelled as Portuguese! Holwell himself mentions a 'Topaz' (Indian convert) bearing upon his right shoulder who he forcefully dislodged - he never refers to the crowd collectively as 'Europeans' or 'compatriots' but simply calls them 'wretches'. He also mentions another Eurasian, Mrs. Carey: 'a country born woman'. This lady claimed that some of her blood-relatives went into the Black Hole with her.
The first monument gives around 50 European names and describes the others as 'sundry other inhabitants, military and militia' - In my dictionary the word 'sundry' is defined as: 'oddments, accessories, items not needed to be specified - all and sundry, everyone [Old English&91;.' This strongly suggests that some reference is being made to Eurasians - indeed, it is most logical that light skinned Eurasian Christiansin European attire, Armenians and other 'collaborators' would have been thrown in with their European associates: in fact, we know they were.
8.Holwellhad ordered the gate to be opened before he fired on the Bengalis. This caused them to massacre the English. He then exaggerated the Black Hole to get himself off the hook.
Viii). No such event took place. There had been a spontaneous exchange of fire from both sides during a peace parley and a gate had been opened by certain individuals who had tried to flee at the end of the siege. Holwell's main condition during these brief discussions, was that their lives should be spared, which brings into question why the English should have then purposefully enraged the enemy in such a manner.
By all accounts, Holwell's actions had been heroic and exemplary. He had nothing to cover up. If he had personally enragedSirajand the Black Hole was the retribution, it would have been in Holwell's interests to down-play the events of that terrible night rather than to have exaggerated them.
9.The Black Hole of Calcutta soon became the principal justification for British rule in India and it was politically expedient for other witnesses and the state to support Holwell's story.
Viv.) The Black Hole of Calcutta was never the principal justification for British rule in India! I have not read a single 18thCentury document or memoir that makes such a claim. InThoughts on Improving the Government of the British Territorial Possessions in the East Indies (Printed for T. Cadell, in the Strand, 1780) the Black Hole incident is not even mentioned. In the 18thCentury, foreign territory was annexed and governed through 'right of conquest'. In this age of empires of absolute monarchs and of slavery, no excuses were required to exert authority over defeated peoples - especially 'black heathens'.
Siraj had attacked Calcutta, he had instigated a conflict which he had lost and the prize to the victors was Bengal. Politically speaking, the Black Hole incident was to some benefit but it was never too important. It was a tiny side-show, a mere footnote. By the early 19th Century, the original monument was in a sorry state of disrepair and the Black Hole itself had been demolished - so much for political significance!
10.Cookelied to help his friend Holwell, who he had even once stood bale for. He had financially benefited from the conquest of Bengal and it was within his interests to uphold the 'myth'.
X.) Can we really believe that Cooke would have taken the very grave and serious step of lying to a Select Committee to simply avoid hurting the feelings of a friend? The fact that Cooke had made money out of British administration in Bengal is a Red Herring, as he did not have to prove the Black Hole incident to justify his fortune. The mere fact that he had not fled with the departing ships and had stood his ground on the walls during the siege was sufficient to uphold his reputation, he did not need the additional gloss (or humiliation) ofthe Black Hole.
11. Muslimhistorians make no mention of the incident, though they were critical of Siraj.
XI.) The final point is, to my mind the only criticism that really holds water - yet this particular well of inspiration is a tad dry. Why did Muslim historians not mention the incident? We can speculate that writings have been lost, perhaps the truth was not widely known - what is for certain is that the aforementioned historians say nothing about European prisoners being well cared for nor do they say that all were safely accounted for the following day after the capture. In short, they neither contradict nor confirm the story.
In this desperate clamour to find fault, many have asked why the British did not simply run away. The curt answer is simply that the captives would not have been too inclined to escape as there was simply nowhere to run to. The British were very conspicuous in their appearance, it was one thing for the Company's Indian servants to abscond under such circumstances, but quite another for a European to attempt to do likewise. As the area was full of ill disciplined and vengeful Indian troops, it is likely that many thought themselves safer in captivity and under guard. We may recall that some individuals who tried to escape from sinking ships, were butchered on the riverbank. Orme records that a quantity men did try to run away immediately after the fort was taken, but this was only partially successful.[34&91;
It must be remembered that Cooke's testimony was a very serious business, made before parliament: a sworn statement making him liable to criminal prosecution if he had been proved a liar. This in itself must be regarded as very strong proof. Testimony is the basis of history and there are no contradictory testimonies as regards this particular story. I am also puzzled about what possible motive Cooke would have had to concoct a story together with Holwell, to the extent where he would carry the lie before parliament! It simply does not make sense. As far as Mrs. Careyis concerned, we are supposed to believe that she lied about the deaths of her family when she attested to the veracity of Holwell's account - a very severe and psychotic thing for her to have done, if, as her critics maintain, her words were spoken simply to uphold the fantasies of a deceased Englishman who had been dismissed from the Company's service and had left the city some decades before!
What really stands out about Holwell's account is its very intensity. On a subjective level, his description is so emotionally charged and full of such unexpected observations that it is hard to dismiss as a work of fiction. The conspiracy theory holds that the event was grossly exaggerated, it being a useful political expedient for the British. Nevertheless, at that particular time, Cliveand his associates had no need of the incident: British interests in Bengal had been attacked without provocation, Sirajhad opened the hostilities and the Company felt completely free to retaliate as they saw fit - with or without the horrors of the Black Hole.
Holwell's extensive list of the dead also brings forth the question; if they did not die in the Black Hole, where or how did these people die? He did not pull the names from thin air. The dead once belonged to a small European community. Most of the deceased had left grieving friends and relatives behind in India. In most cases, whatever the circumstances of their deaths, there would have been other living witnesses to their passing. It would have been impossible for Holwellto spin a web of lies in such a small and tight-nit European community and get away with it.
Far from being a bulwark for his for success, the incident was swept under the carpet and Holwell found himself sacked after he wrote a strongly worded letter. The 'Honourable Company' in December 1760 replied:
We do positively order and direct that immediately upon the receipt of this letter, all those persons still remaining in the Company's service who signed the said letter of the 29th December, viz., Messrs. J. Z. Holwell, &c. &c., be dismissed from the company's service; and you are to take care that they are not to be permitted on any consideration to continue in India, but that they are to be sent to England by the first ships that return home the same season you receive this letter.
Before this letter
reached India,
Holwellhad
already resigned. He returned to England and in later years, far from being
dismissive and racist towards Indians, he wrote the aforementioned
authoritative texts about Hinduism that were greatly praised evenby such a giant as Voltaire.[35&91;Yet some degree of misfortune dogged him still; as
on
At this juncture, we must consider a lamentable publication written in the 1970’s, by a Ms. Iris Macfarlane: an ill conceived book (in my humble opinion) entitled, The Black Hole or The Making of a Legend.In some opening remarks she states: 'The black hole does not matter, it is believing it that matters.' I believe that the slow and agonising death of over one hundred people does matter. They were real people; the siege was a real event. They were unarmed, they had surrendered and had been promised quarter - to be succinct, they deserved better. Whether any such horror happened in 1756, 1856 or 1956 is of no consequence, the human suffering is the same, they merit at least a modicum of respect, just as Indian victims of certain British atrocities deserve respect – in short, yes, the Black Hole matters, believing it is a side issue: a quaint luxury left to those who have never experienced atrocity.
Later, she establishes the groundwork for our so-called delusion: ' …this willingness to be duped, is based on fear and guilt.' Iris then goes into great poetic detail describing the innermost nature of such post-colonial 'fear and guilt', likening it to a mother and child. She does not specify whether all nations that once had an empire are subject to this emotionally disabling complex, or whether it is a peculiarly British affliction.
Ms. Macfarlane refers to the cell being 'pitch-dark' as if by doing so she were blowing a major hole in the long established story, claiming that he could have observed nothing or very little. Holwell could have known exactly what was going on in such a small and dark room full of people, as all conversations could have quite easily been heard, and thus an indication of passing events could have been attained. Yet this is perhaps besides the point, as the cell was not 'pitch-dark' anyway. Even a small child knows that within a completely dark room, a mere candle will softly illuminate a surprisingly large area. In the case of the Black Hole such subtle light would have come in through the windows. Holwelltells us that surrounding buildings were on fire[36&91;and outside, hundreds of soldiers gathered with lighted torches, more importantly he describes how their tormentors held up lanterns to the bars in order to sneer at the chaos and torment within – here are the light sources!
Her inept assault on the story continues unabated. She seems to express scornful surprise that Holwell was able to consult his watch and record hours and half-hours. This he certainly would have done as they were informed that they were being imprisoned 'for the night' and that the Nawab would be consulted about their dire situation when he awoke – dawn would have therefor been eagerly awaited and the passing of the hours would have been a point of anxious interest.
Some of her criticisms are (in my opinion) embarrassingly inane, and she is apparently grasping at any straws to confirm a preconceived conclusion. For example, she questions why Holwell was not thrown against the opposite wall of the cell if he was the first one in and there were so many people pushing from behind, and asks how he was able to reach the window on the side wall. Obviously she never attended a popular football match or an eagerly attended rock concert to see the doors fly open and the crowd push forward! If a mass of people try to push through a small door at the same time, the first to enter will fan out. Ms. Macfarlane is of the opinion that the victims should have imitated a gang of cartoon characters, heading into the room in a single compact column and hitting the far wall like a battering ram!
This is not the end of her razor sharp commentary, for she then raises acidic little queries: 'An attempt was made to force the door open, though how in the scrum he did not say.' Here she brings to light an important point, for indeed, all they had available were their bare palms and fists. To beat a strong door down with these, would have been vain and fruitless. This is probably why Holwell wrote: 'Many unsuccessful attempts were made to force the door; for having nothing more than our hands to work with, and the door opening inward, all endeavours were vain and fruitless.'
Our intrepid historian continues unabated: '..they disrobed, all except for their hats, for these were soon being used to pass water through the windows (how exactly, since the window was barred he did not say)'. Holwell does state that they were 'forced through the bars.'The hats in question were without doubt three-cornered cloth caps, not steel helmets and could have easily been slightly bent in the middle ('forced') so as to be passed through the bars, or the hats could have been tilted slightly and inserted through the gaps, retaining some of the liquid therein - or is that too simple?
Alas, it continues: 'During that time he tried to drink his urine(out of his hat, or shoes? He did not say).' At this point she begins to lose the plot completely. It also becomes evident that a woman has written this criticism, being unfamiliar with the male urinary wonder that is the penis. He would not have had the room to drink his urine from a hat, nor like champagne from a slipper - this goes without saying! Logic dictates that he would have simply urinated into his cupped hand and raised the bitter liquid to his mouth. To crown this painfully lame commentary she asks why he had not used his small knife against the guards. Well, for one thing, to have done so would have been completely suicidal. Was he to defeat the entire army with his 'small clasp penknife'? (She did not say). Based on such crass and churlish criticisms she then refers to Holwell's testimony as being 'patently a parcel of lies.'
Her views can probably be judged from her jaundiced view of British history in India. She writes that all Europeans (the British, Dutch, Portuguese and French) were contemptuous of Indians right from the earliest times[37&91;, she seems to make no ready exceptions to this hard and fast rule, accusing Europeans of 'holding their contempt in reserve while it was judicious to do so, until the forts were constructed and the block houses built and the royal signatures obtained on the documents of possession.' By this reckoning the 'contempt' (in Bengal) started in 1696 when the Governor's House and the warehouse were fortified as a result of Shobha Singh's rebellion. But even some fifty years later these 'defences' were not much to write home about. James Mitchell[38&91;, who visited the city in 1748, noticed that 'the Governor's House and the Company's store and warehouses' were 'surrounded by a high wall without a moat, with bastions planted with a few canon and a battery of 30 guns facing the river, and a feeble garrison... The town of Calcutta is about two miles north of the Fort... open, without any defence of great extent'.Mitchell went on to observe that the houses of the British were scattered at a small distance from the fort, impeding its defence. The very year before the loss of Calcutta, Captain Leigh Jones, the commandant of the artillery, pointed out the ruinous state of the fortifications, and urged their being repaired. Such were Ms. Macfarlane's forts andblockhouses!
The so-called holes in Holwell's story are imaginary. The criticisms are paper tigers that do not stand up to logical and historical scrutiny. Well-meaning Indian patriots and their politically correct allies have over the course of many decades created a myth that a fact is fantasy. These 'holes in the story' have become the 'emperors new clothes' - only a fool is supposed to deny they exist, despite the obvious fact that the monarch is nude!
'Time - the Devourer of Everything'
(Ovid Metamorphoses)
In 1803, when Lord Valentiamade his grand tour. The Black Hole prison was still in existence, albeit in a dilapidated state. It was then so full of merchandise that he could not even get in. Nine years later when it was on the point of being completely demolished, a writer who styled himself Asiaticus[39&91; left an account of it in a letter to the Asiatic Journal:
The formidable Black Hole is now no more. Early in the year 1812, I visited it. It was situated in the Old Fort of Calcutta and was then on the eve of demolition. Since that time the Fort has come down, and on its site have been erected some extensive, warehouses of the Company. I recollect joining one of the party in Calcutta for the purpose of paying a last visit to this melancholy spot. It consisted of three married ladies, two gentlemen, their husbands and myself. The ladies were successful, by noise and laughter, in dissipating gloomy recollection, but I had been better pleased had they suffered us to recall in some measure to our minds those events connected with the spot on which we stood. It presented on entering, the appearance of an oven: being long, dark and narrow. One window, if I recollect right, was the utmost, and this secured by bars. The escape of even the small number who survived the horrid fate of the rest is surprising, and can only be accounted for by the accident of their being near the window, and the night air, which in Bengal is commonly damp, allaying the fever which consumed the rest. Perhaps too the pungent effluvia of the dead bodies, which on all sides surrounded them, may have possessed on the atmosphere, in some slight degree, the effects of vinegar; thus converting what at the moment must have appeared the most dreadful of evils into a security for those who outlived the night.
At this juncture, t is well worth mentioning a very curious declaration made by Captain E. Buckle in his history of the Bengal Artillery. ‘The following’, says Buckle, ‘was copied from an inscription on charcoal on the wall of a small mosque on the declivity of a hill about a mile from Chunar, and the same distance from the Ganges, in October, 1780:
This is the place of confinement of Ann Wood, wife of Lieutenant John Wood, taken prisoner by Jaffer Beg, Commander to Sir Roger Dowler [Siraj&91;, taken out of the house at Calcutta where so many unhappy gentlemen suffered; the said Jaffer Beg obtained promotion of Segour Dowler [sic&91; for his long service, Foujdar of ChunarGar. I, Alexander Campbell, was taken, along with the unfortunate lady, at eleven years old, by the same persons, who made me a eunuch; my only employment was to attend this lady, which I did in this place for four years.
In 1891, when a portion of the old Custom Housewas pulled down, and the ground opened up for laying the foundations of the new offices of the Calcutta Collectorate. The walls and lower dungeon of the Black Hole were found, and the site being now fixed without doubt, the opportunity was taken to mark the spot with a granite slab, which bore, however, no inscription. An obelisk that once memorialised the event has been banished to a corner of St. John's church (a little south of BBD Bagh) where it is at least in good company, Admiral Watson is also buried here and this is where Job Charnockhas his octagonal mausoleum. The graveyard is not well looked after and is choked by weeds.
Sir Robert Clive
Includes certain extracts from Colonel G. B. Malleson's:
Lord Cliveand the Establishment of the English in India (1907).
Calcutta was retaken largely through the efforts of Sir Robert Cliveand his subsequent activities in Bengal laid the foundations for British rule in Bengal and India as a whole.
A full portrayal of his extraordinary eventful career can not be discussed here fully as much of it took place in South India yet in order to get a fuller understanding of the man and his character something should be said of his previous achievements and misadventures.
Because of the extraordinary length of his outward passage, Clivearrived in Madraspenniless and a gentleman resident in that city, to whom he carried letters of introduction had already quitted the place and returned to Europe. Under these circumstances Clivewas forced to borrow from the captain of the ship in which he had come out; and he complained (probably not without reason) of the exorbitant interest placed upon the loan.
Being reserved in manner, proud, and destitute of recommendations to any of the residents of Madras, he kept aloof from them all, and was of course in his turn ignored. Eight months after his arrival, he writes emotionally to a cousin:
I have not been unacquainted with the fickleness of fortune, and may safely say I have not enjoyed one happy day since I left my native country; I am not acquainted with any one family in the place, and have not assurance enough to introduce myself without being asked.
He soon began to get depressed and acquired a black depression that never afterwards wholly left him. Besides being wayward and irritable to a degree which rendered him an unsafe companion, Clivebegan already to labour under occasional suicidal outbursts that may explain much of his impetuous bravery in battle.
In one of his bleak moods he decided to blow his brains out. He withdrew one day to his own room in the Writer's Buildings. A few hours afterwards one of his companions knocked at the door, and was admitted. He found Clive seated in a far corner of the apartment, with a table near him, on which lay a pistol. 'Take it and fire it over the window,' said Clive, pointing to the weapon. His friend did so; and it fired. No sooner was the gun heard than Clive, jumping from his seat, exclaimed, 'I twice snapped that pistol at my own head, and it would not go off.'
In 1848 the Rev. G. R. Glieg commented:'Strange as this story may read, it is not unlikely to be true. The explosion of a pistol at last which has previously missed fire is an event of too frequent occurrence to stagger the most sceptical; and the after-career of the man affords sufficient ground for believing that there were many moments in his life when the thought of self-destruction was not unlikely to be present with him.'
Bored of the Company's cash, brown maidens, golden beaches and swaying palm-trees, he seems to have pined for -of al places- Manchester, and with a vivid intensity. Writing to one of his cousins, he says:
I must confess, at intervals, when I think of my dear native England, it affects me in avery particular manner. If I should be so far blessed as to revisit again my own country, but more especially Manchester, the centre of all my wishes, all that I could hope for or desire would be presented before me in one view.
The war of Austrian succession, which had for some years desolated Europe, in was extended in 1745 and 1746 to Asia. England and Francehad taken opposite sides in the quarreland the French fleets obtained a temporary dominance of the Indian seas. The chief seat of her power was, nearby Pondicherry, where Dupleix, a man of great ambition and some talent, actively plotted the overthrow of British power in South Asia.
Madraswas taken and the English Governor with some of the chief members of the factory, was conveyed under guard to Pondicherry, and marched through the town in the manner of captives in a Roman procession. As for Clive, he escaped from the French clutches by blackening his face and dressing as an Indian, after which he took shelter at Fort St. David.
For some time after his arrival, Cliveappears to have led a life of 'unprofitable indolence'. His services were not required at this commercial establishment already overstaffed with clerks - the onset of hostilities having compelled most of them to suspend their commercial undertakings. Bored and frustrated, he sought solace at the gaming-table. It happened upon a certain occasion that two officers with whom he had been engaged in a game were found to be cheating. They had won significant sums of money form various persons present, and among those stung was young Clive; who refused to pay. A quarrel ensued and, in typical Georgian fashion, one of them demanded a duel. The combatants met to settle the dispute. Clive was the first to fire, but missed, and stood at the mercy of his adversary. Who walked up to him, pointed the pistol to his head and threatened to blow his brains out if he did not get an apology. Clivetold him to 'fire and be damned!' Had his adversary done so India's history would have taken a different course - as it was, he simply laughed, called him mad and departed.
Clivefought bravely when the fort was attacked by the French. Being quite calm in battle and indifferent to incoming fire, his reckless exposure to enemy fire did not go unnoticed and he received his first promotion.
It was not just his suicidal bravery but also his sharp mind that gained him respect and success. He thought nothing of frontally attacking a foe whilst desperately outnumbered, yet at the same time always chose a right time and place to attack.
On one occasion he was sleeping in a tent when the enemy sneaked into the camp. Bullets started ripping through the fabric. A shot splintered the foot of his bed and a servant that slept nearby was killed. Clive, thinking that the commotion was caused by his own troops nervously firing at fleeting shadows, charged outside screaming abuse and orders at a group of sepoys [Indian soldiers&91;, who turned out to be enemy troops and gashed him twice with their swords. Realising his mistake, he rallied his own men, took a number of French prisoners and repelled the attack.
In another engagement, almost all the Englishmen to his left and right fell dead and injured, but Clivedid not falter and pushed on with the attack, had he retreated, a line of Sepoys slowly advancing behind the insane bullet-proof Englishmen would certainly have followed suit and ran.
His victories were mostly gained with Indian troops, who noticed his luck and skill and willingness to share their risks. Moreover, the East India Company were very methodical and reliable when it came to paying their wages; something they could not always rely upon when serving native princes. With the help of such loyal troops, Clivepulled off some of the most remarkable victories in British military history, against French, Indian and even Dutchadversaries.
Much must remain untold, as our story begins in 1756 when news reached Madrasof the fall of Calcutta.
The story of the capture of Kasimbazarreached Madrason the 15thof July. The Governor immediately despatched a detachment of 230 European troops for the Hooghly, under command of Major Kilpatrick, and his detachment reached its position off the village of Fulta, on the 2ndof August.
It was not until three days after the arrival of Kilpatrick at Fultathat information of the Black Hole outrage reached Madras. The position there was critical. The Governor was in daily expectation of hearing that war had been declared with France, and he had already parted with a large detachment of his best troops. The question was whether, in the presence of the possible danger likely to arise from France, he should still further denude the Presidency he administered. The discussion was long. It was finally resolved to dispatch to the Hooghly every available ship and man. The discussion as to the choice of the commander was still more prolonged; but, after others had insisted on their rights, it was finally determined to commit the command of the land-forces to Clive-who had been summoned from Fort St. George,however, to Admiral Watson, went the command of the naval squadron. It was not until the second week of October that every detail was settled, nor until the sixteenth of that month that the fleet set sail towards the the Hooghly.
The land-forces at the disposal of Cliveconsisted (including the few remnants of Kilpatrick’s detachment[40&91;, which had suffered greatly from disease) of 830 Europeans, 1200 sepoys, and a detail of artillery, one ship, containing over 200, had not arrived, and many were on the sick-list.
On the 17thof December Watson had written to the Nawab to demand redress for the losses suffered by the Company, but no answer had been vouchsafed. As soon then as all the ships had assembled off Fulta, Watson wrote again to inform him that they should take the law into their own hands. On the 27ththe fleet weighed anchor, and stood upwards. On the 29thit anchored off Maiapur, a village ten miles below the fort of Baj-baj.[41&91; It was obvious to both commanders that that fort must be taken; but a difference of opinion occurred as to the mode in which it should be assailed, Cliveadvocated proceeding by water, and landing within easy distance of the place, Watson insisting that the troops should land near Maiapur, and march thence. Clive, much against his own opinion, followed this order. Landing, he covered the ten miles, and posted his troops in two villages from where it would be easy to attack the fort the following day. The troops, tired with the march, and fearing no enemy, then lay down to sleep. But the Governor of Calcutta had reached Baj-baj that very morning with a force of 2000 foot and 1500 horse. He had noted, unseen, all the dispositions of Clive, and at nightfall he sallied forth to surprise him. The surprise took effect, in the sense that it placed the English force in very great danger. But it was just one of those situations in which Clive was at his very best. He recognised at that moment that if he were to cause his troops to fall back beyond reach of the enemy's fire, there would be a great danger of a panic. He ordered therefore the line to stand firm where it was, whilst he detached two platoons, from different points, to assail the enemy. One of these suffered greatly from the enemy's fire, but the undaunted conduct of the English in pressing on against superior numbers so impressed the native troops that they fell back, despite the very gallant efforts of their officers to rally them. Clive was then able to form his main line in an advantageous position, and shot from one of his field-pieces grazing the turban of their commander, which unnerved him and he gave the signal to retire.
On reporting the engagement to the Governor of Madras, Clivestated that his losses in this encounter were greater than could well be spared if such skirmishes were to be often repeated. One ensign-and nine privates were killed, and eight wounded. But the enemy's losses were much higher and the people in the surrounding countryside spread exaggerated and demoralising tales about how bad the defeat was.
After that, some debate ensued about storming the fort. The ships had taken-out the fort's cannons, and Captain Coote was keen to launch an attack. Clive, sensibly gave orders that this was not to be done till the light of day the next morning.
The English made camp for the night, slept, waited and kept watch.Apparently, an utterly drunkIrish sailor named Strahan, was not satisfied with this arrangement and decided that if the army and navy were going to idly procrastinate, then he would have to do the job himself.
Armed with a cutlass and pistol he sneaked away from the camp and staggered towards the fort. He entered it through a breach, and discovered a number of Indian soldiers sitting on a platform. He discharged his pistol at them at close range and laid into them him his sword, screaming, 'the place is mine!'
The Indians counter attacked and the sailor began to fight desperately for his life, even to the point where he broke his sword. Shocked at hearing the noise of close combat at such an early hour, the British sent some soldiers to investigate. These soon got sucked into the fray, as did others who came to their aid. As more and more British firepower slowly came to bare, the Indians withdrew.
The fort had been taken but the English officers were not amused by the anarchic and disorderly manner in which it had been achieved. Strahan was dragged before the Admiral for gross breach of military discipline, and asked why he had taken it upon himself to attack the fort, he responded: 'Why, to be sure, Sir, it was I who took the fort, but I hope there was no harm in it.'
The humour of the situation was not completely lost on the admiral, but orders were orders. Strahan was sternly reprimanded. As he was being dragged away by the guards, he muttered'if I am flogged for this here action, I will never take another fort by myself as long as I live, by God!'
This farce was
however the last and only resistance by the Siraj's army before Calcutta was reoccupied - on
A great altercation took place between that officer and Watson as to the appointment of Governor of that town. Watson had actually nominatedMajor EyreCoote, but Cliveprotested so strongly that, eventually Watson himself took possession, and then handed the keys to Mr. Drake, the same Drake who had so shamefully abandoned the place at the time of Siraj's attack. Three days later Clivestormed the important town of Hugli, once a Portuguese settlement, afterwards held by the English, but at the time occupied for the Nawab.
Meanwhile that prince, collecting his army, numbering about 40,000 men of sorts, was marching to recover his lost conquest. To observe him Clivetooka position at Kasipur, a suburb of Calcutta. As the Nawab approached, the English leader made as though he would attack him, but finding him prepared, he drew back to await a better opportunity. By the 3rdof February the entire army of the Nawab had encamped just beyond the regular line of the Maratha ditch. Clive despatched two envoys to negotiate with the Nawab, but finding that they were received with derision and insults, he borrowed some sailors from the Admiral, and, obtaining his assent to the proposal, resolved to attack him before dawn of the next day. Accordingly at three o’ clock on the morning of the 4thof February, Clivebroke up, and, under the covers of one of those dense fogs so common in Bengal about Christmas time, penetrated within Siraj's camp. Again he was in imminent danger. For when, at six o’ clock, the fog lifted for a few seconds, he found the enemy's cavalry massed along his flank. They were as surprised at the proximity as was Clivehimself, and a sharp volley sent them scampering away. The fog again descended : Cliveknew not exactly where he was; his men were becoming confused and Cliveknew that the step from confusion to panic was but a short one but he never lost his presence of mind. He kept his men together; and when at eight O'clock, there was a second lifting of the fog, he recognised that he was in the very centre of the enemy's camp, he marched boldly forward, and not only extricated his troops, but so impressed Sirajthat he drew off his army, and on the 9th signed a treaty, by which he covenanted to grant to the English more than their former privileges, and promised the restoration of the property he had seized at the capture of Calcutta. This accident of the fog and its consequences form, indeed, the keynotes of the events that followed. The circumstances connected with it completely dominated the mind of the Siraj; instilled into his mind so great a fear of the English leader that he came entirely under his influence, and, though often kicking against it, remained under it to the end.
I think, deep down, Sir Robert Clivewould have liked to have died a violent and heroic death -perhaps killed at the head of his troops by a well aimed Indian bullet or cut down in battle by a dozenrazor-sharp lances. He gave fate ample opportunity to effect this, and there were no end of Indians who would have been delighted to offer him the service - yet it was not to be.
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Tis said now that tis certain Lord Clivekill'd himself, and the reason given for this unhappy action is the horror of his mind.... The method he took to deprive himself of life was, I believe what nobody ever thought of before; he cut his throat with a little instrument that is bought at the Stationers to scratch out anything upon paper; I don't know what it is called; but 'tis so small he must have been some time before he could affect his purpose, and must have been very determined to proceed when he was giving himself such terrible pain: reason there can be none for such action, but I wish to know what it was that could give him so dreadful a thought.
Lady Mary, 1774.
Detail from The Black Hole of Calcutta Memorial (photo taken by author in 2004)
REST IN PEACE
[1&91;I must have seen at least ten different spellings of this same name, the above and 'ud Dowla' seems to be the most common.
[2&91;A History of the Military Transactions of the British Nation in Indostan from the Year MDCCXLV. (Vol. I 1763, Vol. II in two parts, 1778).
[3&91;'In the beginning of April [1756&91; letters had been received from England, informing the presidency that war with Francewas inevitable, and ordering them to put the settlement in a state of defence; but to do this work was impossible without building the fort anew. However, a great number of labourers were sent to repair a line of guns which extended on the brink of the river to the Western side of the fort.' (Orme - Military Transactions of the British Nation in Indostan from the Year MDCCXLV, 1778).
[4&91;So prominent was this unfinished earthwork that for decades the British residents were termed 'the Ditchers'.
[5&91;'This cast is called here topas, from the word topi, which signifies in the Portuguese language a hat. The name is given to such Indians as change their own for the European dress, and wear a hat instead of a turban.' (Grandpre, 1790).
[6&91;H.E. Busteed (Echoes from Old Calcutta, 1888) seems to put much emphasis on the usefulness of the artillery captured at Kasimbazar, Orme however berates this armament. (Military Transactions of the British Nation in Indostan from the Year MDCCXLV, 1778).
[7&91;A letter to the Dutchfrom Siraj, 1756: 'I had written to you from Moorshedabad that you were to join your power to the King's army for the destruction of the wicked English by water, though your not doing so is of no account whatever and you were asked only to put you to the test, for by God's blessing and help I am so strongly provided that I find myself able to exterminate ten such nations as these English, and if you wish to ensure the continuation of the Company's trade in this country, you will have to act in accordance with what I caused to be made known to you.' Being frustrated with Dutchinaction Sirajranted: 'Tell the Hollanders, they must bring me twenty lacs [2 million&91; of rupees or I will ruin them as I have done the English'.
[8&91;A general term for a East India Company employee.
[9&91;The Frenchsettlement.
[10&91;The road from Lalbazarto the Old Church was formerly named the 'Rope Walk'.
[11&91;Considering Siraj's hugely disproportionate losses during this siege, reports of such heroism can be taken seriously.
[12&91;Nirad C. Chaudhuri in his excellent book Robert Cliveof India, gives some insight into this Bengali insult. Banchot is apparently a Bengali corruption of the Hindi abusive phrase Bahen Chod, often preceded by the word Sala - which translates as 'O Brother-in-law, fuck your sister' - an expression of extreme contempt.
[13&91; Mrs. Carey’s age at the time of the interview is given as fifty-eight. The famous note reads ''August 13, 1799: - This afternoon between the hours of 10 and 11 O'clock, visited by appointment, in company of with Mr. Charles Child, at her house in Calcutta, situated in an angle at the head of the Portuguese Church Street, and east of the church, Mrs. Carey, the last survivor of those unfortunate persons who were imprisoned in the Black Hole at Calcutta, on the capture of the place in 1756 by Siraj-ud-Dowla. This lady, now fifty-eight years of age, as she herself told me, is of a size rather above the common stature; and very well proportioned: of a fair Mesticia [Mestiza&91; colour, with correct regular features, which gave evident marks of beauty which must once have attracted admiration. She confirmed everything which Mr. Holwellhad said on the subject of the Black Hole in his letters, and added that besides her husband, her mother, Mrs. Eleanor Watson (her name by second marriage), and her sister, aged about ten years, had also perished therein, and that other women, the wives of soldiers, and children, had shared a like fate there.'
[14&91; 'This platform was raised between three and four feet from the floor, open underneath: it extended the whole length of the east side of the prison, and was above six feet wide.' (Original note by Holwell).
[15&91; 'Rajah Monickchund, appointed by the Suba governor of Calcutta'. (Original note by Holwell).
[16&91; 'A black Christian soldier: usually termed subjects of Portugal.' (Original note by Holwell).
[17&91; 'Unable to fall by the throng and equal pressure round.' (Original note by Holwell).
[18&91;John Mills survived the ordeal. When on leave in England a few years later he married a famous actress 'who loved him for the dangers he had passed'. The lady, who had previously been a widow, returned with him to India.
[19&91;'A sentence of death common in Indostan.' (Original note by Holwell).
[20&91;'A coach drawn by oxen.' (Original note by Holwell).
[21&91;As regards this fitful show of solidarity, Holwelladds: 'The whole body of Armenianmerchants too were most kind and friendly to us; particularly Aga Manuel Satoor: we were not a little indebted to the obliging good-natured behaviour of Messrs. Hastingsand Chambers, who gave them as much of their company as they could. They had obtained their liberty by the Frenchand DutchChiefs becoming bail for their appearance. This security was often tendered for us, but without effect.'
[22&91;Anonymous notes on the East India Company from 1780 (from Thoughts on Improving the Government of the British Territorial Possessions in the East Indies): ‘The Court of Directors, or in other words a committee of merchants, are in the nature of things unfitted for the purpose of governing that country in which their exclusive monopoly is exercised. Merchandize is the first object with merchants. Government will only be an accessory, a mere secondary consideration, subservient to its principle. To sell very dear and purchase cheap by dint of authority and power, will be the neutral consequence of this impolitic union of the mercantile and sovereign characters; and temporary profit will in a great degree take place of lasting policy, even among the Directors. The mercantile character is no way suited to the exercise of authority, nor can they maintain in any other way than by the assistance of military force. The first object with a body of professional men, is their profession. Merchandise is the first object with merchants. Government will only be an accessory, a mere secondary consideration, subservient to its principle. To sell very dear, and to purchase cheap by dint of authority and power, will be the natural consequence of this impolitic union of the mercantile and sovereign characters; and temporary profit will in a great degree take place of lasting policy, even among the Directors. The mercantile character is no way suited to exercise authority, nor can they maintain it in any other way than by the assistance of military force. The Directors of the company are nothing more than a committee ofthe stock holders, chosen from among themselves by ballot; and when they are just chosen, almost the whole of the government interest in India as well as the trading concerns of the company, is committed to their charge, subject to the review of the stockholders at large is the welfare of twelve millions of people [Bengal&91;. Nothing surely can be more contrary to every principle of government which has been known among men, than that such a fate should ultimately depend upon the votes of a large number of accidental proprietors of stock, men of all nations and all descriptions, who purchase a share of its government today and may sell it again tomorrow. It may I believe be safely asserted, that the government of a distant Empire was never before placed in a body of men so fluctuating in nature, and related to the subject-matter of their government by no other tie, than that of getting a tolerable interest for one or two thousand pounds.’ Viscount George Valentia, 1803: ‘In spite of the many abuses which existed from the want of education and capacity in those invested with the magistracy of the country the situation of those provinces, where the administration of the Government had been chiefly confided to Europeans, was, under every disadvantage, happier and more flourishing than the situation of those principally ruled by native authorities.’
[23&91;The famous and spirited uprising in the Warsaw Ghetto only claimed the lives of about one hundred SS and Polish policemen.
[24&91;From Carey's The Good Old Days of Honourable John Company, 1877.
[25&91;William Bruton.
[26&91;'Mr. Stavorinus[1739-1788&91; was post-captain in the naval service of the Stabes-General; but a long period of peace, and the little employment that occurred in the Dutchnavy for men of enterprise and abilities, prompted him to request permission to go on a voyage to the East-Indies as captain in the employ of the DutchEast-India Company, retaining, however, his rank of Captain in the navy. He was afterwards promoted to the rank of rear-admiral, which he held at the time of his death.' (Wilcocke, 1798).
[27&91;The wording'to the memory of' would indicate that he is only referring to the Europeans that died andnot to the overall quantity of people interned and non-European fatalities. Some twenty years later, Thomas Twining observed: ' I entered the tank square, as the great area was called, stood an obelisk in a neglected ruinous state. As it was only a few yards out of my way, I went up to it. From my very early years few things had filled my mind with more horror than the very name of the Black Hole of Calcutta, although the exact history of its tragic celebrity was unknown to me. With peculiar force was this impression revived, when, on deciphering an almost obliterated inscription, I found that the column which I beheld was the monument which had been erected to the memory of the victims of that horrible massacre. A native who accompanied me pointed to the part of the fort south of the principal gate in which the fatal dungeon itself was situated.' The original monument was struck by lightening!
[28&91;Stanhope reached Calcutta in September, 1774. He left Calcutta on the 30th of December, 1774, but was shipwrecked on the coast of Orissa. He survived and returned to Calcutta in March 1775. In April 1775, he finally made a successful journey southward and never returned to Calcutta (See 'SHIPWRECKED IN ORISSA 1775'). He wrote under the pen name "Asiaticus", as did several others.
[29&91;The reference is obviously to Mrs. Carey. Hawkesworth's The East India Chronologist, 1801, P. 90: ‘A
native (Portuguese-progeny) lady. She was the wife of Peter Carey, a Naval
Officer, who was suffocated in that fatal prison. Mr. Holwellinforms us she was then in
the bloom of youth and beauty, which caused her detention, and when the other
prisonerswere liberated, this charming
weeping captive was led to grace the Zenana of the General, Meer Jaffier, from
whence she shortly afterwards escaped to Calcutta and the protection of the
reinstated English. She died on
[30&91;William. Hodges (1744 -1797), Painter and Royal Academician, born in
Londonin 1744, was only child of a
smith, who kept a small shop in St. James Market. He retired from the
profession in 1790 and in 1795 settled at Dartmouth; and opened a bank. The
troubles, however, which affected the financial world at the time proved the
ruin of his firm. Hodges died shortly afterwards at Brixham, Devonshire, of gout in the stomach, on
[31&91;Secretary Cookesurvived the incident, became member of Council and afterwards gave evidence before the Parliamentary Committee of 1772.
[32&91; As regards the abandonment of those still battling the enemy, Holwellobserves: 'They know the desperate state they had left and abandoned us in, without all possibility of means of escape or retreat; and this their own doing. They were sensible we had not ammunition to defend the Fort two days, or if we had, that our strength, with continued fatigue, watching, and action ,was exhausted, and that we were reduced to the wretched alternatives of either sacrificing our lives by resolving to die sword in hand, or surrender ourselves to an enraged and merciless enemy; and yet neither ships, vessels or boats were sent to favour our retreat, inquire what was our fate, or whether we existed or had perished.'
[33&91;Busteed also claims that 146 Europeanswere left behind, but he does not give his source.
[34&91;'...about 20 of the garrison ran to the N.W. Bastion, and dropped from the embrasures, where some escaped along the slime of the river, and others were surrounded and taken prisoners.' (Orme - Military Transactions of the British Nation in Indostan from the Year MDCCXLV, 1778).
[35&91; Fragmens historiques sur l’Inde.
[36&91;Holwellrelates: 'Then a general prayer to heaven, to hasten the approach of the flames to the right and left of us' (Interesting Historical Events Relative to the Province of Bengal and the Empire of Indostan. p. 264) a clear indication that the nearby flames were visible through both windows, and conceivably shedding light into the small room.
[37&91;As an indication of the high esteem in which India was placed, right up until the beginning of the 18thcentury, we have such books as Geography Anatomised written by P. Gordon and published in England when Calcutta was in its third year. Under the section titled: 'India, comprehending the Great MogulsEmpire', we read: 'It aboundeth very much with spices of all sorts, and Civets. It furnisheth the best Medicinal Drugs, and all kinds of Metals…. It is also very famous for Camels, Apes, Serpents, Rhinocerots and Elephants. In a word, there is no Country in the World richer than this…. Commodoties of Peninsula India are Metals, Silks, Cottons, Pearls, Drugs, Coco’s, Rice, Ginger, Cinnamon, Pepper, Caffia, &c. And lastly, The chief Commodities of India extra Gangem, are Gold, Silver, precious Stones, Silks, Porcelline Earth, Aloes, Musk, Rhubarb, Alabaster, &c.The inhabitants of this Country, viz. the Indians, are generally affirm’d to be a people tall of Stature, strong of Body, and in Complexion inclining to that of Negroes. In their Behaviour they are said to be abundantly civil, and many of them are wonderfully ingenious. They abhor fraud in their dealings, and are punctual observers of their word. ' Predating this book, we have works such as Newes from the East Indies or Voyage to Bengalla, One of the Greatest Kingdomes... by William Bruton(1638). This early traveller to Orissa, certainly had an aversion to Hinduism, but of the Hindus themselves, he writes: 'These people are notable ingenious men; let it be in what art or science soever, and will imitate any workmanship that shall be brought before them: for the most part of them hate idleness, and those that do no study in some art or other, are counted droanes and dead men amongst the best and chiefest sort of people: They have a custom, that always before dinner they do call their childrenand young people in their houses together and do examine how they had spent their time from the sunne-rising, and if they could not give a good account of it, they were not admitted to the table; and so every day, and if they did not improve themselves the next time in some knowledge of laudable things, they are most severely chastised.' Long after the 'fortifications' were built, there emerge innumerable examples ofan understanding between many Englishmen and Indians, not just from ordinary working people, but from men of rank and importance. Lest I stray too far from the point I can give but a few examples here, but please take me at my word that the following quotations are far from unique. In 1825, Bishop Heber (a great chronicler of the city) wrote: 'Of the people, so far as their natural character is concerned, I have been led to form, on the whole, a very favourable opinion. They have, unhappily, many of the vices arising from slavery, from an unsettled state of society, and immoral and erroneous system of religion. [Castes, human sacrifice, Sati, etc.&91; But they are men of high and gallant courage, courteous, intelligent, and most eager after knowledge and improvement with a remarkable aptitude for the abstract sciences, geometry, astronomy, &c., and for the imitative arts, painting and sculpture. They are sober, industrious, dutiful to their parents, and affectionate to their children, of tempers almost uniformly gentle and patient, and more easily affected by kindness and attention to their wants and feelings than almost any men whom I have met with.' One of the last governors of Bengal, the Rt. Hon. R. G. Casey, wrote in his 1947 memoir, An Australian in India: 'The people of Bengal are sensitive, most intelligent and ofquicksympathies. We like to think that we made many friends amongst them. Unless one likes the people amongstwhom, one is working, life very quickly becomes a burden, and we did not find it a burden at all.'
[38&91;James Mitchell, purser of the H.M.S. Harwich, visited Calcutta in 1747 and 1748. Mitchell's narrative was not noticed till 1933.His Journal of a Voyage to the East Indies in His Majesty's Ship Harwich of 50 Guns and 350 Men was found among papers relating to Indian history collected by John Bruce, author of the Annals of the East India Company and historiographer to the East India Company. Bruce's discovery of the 'Journal' is noted by him thus : 'In searching an old desk I found the Journal of a Voyage to India in the Harwich which had remained at the bottom under other useless Books unnoticed for 50 years past, and that I might amuse a solitary hour with the retrospect of Scenes in early life, I determined to revise, correct and transcribe it with such authentic additions as I could recollect - Being this 2nd May 1801, within a few days of my 80th year.'
[39&91; Not to be confused with Captain Philip D. Stanhopewho published a book under the same name.
[40&91;Orme states that one-half of them had died and that only thirty were fit for duty.
[41&91; This fort fell into disuse in February 1793, when all its guns and stores were ordered back to Calcutta.
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