There was a note of command in her tone that awed both the officer
and the magistrate.

Four men were detailed to carry the body on the litter. The girl
remounted. Turning to the magistrate, she said:

"Tell your government, Mr. Roche, that their soldiers shot down
these unarmed people." Then she wheeled round to the mob:

"Go back to your homes." She pointed to the dead and wounded: "THEY
have died or been maimed for their Cause. Do as HE said," pointing
to the unconscious O'Connell, "LIVE for it!"

She started down through the valley, followed by the litter-bearers
and the magistrate.

The officer gave the word of command, and, with some of the
ringleaders in their midst, the soldiers marched away.

Left alone with their dying and their dead, all the ferocity left
the poor, crushed peasants.

They knelt down sobbing over the motionless bodies. For the time
being the Law and its officers were triumphant.

This was the act of the representatives of the English government in
the year of civilisation 18--, and in the reign of her late Gracious
Majesty, Queen Victoria, by the grace of God, Empress of India.