The streets of Futtehpore were absolutely choked with the baggage train of
the defeated rebels, and the discovery of many articles of attire of
English ladies and children raised the fury of the troops to the highest
point. Pursuit of the enemy was, however, impossible. The troops were
utterly exhausted, and officers and men threw themselves down where-ever a
little shade could be found. At three o'clock the baggage came up, and by
the forethought of the commissariat officer in charge some camels laden
with rum and biscuit came up with it, so that the men were able to have a
biscuit and a little spirits and water, which revived them; for whatever
be the demerits of spirits upon ordinary occasions, on an emergency of
this kind it is a restorative of a very valuable kind.

Singularly enough, in this battle, in which thirty-five hundred men were
defeated and twelve guns captured, not a single British soldier was
killed, the enemy never waiting until fairly within shot. Twelve soldiers,
however, fell and died from sunstroke during the fight.

On the 13th the troops halted to rest. The guns taken from the enemy were
brought in, and the great baggage train captured in the town organized for
our own service.

On the 14th the force again advanced along a road literally strewn with
arms, cartridges, chests of ammunition, shot, clothing, and tents,
abandoned in their flight by the insurgents. The most welcome find to the
army were forty barrels of English porter, part of the Sepoys' loot at one
of the scenes of mutiny. That night the force encamped at Kulleanpore,
twenty-seven miles from Cawnpore.

"So far it has been easy work, except for the legs," Major Warrener said,
as he sat with his sons and his officers on the evening of the 13th; "but