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From England to the Antipodes and India, 1846 to 1902: With Startling Revelations, or 56 Years of My Life in the Indian Mutiny, Police and Jails (Classic Reprint)
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From England to the Antipodes and India, 1846 to 1902: With Startling Revelations, or 56 Years of My Life in the Indian Mutiny, Police and Jails (Classic Reprint)
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A journey in those days, even a comparatively short one by coach, was not undertaken without careful preparation against all eventualities; but one by steamer was regarded by the untravelled as a fearsome thing and a temptation of Providence. I remember a Revd. Mr. Grimwood at a prayer meeting in my father's house relating of the fearful voyage made by himself and family, from London to Yarmouth! The Revd. Gentleman evidently thought it, and so did his hearers, as something astounding. When therefore my mother journeyed by steamer from Yarmouth' to London on her way to Chatham, on a short visit to my brother and myself, she was on her return home, considered by her friends to have done a most perilous thing! A curious incident occurred during my mothers's visit which struck me as rather singular at the time. During one of our walks out together one even ing, we heard the Dead March being played by the dep6t band, and as I was anxious that my mother should see a military funeral, we joined in the procession. On arrival at the cemetery gate, and while the coffin was being carried up a slope into the gateway, the dead man's Shako fell off the coffin and rolled down to my mother's feet. Subsequent enquiries elicited the fact that the deceased was my cousin.
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A journey in those days, even a comparatively short one by coach, was not undertaken without careful preparation against all eventualities; but one by steamer was regarded by the untravelled as a fearsome thing and a temptation of Providence. I remember a Revd. Mr. Grimwood at a prayer meeting in my father's house relating of the fearful voyage made by himself and family, from London to Yarmouth! The Revd. Gentleman evidently thought it, and so did his hearers, as something astounding. When therefore my mother journeyed by steamer from Yarmouth' to London on her way to Chatham, on a short visit to my brother and myself, she was on her return home, considered by her friends to have done a most perilous thing! A curious incident occurred during my mothers's visit which struck me as rather singular at the time. During one of our walks out together one even ing, we heard the Dead March being played by the dep6t band, and as I was anxious that my mother should see a military funeral, we joined in the procession. On arrival at the cemetery gate, and while the coffin was being carried up a slope into the gateway, the dead man's Shako fell off the coffin and rolled down to my mother's feet. Subsequent enquiries elicited the fact that the deceased was my cousin.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.