208 MAJOR W. HODSON. 



[Barnard] came up when it was over and shook 

 hands with each of them." 



On the morning of the 11th Hodson aided in " the 

 mournful task of carrying poor Battye to his grave. 

 Poor fellow! he had quite won my heart by his 

 courage and amiable qualities, and it is very, very 

 sad his early death. It was a noble one, however, 

 and worthy of a soldier." Young Battye was the 

 first of several brothers who were destined to give 

 their lives to their country. The brave boy had 

 died in the night, with a smile on his lip and a line 

 from Horace on his tonojue — " Dulce et decorum est 

 pro patria mori." 



The camjD had just been excited by the arrival of 

 Colonel T. Seaton and the officers of the 60tli Native 

 Infantry. That regiment, in spite of all Seaton s 

 efforts, had mutinied the day before at Ehotak, and 

 their white officers had ridden off for their lives to 

 Barnard's camp, saving nothing but the clothes they 

 stood in. " Seaton is with me," writes Hodson, 

 "looking terribly worn and harassed, but he says 

 quite well in health, though disgusted enough." 



Seaton himself had not even a coat to his back 

 when he made his report to Sir Henry Barnard. 

 After breakfasting with his kindly old chief he re- 

 solved to look up some of his acquaintances who 

 might help him in his immediate need. He soon 

 found the tent of " that noble officer, my lamented 

 friend Hodson. . . . Fortunately for me, he was with- 

 in. On seeing me he sprang up, grasped my hand, and 

 cordially congratulated me on my escape from the 

 mutineers, assuring me that he had never expected 

 to see me alive again, he too having heard the report 

 that I had been killed. He invited me to share his 



