34 Sri Narayan Singh —The battle of Kanarpi Ghat. [No. 1, 
21. Glib and B h uj angapray at. 
The Bais, Bagghel, Bachhbaut, and Hara* marched down with 
jewelled swords in their hands. The Haras shone each a greater hero 
than the other and on all sides the drums loudly sounded. Thousands, 
of arrows, bows, and cannon-balls were discharged, but on neither side 
would the great warriors retreat. Step by step the armies approached 
each other, and on the festival of the Mahashtami (the eighth day of the 
bright half of Asin, sacred to Durga) the (final) struggle took place. 
Countless drums, trumpets, and conches sounded, and, 0 Ram, a dense, 
loud, noise arose. Salabati galloped his horse, and Umrao Singh stood 
up to oppose him. Both were heroes of matchless valour, and the duel 
between them was like that between Karna and Arjuna. They drew their 
swords from the scabbards, and struck out fiercely with them, so that they 
flashed like lightening amidst the dense clouds. In the end Salabati was 
wounded, and tottered helpless and Umrao seized him, thrust him down 
and killed him. Bhikhari saw this and ran up, but could not arrive in 
time, and only struck at the (elephant’s) liowdah. The cannonballs began 
to fall amongst them, and the brave heroes fell, so that dread filled the 
city of Indra itself (at the sight). Fairies, whose fame had filled the 
whole earth, then came down with garlands of flowers. Then the great 
heroes, with thousands and thousands of companions, alighted from 
their horses. 
22. Ghhand Narach. 
They fell, they raised each other, they ran here and there, they 
fought in single combat like huge elephants wrestling together. King 
Mitrajit Rao caught hold of Bakht Singh, who, struck with severe 
blows, fell down whirling. Words could not be heard for the hissing 
of the countless arrows, as the nobles fought in different ways. The 
captains kept causing wounds incessantly, and the arrows despatched 
from their bows filled the whole space betwixt heaven and earth. As 
each heard of the defeat of his side, he lost control over himself, when 
in the struggle the cannons thundered a thousand times. Loud horrible 
noises arose as shield crashed against shield, and as all around sword 
clashed against sword. In their rage the heroes shout ‘ It is well, it is 
well ’, and rushed forward to the fight, and in pitched combats ten mil¬ 
lion heads were severed with long-swords. The headless trunks turned 
round and fell with a terrible whirl upon the earth. Ah ! one beats 
another down and butchers him. In the battle-field of the Lord of 
Mithila, a river flowed here and there, in which the lotuses were 
represented by handsome heads, the water blood, and the weeds (the 
# Various Rajput tribes. 
