“August 1st 1857 Arrived at our camping ground about a mile beyond the village of Shawpore and pitched tents in a mangoe tope. We here found a planter’s bungalow, which had been partially looted by budmarshes, but as they had left a few cases of preserved meat, pickled salmon etc… we made the house headquarters and made a good breakfast, thanks to the poor planter. Having a pucka house over one’s head I slept well until the first bugle….
I awoke with a start to find the Colonel in a state of undress wandering around the position mumbling to himself.......turns out that the salmon we had liberated the evening before wasn't as pickled as first thought....he was violently ill from both ends for many days....
The Major
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