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ON THE FACE OF THE WATERS

ON THE FACE OF
THE WATERS

A TALE OF THE MUTINY

BY

FLORA ANNIE STEEL

AUTHOR OF "MISS STUART'S LEGACY," "THE
FLOWER OF FORGIVENESS," ETC., ETC.

New York

THE MACMILLAN COMPANY

1914

Copyright, 1896,
By PAUL R. REYNOLDS.

Copyright, 1897,
By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

First Edition January, 1897. Reprinted January three times, February twice, March three times, April twice, May, July, September, November, 1897; May, October, 1898; June, 1903; November, 1909; September, 1911; July, 1914.

Norwood Press:
Berwick & Smith Co., Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.

PREFACE.

A word of explanation is needed for this book, which, in attempting to be at once a story and a history, probably fails in either aim.

That, however, is for the reader to say. As the writer, I have only to point out where my history ends, my story begins, and clear the way for criticism. Briefly, then, I have not allowed fiction to interfere with fact in the slightest degree. The reader may rest assured that every incident bearing in the remotest degree on the Indian Mutiny, or on the part which real men took in it, is scrupulously exact, even to the date, the hour, the scene, the very weather. Nor have I allowed the actual actors in the great tragedy to say a word regarding it which is not to be found in the accounts of eye-witnesses, or in their own writings.

In like manner, the account of the sham court at Delhi--which I have drawn chiefly from the lips of those who saw it--is pure history; and the picturesque group of schemers and dupes--all of whom have passed to their account--did not need a single touch of fancy in its presentment. Even the story of Abool-Bukr and Newâsi is true; save that I have supplied a cause for an estrangement, which undoubtedly did come to a companionship of which none speak evil. So much for my facts.

Regarding my fiction: An Englishwoman was concealed in Delhi, in the house of an Afghan, and succeeded in escaping to the Ridge just before the siege. I have imagined another; that is all. I mention this because it may possibly be said that the incident is incredible.

And now a word for my title. I have chosen it because when you ask an uneducated native of India why the Great Rebellion came to pass, he will, in nine cases out of ten, reply, "God knows! He sent a Breath into the World." From this to a Spirit moving on the face of the Waters is not far. For the rest I have tried to give a photograph--that is, a picture in which the differentiation caused by color is left out--of a time which neither the fair race or the dark race is ever likely to quite forget or forgive.

That they may come nearer to the latter is the object with which this book has been written.

F. A. STEEL.

CONTENTS.