Day broke and the bombardment of the Eastern Goto was begun in real earnest. From the part of the Tartar City wall that we held you could see the shells knocking the large gate-houses to smithereens, an later we saw large bodies of Chinese troops flying across the city from erst to west. We were all prepared for a final attack from the retreating soldiers, and what we dreaded chiefly was that the troops would hot getin that day, and that we would be left or another night to take care of ourselves.
T think if that had been the case the troops would have found nothing but a very big wreck when they got in here neat morning. The snipers were still busy all round us, and there were no signs of the troops getting in at tiffin time, the be: bardment still being as lively as ever, till at about 3 o'clock somebody came rushing down from the wall to say the troops were in the Chinese City.
I staggered off to the south gate of the Legation on my game leg, and got there just in time to see the great, stalwart Sikhs and Bengal Lancers come rushing up, utterly worn out and dead beat. You can well imagine the joy of that moment, when. we realised that we were suto at last, after all that we had been through, and cannot blame people for going off their heads with joy, of the women for breaking down and weeping profusely.
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