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An atrocity neglected by Mount: The Cawnpore Massacre, 1857

An Old Etonian baronet and former Thatcher adviser, the author is a fully paid-up member of Britain’s Tory establishment.  So why has he chosen to tell a story of almost unmitigated British plunder, brutality and perfidy across 19th-century India?  Perhaps there’s a clue in the dedication to his Indian son-in-law, the left-wing polemicist Pankaj Mishra.

The book’s central thread is the story of Mount’s colonial ancestors, whom he shares with his cousin, Prime Minister David Cameron, the Low family of Fifeshire in Scotland. Three generations of Lows held key positions in the British Indian army and at the courts of various Indian princes.

Mount draws on a rich family archive, carefully preserved by a maiden aunt. What emerges is a touching and often tragic story of the adventure, excitement and financial opportunities offered by empire, but also the perilous travails and high mortality of life in distant tropical lands, separated by a four-month sea journey and absences of several years from children who were sent home to Britain as mere infants. Mount quotes the novelist Henry James on these “drops in the great bucket of the ravenous, prodigious service”, living through “the huge, hot, horrible century of English pioneership, the wheel that ground the dust for a million early graves”.

The Lows were at the heart of the transition of a British trading company into the mighty Raj. We follow their fortunes from the Maratha Wars, through the conquests and annexations in which John Company swallowed the territories of its “subsidiary” allies, native princes who paid extortionate subsidies for the dubious protection of British troops. 

At the heart of this story is a great survivor, General Sir John Low, who began his Indian career in 1805 as a humble military cadet in Madras and ended in the key post of Military Member of the Governor-General’s Council half a century later. Along the way, he served as British Resident at a succession of Indian princely courts, most colourful of all the sybaritic kingdom of Oudh (now Awadh), “the garden of India”, which the British annexed on the eve of the Mutiny.  Low’s sympathies throughout were with the tearful Indian princes whom the British deposed and whose claims and pretensions he argued with his superiors, though never at the cost of his own career. 

Mount is a great storyteller, his prose always colourful and lively, but this massive tome could have done with some ruthless editing, especially of its very detailed sieges and military campaigns. In particular, we might have been spared the horrors of the First Afghan War of 1840 and the sieges of Lucknow and Delhi in 1857, which have already been exhaustively covered elsewhere.

A more serious criticism of this book is its lack of historical context or balance in the sweeping judgments it makes, often on the basis of very flimsy evidence. For example, the British garrison is accused of “war crimes” in its suppression of the Vellore Mutiny of 1806, though no such censure is applied to the mutineers’ massacre of all the sick and wounded in the fort hospital. Again, the accusation of war crimes is levelled at the brilliant imperial proconsul, Sir Stamford Raffles, during his conquest of Java, based solely on an obscure poem by the half-brother of the deposed local Sultan. 

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