‘Our fear is that the heathen are starving B--n and his three children to death! One poor lamb is but a few months old. If I were a man, I would be off to Batala. My friend Mr. H. has written a strong note to an English official at no great distance from Batala,--there _not one_ Englishman resides,--and I feel little doubt that he will bring the strong arm of the law to protect B--n. But the note will not reach till this evening. For eight days B--n will have been in the fiery furnace. How long can he hold out?’