The war in India is gradually falling within narrower limits.
The British columns in Oude are dotted about like pieces on a chess-board, precluding escape to the remaining rebels. Lord Clyde has pressed northwards to the very edge of the Terrai, sweeping everything before him. On the west Colonel Christie has forced his way up the Surjoo on a line with the Commander- in-chief; while on the other flank, Brigadier Roworoft, and Sir Hope Grant, on either side of the Raptee, continue the line to the Himalayas. In their rear are other columns, tilling the intervals and forming supports. There were but three ta- lookdars at large, and these would surrender if the Begum made up her mind to abandon an useless mutest. The famous mud forts have been destroyed in great numbers, and large piles of arms have been collected on all sides.
After many surprising marches Tantia Topee and Feroze shah have succeeded in jo'ning their forces, shattered and scat- tered in many a combat and forced march. This relieves Rsj- pootana of enemies who must now be fast approaching the end of eir astonishing adventures.
