So the be-draggled party got to their feet yet again and moved on

From The Great Mutiny by Christopher Hibbert. Page 118.

As darkness fell they emerged from the hovel again; and as they lay on the ground a fakir treated them to an extempore song about the virtues of the great and mighty Sahib-logue, while another whispered in Mrs Forrest's ear 'the comforting intelligence' that they were all to be 'polished off' during the night. The next day they succeeded in finding a native to take a message to Meerut thirty miles away; but the messenger had not long departed when they were told they must move immediately to a bagh about two miles distant, as their hiding-place had been discovered by sepoys who had sworn to seize them and to carry them back prisoners to Delhi. So the be-draggled party got to their feet yet again and moved on, joined now by two English sergeants' wives, each with a baby, who had been wandering about since the outbreak at Delhi four days before.

While they were in the bagh a messenger arrived from Hurchundpore, a walled town five miles farther down the road to Meerut. Here an old German Jew named Cohen had lived nearly all his life. He had become quite native in his habits and was much respected by the people of the town. He offered the fugitives his protection and hospitality. Eagerly they accepted it; and on arrival in Hurchundpore were welcomed by Mr Cohen whose family provided them with tea, baths, clean clothes and shirts, with petticoats for the ladies and cloth to cut into more, with comfortable rooms, and an excellent dinner followed by a bottle of cognac.

Reading colonial history, it is always astonishing to me the curious eddies of settlement by individuals and families on remote frontiers and integrating into the local population, to be completely forgotten other than incidents like this.