His army of nine thousand men marched into Maratha territory in March 1803; and the next month he was approaching Poona when he learned that the place was to be set on fire as soon as he drew near it. Making a forced night march of forty miles with 400 cavalry, he arrived on 20 April in time to save it. The Peshwah was welcomed back there three weeks later.
The General now hoped that the other Maratha chiefs would give no more trouble. I think, he wrote, that, although there will be much bad temper and many threats, there will be no hostility.1 Nevertheless, he made plans for a further campaign if one proved to be necessary, and gave much thought to the outwitting of enemy forces by the swift crossing and re-crossing of rivers in the Maratha territories by means of pontoons and basket-boats.
Throughout May and June an uneasy peace was maintained, but two chiefs in particular, the Bhonsle of Berar and Daulat Rāo Sindhia, Maharajah of Gwalior, whose troops were trained by French officers, gave him increasing cause for concern; and he was eventually authorized by the Governor-General to deliver an ultimatum to both of these chiefs to disband their armies. He set no time limit, wanting to leave himself free to decide when to strike the first blow should he find hostile operations to be necessary. Having received no undertakings by the end of July, he decided to deliver the first strike of the contest by making a sudden attack upon the hill fortress of Ahmednuggur which was stormed and quickly taken.
He did not expect to be able to follow up this success by bringing the enemy to an action. But, as he said, we must try to keep him in movement, and tire him out.2 On 23 September, however, he did bring him to action; and he did so in circumstances that he would not have chosen. He came across Daulat Rāo Sindhias forces unexpectedly at the village of Assaye. There were some 40,000 of them drawn up in a strong position in an angle formed by two rivers. His own army numbered no more than 7,000 men, many of them tired after a march of over twenty miles that morning. He had twenty-two cannon, Scindia over a hundred, while the enemys cavalry outnumbered his own twenty to one. An engagement could not, however, well be avoided; and his quick, perceptive eye, which was one of the keys to his military prowess, detected a feature of the landscape that could be turned to his advantage. Guides assured him there were no fords across the river Kaitna beyond which the village of Assaye stood. But Wellesley, surveying the countryside through his telescope, caught sight of two villages close together on opposite banks, and concluded that they would not have been built there without some habitual means of communication between them.3 There was, indeed, a ford there and he took his army towards it under heavy fire of cannon shot which tore off his orderlys head.
The subsequent battle was ferocious, one of the bloodiest for the numbers that he himself had ever seen, and one of the most furious battles that [had] ever been fought in this country.4 The General conducted it with energy, skill and much bravery. He was in the thick of the action the whole time, wrote Colin Campbell, a volunteer in the 78th. I never saw a man so cool and collected as he was though I can assure you, till our troops got the order to advance the fate of the day seemed doubtful; and if the numerous cavalry of the enemy had done their duty I hardly think it possible we could have succeeded.5 He led infantry charges against the Maratha guns, ninety-eight of which were captured; and, before the enemys lines were broken, two horses had been shot under him. That night, having learned of the heavy casualties, the exhausted General was seen sitting outside his tent quite still, as though in prayer, his head between his knees.*6
The next morning, having given orders for bottles of his Madeira to be distributed to the wounded, he made ready to march off in pursuit; and at Argaum at the end of September he brought his quarry to battle once again. Once more he defeated them, this time with less bloodshed, congratulating himself afterwards that, if he had not been there to restore order to two battalions of Sepoys in panic-stricken flight, we should have lost the day.7 He followed up this second victory by capturing the fortress of Gawilghur which brought the campaign to an end.8
The Governor-General was delighted. He and his brother were now once more on the best of terms, their difficulties reconciled if not quite forgotten, Arthurs letters no longer coldly formal, Richards full of praise: Arthur had done splendidly though no more than had been expected. Earlier his conduct in Mysore had secured his character and advancement for the remainder of his life; now his endeavours had culminated in a brilliant point in the history of this country and brought to a noble termination his own military glory.9
The General himself was well satisfied with what he had done, with his proven capacity to keep his army well supplied with him always one of the most essential prerequisites of military success and to move it with speed which was everything in military operations. On one memorable occasion he had moved five regiments sixty miles in thirty hours. Army officers and mercantile gentlemen alike congratulated him upon his achievements. Presentations were made to him, dinners given in his honour, speeches were delivered, letters of congratulation received and acknowledged. In Bombay an elegant transparency of his coat of arms was displayed in the theatre.
He was not above enjoying the acclaim, referring to himself with satisfied amusement in a letter to Mrs Gordon in Bombay, as now being a great man. To this lady he issued an invitation:
We get on well, but we want you to enliven us. Allow me to prevail upon you. If youll come Ill go and meet you with my Servts. at the top of the Ghaut [mountain pass] so that you will only have 24 miles to travel in palanqueen.
There is excellent galloping ground in the neighbourhood of the camp, & the floor of my Tent is in a fine state for dancing, & the fiddlers of the Dragoons & 78th & Bagpipes of the 74th play delightfully.10
He could also promise good food in his mess, although no epicure himself: accounts showed generous expenditure on York ham and Gloucester cheeses, oysters, pale ale and much Madeira as well as sword belts and saddlery. They also showed expenditure on presents for ladies, on a Brilliant hoop Ring and 2 pearl guards to ditto, 150 R[upee]s, and on a pearl necklace, bracelets and a silk-worked shawl.11
He was still buying books and several of these revealed a desire to be as well versed in European affairs as he was now in Indian, for in lists of volumes bought among the 34 volumes of the British Theatre, the 19 of Bells edition of Shakespeare and various French novels were works such as The State of Europe before and after the French Revolution, and Summary Account and Military Character of the Several European Armies that have been engaged during the late War, a work which, incidentally, included the dispiriting observation that an English general, who returns from India, is like an Admiral who has been navigating the Lake of Geneva.12
Such remarks made him all the more anxious to leave India as soon as he could be spared. He would not hesitate to stay, even for years, if British India were in danger. But it was not in danger now; and he had, after all, served in the sub-continent as long as any man ought who [could] serve any where else. I am not very ambitious, he wrote disingenuously, and I acknowledge that I have never been very sanguine in my expectation that military services in India would be considered in the scale in which are considered similar services in other parts of the world. But I might have been expected to be placed on the Staff in India.13
As it was, he had no hand in the direction of such operations as were being conducted, and conducted most incompetently. Colonel William Monson was defeated by Jaswant Rāo Holkar, Maharajah of Indore, who pursued the greatly outnumbered British forces from the banks of the Chumbul to Agra which only a few hundred of them survived to reach; while Lord Lake, Sir Alured Clarkes successor as Commander-in-Chief, lost nearly 400 men killed and two thousand wounded in an unsuccessful siege of the fortress of Bhurtpore, the stronghold of an ally of Holkar, the Rajah of Bhurtpore.
General Wellesleys desire to go home was increased by failing health. He had recently undergone another bout of fever; and, having been much annoyed by the lumbago in the early months of 1804, was now, at the end of the year, suffering from rheumatism.
At the beginning of 1805 he wrote to Madras to enquire about shipping. He would prefer the starboard side of a quiet ship, he said, but he was not very particular about accommodation and did not care a great deal about the price or who the captain was, so long as he could sail soon. I am anxious to a degree which I cant express, he said, to see my friends again.14
While awaiting notification of a berth, he said his goodbyes, gave portraits of himself to friends,* made arrangements for the welfare of two elephants which had been given to him by a grateful rajah, settled a sum of money on the son of Dhoondiah Waugh whom he had undertaken to look after on his fathers death; and, in the shops of Madras, bought presents to take to England, including ten pairs of ladies shoes. He also bought more books to while away the hours of the long voyage, not the instructive volumes with which he sailed out but much lighter reading: The Letters of Madame de Pompadour, for example, and Beauties of the Modern Dramatists as well as a number of novels with such titles as Illicit Love, Lessons for Lovers, Fashionable Involvements, Filial Indiscretion or the Female Chevalier and, in five volumes, Love at First Sight.15
He sailed in March 1805, not too sorry to see the last of India and convinced that, if he had not left when he did, he would have had a serious fit of illness.16 All the same he was grateful to have had the opportunity of displaying his talents as an officer there and, so he said years later, of learning as much of military matters as he had ever done since. Moreover, it was certainly true that his command at Seringapatam had afforded him opportunities for distinction, and then opened the road to fame.17
Nor did he go home unrewarded. He had left England impecunious; he was returning with a fortune of between £42,000 and £43,000.18 He was also going home as a Knight Companion of the Order of the Bath, the insignia of which his friend, Sir John Cradock, who had brought it out from England, got a servant to pin to his coat while he was asleep in bed. He was also presented with the thanks of Parliament, a sword of honour given by the people of Calcutta, a service of plate embossed with Assaye from the officers of his division, and an address from the native people of Seringapatam who, having lived for five auspicious years under his protection, trusted that the God of all castes and all nations would deign to hear with favour their prayers for his health, glory and happiness.19