Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay

“ Amidst deafening shouts of Bande Mataram, Mahatma Satya appeared. Bathed bright in the moonlight that filtered through the leaves, ten thousand Children bowed on the soft green grass to pay homage to him.
'May God, who is great, bless you with success,' Mahatma Satya said loudly, lifting both his hands to bless the assembled Children. 'May He grant strength to your arms, devotion to your mind and unalloyed consecration on your part to our beloved Mother India. ”

“ Tell us where they are!'
'Kill, kill the British soldiers,' shouted a second, 'yes, kill them all; for they have killed too many of our patriots.' Words like these echoed from the distant mountainsides.
'We have to be patient,' Mahatma Satya said, 'so that we may perform our duties successfully. The British have cannon. It is impossible for us to fight with them without cannon. Moreover, they are a heroic race. Seventeen cannon are on the way to us from our fort at Padachina. When these arrive we will march out to fight the enemy. Look, the day is dawning in the East! ”

“ The trees were rustling in the winds, the river was singing, the moon and the stars were shining brightly in the blue sky, here and there patches of white clouds floated by carelessly. Green trees towered over green earth. ”