New York Observer and Chronicle, A Missionary Imprisoned, November 28 1861

The Indigo planters have obtained a control over the workers similar to that of masters over slaves . The natives rebel against it, but find no redress in the courts. In utter defiance of all law and authority, large bodies of armed men are avowedly entertained for the express purpose of taking or retaining forcible possession of lands or crops. Violent affrays, rather regular pitched battles ensue, attended with bloodshed and homicide . Private assassinations occasionally occur, and forgery and perjury have their full sway . A drama was written to expose these crimes.

Nobin leaps to his feet and runs out to stop and save Khetramoni. his mother calls, if you can rescue this jewel before it is soiled, from the hands of the indigo monster then i shall say that you have fullfilled my purpose of being your mother. Such grave injustice I never heard of.

Khetromani lies shrieking and begging on the bed Mr Rose, to spare her and her unborn child, she is four month pregnant. he tells her, we indigo planters have become the companions of death, can our factories remain if we have pity? by nature we are not bad, our evil disposition has increased by indigo cultivation. before we felt sorrow by beating one man, now we can beat ten persons with the leather strap making them senseless and immediately after we can with greater laighter take our dinner. he climbs onto khetramoni.

I will not grow indigo, you cannot force me. I will grow rice on my fields and keep my family from starving.

a person is considered very expert by the saheb is he can bring our the ruin of many

one becomes a good physician by the death of one hundred patients.

stupid incentuous brute says Mr. Wood, the white bodied man in indigo blue clothes.

Dead body of Goluk swings from the ceiling of Indrabad prison, his outer gatment used like a rope. His son Bindu arrives and is devastated. he tries to cut his father down but the warden wont let him and say the doctor must come first.

The head was cracked and he fell down senseless to the ground. They have beaten him so severely that the pulse beats very slowly. comatose. brain damaged. he is dead.

The bose family of Svaropur is destroyed by indigo, the great destroyer of honor.

The world i look upon is a desert full of corpses

" The froth of the serpent, the tiger's nose, the fire prepared by the Shala's resin, the whistling of the swinging machine, the white hairs of seven co-wives,  bhanti  leaves, the flowers of the dhuturd, the seeds of the Indigo, the burnt pepper, the head of the corpse, the root of the maddar, the mad dog, the thief's reading of the Chundi ; these together make the arrow to be directed against the gnashing teeth of Yama, the deity of death."