Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost LegionHamilton-Browne, G.
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Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost Legion
Hamilton-Browne, G.
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Warfare; New Zealand -- History -- Anecdotes; Zulu War, 1879
This party were making for the entry I had just left, for as I shot
out of it the nearest of them was within ten yards of me. They
straggled in a diagonal line, about 100 yards long, across to what was
evidently the outlet to another gully, as in the hurried glance I took
of them I saw a horseman emerging as if from the ground. The presence
of these bounders, although not exactly astonishing, was most
undesirable, and I sent my horse along, so as to escape nearer
acquaintance with them; nor did they seem to be quite pleased with me,
as they all started yelling like fiends, and those who carried their
fire-locks capped at once fired them off in my direction, while with
one accord they all began to chase me.
It was high time for me to get out of that, but my horse's pace soon
carried me clear out of gun-shot danger, and I quickly edged away to
my left to try and find, when I reached the gully, which I knew must
be close in that direction, a crossing-place, so that I could get
round the enemy's flank and still carry out my duty. One thing I was
sure of, the Hau Haus would never give up the pursuit so long as there
was the ghost of a chance of catching me.
As I expected, I soon came to a ravine running east, towards the
river, and at the first glance saw that it was a teaser. Over twenty
feet in depth, its sides, composed of hard pumice-stone, were quite
perpendicular and unnegotiable, even by a monkey. I therefore had to
continue along the brink, while a loud, jeering yell made me
understand that the natives well knew there was no possibility of my
being able to cross it. I was annoyed, more than annoyed, and I
determined to solace myself by picking off one of the hilarious
bounders, but decided first of all to try the other flank. Letting my
horse go, I again crossed, diagonally, the enemy's front, only to find
myself, after a gallop of not more than 400 yards, brought up by a
similar gully. Again the jeering yell broke out, and I knew I was
cornered between these infernal ravines and the Waikato River.
I halted and turned so as to take a good look at the pursuing Hau
Haus, and determined to make it hot for the leading man, but was sold
again, as I found they had extended in line between the two ravines.
They were over a hundred in number, including at least forty mounted
men, these latter being scattered among the footmen, with the
exception of some eight or ten, who rode together about a hundred
yards in rear of the line, with the evident intention of strengthening
any part of it, should I charge and try to break through. This for a
moment I thought of doing, but on looking towards the spots where the
only two outlets I knew of were situated, I saw clumps of men
stationed at them, so I was convinced it was no use charging, at least
not at this period of the game.
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