Campaigning in Kaffirland; Or, Scenes and Adventures in the Kaffir War of 1851-52King, William Ross
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Campaigning in Kaffirland; Or, Scenes and Adventures in the Kaffir War of 1851-52
King, William Ross
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878
With these effective weapons, serving both as bayonet and javelin
in the hands of an athletic, sagacious, and undaunted race, who are
trained from infancy to their use; combined with the musket, which they
quickly learned to handle with considerable precision; and the adoption
of just as much of military tactics and system (acquired from the Cape
Corps and Kaffir Police deserters), as improved without hampering their
skirmishing mode of bush-fighting; added to a marvellous concert and
unity in their movements, the Kaffirs were a most formidable foe even
to the flower of the British troops, who had to encounter and storm
them in their own natural fortresses, rendered almost inaccessible by
the dense bush of impenetrable thorns, &c.; too succulent to be burnt,
yet affording to the crawling native, the opportunity of lurking in
unexpected ambuscade at every point.
Such fearful odds against so comparative a handful of troops, not
to mention the excessive hardships, privations, and vicissitudes of
climate, render it less a matter of surprise that complete success was
for a time delayed, than that it was ever ultimately achieved.
[Illustration: KAFFIR.]
FOOTNOTES:
[15] See Ayliff's Vocabulary.
[16] Cussonia Thyrsiflora.
CHAPTER IX.
NIGHT ATTACK ON CAMP.--POST RETIEF.
On the night of the 20th, the Kaffirs who, since their unsuccessful
raid, had been constantly hovering about in small parties on the hill
sides, watching our cattle and our movements, treated us at midnight
with a volley into the middle of our encampment, which woke us suddenly
from our first sleep; the bugles sounded the "assembly," and we had
to tumble out of bed. As I groped about in the dark for my clothes, I
felt a peculiar sensation of unprotectedness, in my night-shirt, as
the balls whistled past the tent, not having been under fire before in
that costume; something of the same sort of feeling prompted B----r,
on a later occasion, in crossing the enemy's line of fire, to pull his
jacket collar up on the exposed side of his face as a protection. After
several frantic attempts to unhook my tent door, tightly contracted by
the dew, I had to crawl out below, and found the men drawn up on their
own lines as if they had been there all night. A few shots were fired
from the river bank, which however did no harm, and were silenced by
the sentries without our aid; the skulking thieves, frightened at the
hornet's nest they had disturbed, taking themselves off at once. In
five minutes after we were dismissed, the camp was still as death, and
in the morning I felt uncertain, on first waking, whether the whole had
not been a dream.
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