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
The road by which commissariat supplies had to be conveyed up to this
elevated region had become so dangerous, and nearly impassable, that a
working party was sent from the Blinkwater camp to repair it, and we
marched on the 5th, with a company of Rifles and one gun, twelve miles
to the head of the Blinkwater hill, to cover and assist them. Having
planted the gun, and disposed our party on a height covering the road
below, we lighted a fire, and were breakfasting, when, issuing from the
edge of the forest, a long regular line, of what we took to be Kaffirs,
was seen moving across a smooth open flat, about a mile off, and even
after looking at them through the glass, we were so convinced in the
correctness of our impression as to unlimber and point the gun; nor was
it till after several seconds' earnest gaze that even the Fingoes, as
well as ourselves, were fully satisfied that it was a large troop of
baboons of immense size, so thoroughly human-like were their attitudes,
sitting, standing, and walking--"erectos ad sidera tollere vultus."
We had with us a waggon containing pickaxes, spades, and hatchets,
to take our tour at repairing the road, and went heartily to work,
cutting down trees, and filling up the immense deep ruts with felled
timber, stones, rocks, and earth. At three o'clock, a bugle, from the
covering-party on the heights above summoned us from our labours,
and we retraced the weary way back to the Post, having accomplished
twenty-six miles of marching besides the day's work.
We returned to our work by dawn, but we had found the distance so
inconvenient, and adding so greatly to the labour, that I had orders
to pass the next night, with my men, on the plain, so as to be nearer
our work, and accordingly we selected the ruins at Eastlands farm for
our bivouac. It was, however, only a choice of evils, for the night
was bitterly cold on this high ground, and the darkness had come on so
quickly that we had not had time to collect sufficient fuel to keep
us warm, though we had had enough to show us that our little party of
thirty men was watched by mounted Kaffirs, who, as the night closed in,
hovered round nearer than was quite agreeable. Having posted sentries
and outlying picquets, and made arrangements in case of an attack
which the Dutchmen with the waggon were confident would be made, I sat
down by my fire alone, but, finding my own thoughts very indifferent
company, soon turned in, though the hyænas and jackals kept up such
a mournful howling that it was impossible to sleep. Each morning a
company of the Rifles joined us from camp, and thus our labours were
continued for nearly a week, detached sections from the company on the
heights accompanying us as we worked lower and lower down the hill.
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