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
No sooner had we toiled to the heights, where a detachment of the 60th
Rifles was covering our movements, than we again descended by another
more difficult and more precipitous path, down which men and horses
slid twenty or thirty yards at once into Harrys Kloof, which was
penetrated, and crossed in five different directions.
At the bottom of the descent we set fire to a very large village of
Kaffir huts, and captured some horses. Part of the column being sent up
the kloof by a path on the right, the rest of us, under Colonel Eyre,
passed through the smouldering village, its heat almost overpowering,
and penetrated to the head of the kloof, which was one dense, dark, and
tangled forest up to the heights on which the tiny figures of the 60th
were barely visible against the bright sky. The whole column worked
through it in every direction, guided by constant bugling; the company
and regimental calls of the different corps, with "advance," "retire,"
"right and left incline," &c.,--being all issued by Colonel Eyre, who,
with a bugler of each regiment at his side, thus conducted in the most
splendid style the movement of upwards of a thousand men in different
bodies, unseen, through an extensive mountain forest. A few head of
cattle and some horses were taken, and some of the enemy killed.
Having re-assembled at the gorge of the kloof, we marched out about a
mile further where the bush was more open, and at sunset bivouacked for
the night, very glad to rest our weary limbs after the severe mountain
work of the last thirteen hours. From the returns sent in at night to
the Colonel, it appeared that our column had killed 36 Kaffirs, taken
168 prisoners, and captured 41 horses, besides cattle.
At six o'clock next morning, we marched in a heavy rain for our
respective camps, the Rifle Brigade proceeding to Nels, and we making
our way round the spur of the mountain to our little camp at Nieland's,
which we reached wet through about mid-day, delighted once more to
enjoy the luxury of a tent.
19th, Sunday.--Prayers were read by the senior officer to the column,
drawn up in the centre of the camp.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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