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
High up on the opposite mountain, the 3rd Column worked its way
like ourselves among the forest-clothed crags, scaling the steepest
cliffs, swarming and scrambling among huge masses of detached rock,
notwithstanding the heat of the weather, and climbing higher and
higher, till so diminished, as to be visible only when the sun shone
on their red coats. On the other side, we looked down on Colonel
Buller's column, in the Waterkloof valley, throwing rockets into the
inaccessible krantzes, and skirmishing through the bush. We found the
bodies of two dead Kaffirs; numerous heaps of chewed root round the
old fires on every part of the lofty ledge where we were; and in the
crevices of the rocks all sorts of Kaffir ornaments and utensils;
and came on a village of empty huts, to which we set fire; but no
Kaffirs were to be seen, high or low, so we descended the steep side
of the mountain into the Waterkloof, and rejoined the column already
bivouacking in the bush. With the exception of a few dead bodies they
had met with no signs of the enemy. The whole district was cleared.
Towards nightfall the tops of the heights that towered round us were
hidden in the clouds, and a drizzling rain came on, which drove us
under the shelter of the scattered bushes among which we had made our
bivouac. The moaning wind, that bent the tops of the higher trees,
soon increased to a gale, howling along the valley, while the cold
driving rain swept over us in the most pitiless manner, and with a
steady determination that augured a night of it. It was in vain the
shivering horses turned their tails to the storm, or the drenched and
shapeless heaps of humanity, stretched on the ground, pulled their wet
blankets more closely round them; for the pelting storm and searching
wind were not to be avoided, and a day of excessive fatigue to the men
was succeeded by a night of sleepless discomfort. We were but a degree
better under our patrol tents; for though they kept the rain off above,
in a great measure, the ground was so flooded, that we lay in pools of
water, while myriads of fleas, (we were on the site of an old kraal, of
which, however, they were the only remaining sign,) driven from the wet
ground, took refuge in unusual force on such portions of our bodies as
were above water mark. Our only consolation (for we had one) was that
it was too cold and wet for any snakes to be about, though the valley
was said to abound with them. It did not require the "rouse" to awaken
us, even at the early hour of three next morning; we were too glad to
be moving, and busied ourselves in feeding and saddling our shivering
horses, collecting firewood, and helping our benumbed servants to pack
up the patrol-tents and saddle-bags; the rain still coming steadily
down, and the darkness such, that we had the greatest difficulty in
finding anything once laid down on the ground. We marched up the
valley, toiling up a clayey path, or rather stream of mud, leading
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