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
After two days across this kind of country, having only seen six
rheebok in a wild rocky poort, we halted about a couple of miles from
Whittlesea, a miserable forsaken-looking collection of Fingo kraals and
small houses standing in the middle of a bare brown plain, enclosed by
hills still browner and more bare. On the same plain, and about a mile
distant, the white houses of Shiloh, a Moravian Missionary station,
peeping from clumps of orange trees, looked very pretty, heightened in
some measure from contrast with the surrounding sterility. Whittlesea
has been rendered famous by the series of attacks it sustained, and
gallantly withstood, under Captain Tylden, R.A., who no fewer than
thirteen times defeated and put to flight large attacking bodies of
Tambookies and Rebel Hottentots. This was our most remote Post; and
here we were joined by the Grenadier Company of the 74th, which for
some little time had been encamped at the Settlement.
We left the plain by another steep hill, having been gradually
ascending from the time of leaving Beaufort; through the whole
distance, and as far as we went up the country it was a series of
steppes rising higher the further we penetrated. At the top of this
hill we entered on a vast plain, stretching away to the foot of the
bare rugged mountains in the far distance. Colonel Eyre's column was
again seen about four miles ahead.
We encamped for the night at the Brak River, on the open plain; a
dreary lonely spot. Close to our camp were three kraals, in which as
many Tambookie herdsmen and their families were living. They were
quite naked and very wretched looking. The women brought us goats'
milk, in grass baskets, for sale. Their idea of the value of money,
which they were very anxious to get, lay in the number of pieces,
refusing a sixpence for a basket of sour milk, but accepting two silver
three-penny pieces with sparkling eyes.
After marching about four miles next morning we came to Kamastona,
the 'great place' of the friendly Chief, Kama. His dwelling, a high
substantial building, stood in the centre of the village, which was
a large collection of kraals, enclosed by earthen out-works. Its
situation and appearance were rather striking, standing totally
isolated on the plain, with a background of bare scarped mountains
rising in rugged grandeur to a great height. Two miles further,
and similarly situated, lay another circular village, a Tambookie
settlement, their cattle and goats spread over the plain under a guard
of armed natives, whose wild appearance was heightened by the surprise
and wonder with which they regarded us.
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