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
It was a ten miles' march next morning before we came to water for
breakfast. The heat was very great, and increased to an overpowering
degree on entering a narrow rocky defile, called Klaas Smidt's Poort,
out of which, after a three miles march, we emerged on a measureless
level plain, bounded only by the outlines of blue mountains, which
danced hazy and indistinct in the heated air. In this cheerful
situation was a solitary Dutch farm-house; all around littering,
untidy, and neglected, with three or four huts to match for the
Fingo servants. Mrs. Grant's Glenburnie was a pattern of neatness in
comparison. Several of the inmates, for it was a Laager, afterwards
galloped over on rough little horses to our camp, which was pitched two
miles beyond. Their astonishment at the bagpipes, and not less at the
dress of the Pipers, was extreme, crowding round them with childish
wonder, as they goodnaturedly played reels, marches, strathspeys, and
pibrochs; unconsciously to themselves, they were little less objects of
curiosity in our eyes, differing so much from the Anglicised Boer of
the colony; stout heavy-built fellows, in short round jackets of purple
or sky-blue moleskin, with huge broad-brimmed white hats, wrapped round
with a band of black crape, which a Dutchman wears not as a sign of
grief but a sort of finish to his beaver; stockingless feet thrust
into rough home-made veldt-schoenen, with a heavy spur on the left
one; a small jambok hanging from his wrist; a clumsy roer; cow-horn
powder-flask at the side, and an untanned leather bullet-pouch--these,
with a green-stone pipe sticking in the mouth or out of the waistcoat
pocket, completed their equipment. The only subject on which they
became at all animated, was guns and shooting; they were as much
pleased as surprised at the practice of some of our best shots with the
Minié rifle at ant-heaps at 1000 yards range. Though the roer, from its
large bore and weight of metal, carries a great distance, it is not at
all an accurate weapon, as might be expected from its extraordinary
make and finish; an immense shapeless stock, a rough flint lock, and an
ivory 'sight' as large as a domino.
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