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
Finding the first vley dried up, we had a twelve miles' march before
breakfast. Two or three Dutch Boers, probably belonging to the lonely
dwelling in the distance, made their appearance on horseback, with
their vrouws or daughters behind them, riding astride like the Kaffir
and Fingo women, and jogged along with us for some distance, ignorant
of the amusement they afforded the men. The conversation turned chiefly
on the disturbed and dangerous state of their country, and they told us
that all their native servants had gone off two nights before.
Another heavy thunder storm suddenly burst on us, accompanied with such
torrents of rain that we were soon wet through; the sluits running like
rivers, and the plain so flooded, in less than an hour, as to resemble
a lake; the men constantly plunging into the deep gullies. Though
disagreeable enough, with our clothing soaked through and clinging to
our bodies, it was much less so than the steaming condition we were
thrown into when the sun broke out again.
The Governor-General, with the Cavalry Division and Second Brigade, we
found already encamped on the opposite side of the Caledon River at
the Commissie Drift, which we reached in the afternoon, their tents
stretching for a great distance along the edge of the high steep bank.
We waded through the rapid stream, which is confined between high
wooded banks like the Orange River, and marching through the camp,
pitched our tents in Brigade on the extreme left.
For the next three days that we remained here in standing camp, we had
constant heavy showers that completely flooded the lower ground within
and round the camp, though the weather was warm and the heat of the sun
between the storms very great.
Our reduced commissariat was replenished from the neighbouring and very
appropriately named station of Smithfield, where a large magazine had
been previously formed, guarded till our arrival by the Burgher force
of the Field-Cornetcy.
The fishing here was better than at the Orange River, and the banks
were soon lined with anglers, many of whom were very successful. Some
of us caught from 40 lbs. to 50 lbs. weight of mullet and barga, with
worms or locusts, the latter lying in thousands along the banks.
Many agates and cornelians were picked up, and one or two pieces of
onyx; sardine, opal and chalcedony are often found; but we saw none.
The hippopotamus formerly abounded in this stream, but has entirely
disappeared.
Among the other luxuries of these rivers ought to be included that of
firewood, a valued boon to the men, and a great improvement to our beef
and meal scons, which had a rather peculiar flavour when done over a
cow-dung fire.
On Sunday morning the whole Division paraded at 6 A.M. for divine
service, forming in "contiguous column of brigades," on the left of
the camp; a missionary of the English Church from Smithfield read the
prayers.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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