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
The valley at last reached, we halted for a few minutes (till the
pack-horses and mules in rear scrambled down after us) near a solitary
farm-house, a burnt and blackened ruin, with a fine garden full of
vines, bananas, orange, lemon, citron, pomegranate, fig, peach, and
almond trees, their blossom scenting the morning air. A drizzling rain
came on, and we continued our march up the beautifully wooded valley,
which was shut in by high mountains, half covered by the fleecy clouds
resting on their bush-covered heights, the broad path, cut through a
perfect grove of flowering bushes, followed the course of a winding
rocky burn up the centre of the glen. As we advanced, the mountains
were varied by grey crags, fine belts of lichen-covered forest, and
soft smooth slopes of the greenest grass; the rain gradually ceased,
and the clouds slowly lifted, revealing lofty krantzes of basaltic
rock rising perpendicularly from the dark bush that clothed the higher
ridges; the large forest trees on the summit appearing against the
clear blue sky like a fringe of small shrubs. The sun at length broke
through the clouds, and the bush, sparkling with dew drops, scented the
air with its fragrance. Parts of the road were so strikingly like a
park at home that one almost expected at each turn to come in sight of
the house.
Along each side of the path, and close to the bush, we found, as
we proceeded, the dead bodies of many of the enemy killed in the
engagement of the 14th; clouds of flies rose with a startling buzz from
the corpses, which lay literally broiling in the hot sun, some on their
faces in the long grass, others with their swollen features exposed,
and legs drawn up, while a few lay half-reclining under the trees, as
though they had died there of their wounds; most were partially eaten
by jackals and hyænas, whose spoor was traceable all round; eighteen
lay in this way along our path, and the horrible stench in many places
told that others were concealed by the dense underwood; among others,
was an enormous "Bastaard" Hottentot, who must have been nearly six
feet three.
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