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
19th.--Stiff and cold with the wet in which we had lain all night, we
awoke at four. The 12th and 74th, under Lieut.-Col. Perceval, marched
at five to meet the supplies coming from Fort Beaufort, leaving a party
behind in bivouac with the pack-horses. The rain cleared off shortly
after we had started, and our clothes soon dried on our backs. The
General on the Waterkloof heights, with Lieut.-Col. Michell's Brigade,
was occupying this interval in reconnoitering the enemy's positions,
preparatory to further operations on our return.
We halted within sight of Fort Beaufort, about a mile and a half
distant, to wait for the waggons coming up; a few of us having got
leave to ride in to obtain a few necessaries for our prolonged patrol,
on condition we were back again with the waggons, set off at full
gallop, meeting them, to our great annoyance, about half way, and
escorted by a reinforcement of the 12th and a fresh draft from the
depôt, under Lieutenant Philpot; hastily welcoming him to the Cape,
and begging the officer in command of the escort not to distress the
oxen by pushing on too fast! we sped on our way, for we were only half
a mile from the town, and there was no likelihood of our having such a
chance again for weeks. We were soon rattling up the quiet streets of
Beaufort, a most ruffianly-looking party, with rusted rifles, mud-caked
horses, bronzed unshaven faces, and tattered clothes, torn to shreds
in the thorny bush. To our surprise, we found the fashionably-dressed
inhabitants going to church, for we had no idea of its being Sunday.
The barracks were all in confusion, the 60th Rifles having just
arrived, together with detachments of the 12th and 45th regiments, a
strong body of Marines from the men-of-war on the coast, and a party
of Sappers and Miners, in all about 1000 men; so there was nothing
to be had there in the way of food. Dunbar, however, kindly took us
to his quarters, and gave us such a breakfast as we had not seen for
many a day; and as we sat on chairs round the well-spread table, with
its snowy cloth, we felt as if we were in a dream, though we helped
ourselves in a very wide-awake manner. Having each secured in the town
whatever we could lay hands on, to take back to our less fortunate
comrades, we returned full gallop. I had got a couple of loaves in my
haversac, with an enormous cabbage, and a bottle of brandy. We overtook
the waggons just as the last one had come up to the Colonel's party,
and they were preparing to move forward.
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