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 now noon, and having been under arms and actively engaged since
four in the morning, we were right glad of the short rest which was
allowed on the whole Division uniting at this point; and halting near
a spring, we broke our fast on biscuit and beef. The 60th Rifles had
captured about sixty head of cattle, having had one man killed and
another badly injured. The poor fellow was brought up with the rest of
our wounded, and amputation being found necessary, his arm was taken
off on the field at once; one of the Marines was also dangerously
wounded, and died two days after. We buried the two Highlanders on the
mountain top, and piled a cairn above their grave. Fresh ammunition
was issued to all the regiments, from the reserve on the pack-mules,
and after a halt of about two hours, the force separated in different
directions; Lieut.-Col. Michell's brigade consisting of the 2nd, 6th,
91st, and artillery bivouacking on the ground, in the centre of the
enemy's late position. Lieut.-Col. Nesbitt's column, consisting of the
45th regiment, the 60th Rifles, and Marines, was sent down again to
the camp in the Blinkwater valley, by the eastern spur of the range,
covered by the artillery; the Fingo Levies descending the valley to
waylay the Blinkwater passes, and prevent the enemy escaping in
that direction with cattle to the Amatolas; while the 12th, 74th,
and cavalry marched with the General for our old bivouac at Mundells
Krantz. On our route across the table-land we were suddenly fired on
from a belt of bush skirting the edge of the precipice and running up
from the Waterkloof forests below, but we continued our march without
taking further notice of them than throwing out a flank patrol of
the 74th, and a few Cape Corps; they were merely a straggling party,
more intent on annoying us than fighting, and did no other harm than
wounding a couple of horses. Our total loss this day was only three men
killed and seven wounded, after having driven the enemy from an almost
impenetrable stronghold--a dense forest with close thorny underwood,
and endless barriers of huge masses of detached rock.
The shadows of evening were falling rapidly as we once more entered the
lines of burnt out fires on our old bivouacking ground, and we were not
long in turning in to rest, lying down round the fires. One or two of
us now began to feel the effects of our late wet work, in the shape of
acute rheumatism and lumbago, which kept us awake in spite of fatigue.
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