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
We halted for some time here, and the sun was so blazing hot that we
stretched blankets over the stands of piled arms, as a shelter from its
burning rays; in front of us, rising in the distance above the dark
forest that sloped abruptly into the valley below, stood the grand and
lofty Winterberg, its lower ranges of a deep purple tint, the higher
white with snow. Along the front of the forest the huts were totally
destroyed, but just within its shelter we found many still standing,
untouched and quite deserted, also cattle kraals and stables, made of
young trees, felled and twined in and out between the larger standing
ones; in the huts were all sorts of odd things--calabashes, beads,
bridles, hatchets, karosses, bags of seeds and of the red clay with
which they cover their bodies, rheims, large pieces of the root of the
Noë-boom root, peeled for food; two or three litters of blind puppies,
jealously guarded by half-famished curs; quantities of sheep-skins and
piles of bullocks' horns, and all kinds of minor rubbish, with several
bullet moulds, and a quantity of newly-cast balls. The trees around
were scored with bullet marks high and low, and many shivered into
splinters by the shells; one or two large and recently-made graves
were found, and a sickening odour arose from the thick underwood,
where there must have been many more bodies hidden among the tangled
thickets. While clambering among the huge masses of creeper-grown rock,
which were rudely thrown together in every size and form, among the
forest trees growing out of their clefts, I accidentally observed, half
covered by the wild vine, a narrow opening between two enormous crags,
and peeping in with some trouble, found, to my astonishment, a cave or
chamber capable of holding a dozen or fifteen men, the floor covered
with grass matting and sheep-skins, while the entrance was naturally
concealed by a clump of thick bushes. From such hiding places our
troops were shot down by unseen enemies, and officers picked off at the
head of their astonished men.
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