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
Late in the evening we returned to our bivouac, and long before
daylight were again trudging across the dark mountains. At dawn we came
to the top of the Wolfsback Pass, and as we halted for a few minutes to
allow those in front to file into its narrow shady path, we discerned,
on the opposite hill across the dark intervening kloof, two or three
fires, and a few Kaffir scouts creeping along its elevated ridge, in a
stooping posture, though plainly visible to us against the brightening
sky. We made our way down through the steep forest, and reached the
ruined farm-house at the foot of the mountain, where we had halted for
breakfast about six weeks before, and seeing no signs whatever of the
enemy in these forests, in which it was thought they had taken refuge,
again ascended the range by a path a little more towards the eastern
extremity, and crossing its ridge, descended into the valley called
Fullers Hoek. This is a deep wooded kloof of the Blinkwater, till
lately in the territories of Hermanus, who found its thick forests and
almost inaccessible retreats so favourable for the concealment of the
horses and fat cattle of the colonists, that he was at last deprived
of it by the Government, and allotted a more open tract of country in
its stead, belonging to a burgher, named Fuller, who, taking possession
of the Chief's valley, gave it the name it now bears. The General
having moved down into the Blinkwater, with the artillery and horse,
co-operated with us, as we scoured through the scattered bush, with
companies extended right across the glen, clearing the cover from one
end to the other, as we advanced, burning and destroying all the cattle
kraals and huts in our way. Some Kaffirs, on the summit of a lofty
perpendicular precipice crowning a steep wooded mountain on our left,
shouted to us to let the kraals alone, and one of them gave us a song!
they were far beyond rifle range.
At noon we reached the camp near the ruins of the old Blinkwater Post,
and found the 45th regiment, the 60th Rifles, the Artillery, Marines,
and Cape Mounted Rifles, already encamped. Commissariat supplies were
sent up to Lieut.-Colonel Michell's Brigade, left in position on the
Heights, at the head of the Waterkloof. A party of us rode into Fort
Beaufort, and the 60th marched in in the evening, on their route back
to King William's Town. We all dined together at the very humble inn,
and slept at night on the chairs, tables, and floors, lots being drawn
for an antiquated wooden billiard-table, in consequence of its superior
accommodation.
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