Charge! A Story of Briton and BoerFenn, George Manville
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Charge! A Story of Briton and Boer
Fenn, George Manville
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
Well, I had been very hard at work all day; and Nature intended the
lying-down position to be accompanied by sleep. In less than a minute,
I suppose--in spite of home troubles, risks in the future, and, above
all, that one so very close at hand--my eyes closed for what seemed to
be about a moment. Then some one was shaking my shoulder, and the some
one's voice announced that it was Sergeant Briggs going round to all the
men of his troop.
"Come, rouse up, my lad! rouse up!" he whispered. "We're off in less
than half-an-hour."
I sprang to my feet, just as Denham came up. "Oh, there you are," he
said drowsily. "I was just coming to wake you. I say, get right up
beside me. We may as well go through it close together, and give one
another a help--if we can."
That was a weird and strange business, moving about in the darkness,
with the horses snorting and sighing as the saddle-girths were
tightened, and bits and curbs adjusted for a ride where everything
depended upon horse and man being well in accord; but the preparations
did not take long, and we were soon all standing in our places, bridle
upon arm, and in as regular order as the roughness of the stone-littered
court would allow.
I now learned that the men posted upon the walls had been withdrawn, and
that every one was in his place, waiting for the command to start upon a
ride at the end of which many would not answer to their names.
Then, from out of the darkness, the Colonel's voice rose low and clear,
giving the order "March!" and in single file the men moved off, leading
their horses towards the openings, through which they passed; then they
bore off to their right to take up position in line till all were out,
our troop being last. Next came the order, softly given to the first
troop, to mount; and the same order was quietly passed along from troop
to troop till it reached us, and we sprang into our saddles almost
without a sound.
"First come first served," said Denham to me in a whisper. "I should
have liked to be in front so as to do some of the scouting and feeling
for the enemy, besides having first go at them before they grew thick.
I say, Val, we must mind that we don't get cut off and taken prisoners."
"Ugh! Yes," I said, with a shiver. "I say, isn't it rather chilly?"
"Be warm enough presently," said Denham bitterly. "Bah! This is too
bad. I did want to be first in the column."
"Form fours--left!" came from the front.
I felt electrified as, quite accustomed to the command, the horses swung
round to the left.
Then came the word "March!" and our column moved off, with Denham
whispering to me.
"Talk about luck," he said. "Why, we're going round the other way, and
we are to open the ball after all."
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