Dulcie Carlyon: A novel. Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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Dulcie Carlyon: A novel. Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
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Bob--that rackety Warwickshire lad--was very wary. He did not fire
hurriedly, but shot them down in succession, taking a steady and
deliberate aim. At last his only remaining cartridge was dropped
into the breech-block of his rifle; another Zulu fell, and then he
was slain. This was about five in the evening, when the shadow of
the hill of Isandhlwana was falling far eastward across the valley
towards the ridge of Isipesi.
'We ransacked the camp,' said a Zulu prisoner afterwards, 'and took
away everything we could find. We broke up the ammunition-boxes and
took all the cartridges. We practised a great deal at our kraals
with the rifles and ammunition. Lots of us had the same sort of
rifle that the soldiers used, having bought them in our own country,
but some who did not know how to use it had to be shown by those who
did.'
Five entire companies of the 1st battalion of the 24th perished
there, with ninety men of the 2nd battalion; 832 officers and men
mutilated and disembowelled, in most instances stripped, lay there
dead, shot in every position, amid gashed and gory horses, mules, and
oxen, while 1400 oxen and £60,000 of commissariat supplies were
carried off.
At ten minutes past six in the evening of that most fatal day Lord
Chelmsford was joined by Colonel Glyn's force. A kind of column was
formed, with the guns in the centre, with the companies of the 2nd
battalion of the 24th on each flank, and when the sun had set, and
its last light was lingering redly on the rocky scalp of Isandhlwana,
this force was within two miles of the camp, where now alone the dead
lay. The opaque outline of the adjacent hills was visible, with the
dark figures of the Zulus pouring in thousands over them in the
direction of Ulundi; and after shelling the neck of the Isandhlwana
Hill--where it would seem none of the enemy were, for no response was
made--the shattered force, crestfallen in spirit, heavy in heart, and
after having marched thirty miles, and been without food for
forty-eight hours, bivouacked among the corpses of their comrades.
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