Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Marshals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Wood, Evelyn, 1838-1919
Some few days after I joined, I went over early to Glasgow to pay my
respects to the Colonel, who was there with three companies, two being
stationed at Ayr. The Colonel was away on leave, and when I entered
at half-past nine the dingy little anteroom, there sat four or five
officers who had just breakfasted; rising, they bowed, with awkward
shyness, which was the more marked in contrast with the self-possession
and polished manners of a young officer with an eyeglass, who came
forward and talked to me as if he were receiving me in his mother’s
drawing-room. After a few minutes’ conversation, he said, “If you will
excuse me, sir, I will go into the next room and have my breakfast;”
and when he closed the door I asked his name, and was told it was
Arthur Eyre. “Is he a son of the late Sir William?” “Yes.” “He was
not only brave in action, but very determined in the maintenance
of discipline, as you will understand from my story. In June 1852
(mid-winter), during a Kafir war, his battalion, 73rd Perthshire, made
a forced march from King William’s Town to the Döhne, Kabousie Nek,
to endeavour to surprise Sandilli. The men carried their packs: two
blankets and greatcoats, seven days’ biscuits and groceries, and 70
rounds. There was much grumbling in the Ranks, and 60 men straggled out
of their companies, though fear of the Kafirs kept them between the
battalion and its Rear guard. When the murmurs of the laggards could no
longer be ignored, Eyre asked them what they meant. ‘We cannot march
farther, sir, carrying all this load.’ The Colonel halted, ordered the
60 men to ‘pile’ their blankets and ‘Stand clear.’ Then moving the
battalion 50 yards away, he made the Pioneers burn the blankets, and
resumed the march. I have no doubt the facts were as I narrate.” As
I finished speaking a deep voice came from an elderly Captain on the
sofa, who had not previously spoken: “It’s tr-r-rue, every wur-r-rd,
for I was there as a Pr-r-ivate in the Regiment.” The officer who
corroborated my story was Captain Rennie, who, promoted into the 90th
from the 73rd, gained his V.C. at Lucknow.
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