Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Marshals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Wood, Evelyn, 1838-1919
Our casualties were slight--one killed and eight wounded, while four
men who fled into the Bush, reappeared, one a month later. The bush
on either side was so thick that the Ashantis could only crawl slowly
through it, and did not dare come down the path, as they were shot
by the European officers. I feared at one time that Sergeant Silver,
Marine Artillery, would be trampled upon till he was insensible, and
drew my revolver to keep back the crowd from him. I was just about
to fire, when a black man seeing my face knocked down the nearest
Haussa who was pressing on Silver, and kept back the fugitives until
the Sergeant recovered his breath. I halted at nightfall, when
we had retreated 7 miles, intending to stand; but the Ashantis,
imagining I had been reinforced, became panic-stricken, and fled
northwards--recrossing the Prah three days later.
Sir Garnet reported: “This attack caused the whole of the Ashanti Army
to retreat in the utmost haste and confusion, leaving their dead and
dying everywhere along the path.”
The effect on the European officers of their exertions on the 27th was
marked. Next morning I was the only effective officer, and spent the
day in instructing three companies in aiming Drill. I had been on my
back on the 16th, after two very long marches extending over twelve
hours, although the progress made was comparatively small; but possibly
on this occasion the excitement of the fight kept me up, and I did not
suffer at all. Lieutenant Richmond was never again effective during
the Expedition, and the health of his predecessor Gordon was seriously
broken; but he had been for months on the Coast prior to Sir Garnet’s
arrival. Lieutenant Woodgate struggled on, but some days afterwards
I found him lying insensible on the track; and some conception of
our duties may be formed when I state he had £132 on him, mostly in
silver, for we were all paying carriers as they put down their loads.
Arthur Eyre, also, whose irrepressible energy always led him to overtax
his strength, had to go on board ship sick, and came back to me only
when we reached Prahsu.
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