Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Marshals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Wood, Evelyn, 1838-1919
They refused, so I had the right-hand man thrown down
and flogged until I was nearly sick from the sight. Then I had the next
man treated in a similar manner, but he received only 25 lashes when,
turning his head, he said, “I will carry.” The company then gave in,
and undertook to carry their comrade down to the Coast.
Two marches farther on, from the carelessness of an interpreter, and
the peculiar reticence of the Native character, I nearly had a man
flogged unjustly, the remembrance of which would have been very painful
to me. The Native soldiers for choice carried everything on their
heads, blanket, ammunition, rifles and cooking-pots, and thus when a
shot was fired in the Bush, or a man moved unexpectedly, everything
came down with a crash, and as we had several false alarms, I was
obliged to provide against this trouble. This I did by issuing two
cross belts for each black soldier. For two successive mornings I
noticed that one man in the Elmina company was still carrying loads
on his head. I fined him a day’s pay, and when I saw him disobeying
orders the third morning I had him made a prisoner. He still refused to
carry his kit except on his head, so I sent for the doctor, and said to
the Elmina, “When the men have eaten, I shall flog you.” While I was
having a cup of cocoa, a deputation came to the tree under which I was
sitting, to beg their comrade off, saying, “You have put us in front on
every occasion; when you, or your white officers went out, whether they
belonged to our company or not, we have always escorted them, and we
beg you will not flog this man.” I explained that he must obey orders.
They still gave me no indication of why the man had refused to obey
orders, but when I saw him and asked for a reason, he replied simply,
“The belts hurt me;” and on my further questioning him, he opened the
front of his shirt, and showed a deep hole in his body, which he had
received from a slug in action at Ordasu, and into which, without
troubling a doctor, he had stuffed a lump of grass! I rejoiced in my
persistence in questioning the man, which was the means of saving me
from doing a great injustice.
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