General Gatacre: The Story of the Life and Services of Sir William Forbes Gatacre, K.C.B., D.S.O., 1843-1906Gatacre, Beatrix Wickens Davey, Lady
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General Gatacre: The Story of the Life and Services of Sir William Forbes Gatacre, K.C.B., D.S.O., 1843-1906
Gatacre, Beatrix Wickens Davey, Lady
Gatacre, William Forbes, Sir, 1843-1906; South African War, 1899-1902
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"Though I get up at daybreak and go to bed at 11 p.m. daily, I assure
you that I never have a moment; it seems strange, but if you saw the
country you would understand it. I have a long line of troops
scattered over some forty miles of country connected by a single road
along which only one man and one animal can pass at a time; sixteen
bridges which may be washed away at any moment, causing many hours'
delay in replacement; a snow pass, in the centre exactly, over which
every ounce of food has to come; a terrific road along river-beds at
one moment, running nearly up to the sky the next; 4,000 mules and
donkeys working in stages from place to place, with supplies, guards,
escorts, regiments, all of which have to be carefully watched to see
that they have food and that nothing goes wrong. All this takes time,
for it is a country one cannot gallop in, hardly go off a walk, but we
are improving the roads and cutting new ones."
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"Then the snow pass stops us; we have to carry all our loads and
supplies over the pass by hand. This makes us slow, but it is very
sure; now the snow is melting and avalanches falling in every
direction. Such an interesting country, and so beautiful! I have
never seen such scenery, such mountains, trees, and rivers--simply
magnificent! The spot I am now encamped in is about 2,000 ft. below
the top of the pass, covered with gigantic cedars and pine-trees, eight
and nine feet in diameter; I have never seen such trees. It is
impossible to imagine anything more beautiful. There are high snow
mountains all around us, a snow torrent from the avalanches rushing
some hundreds of feet below us, carrying trees, rocks, etc., along with
it; one can hardly hear oneself speak. Below in the valley one finds
every English flower almost, chiefly in blossom, white peonies,
honeysuckle--all sorts.
"Well, we are getting on all right. I have been halted here for seven
days owing to want of supplies; one of our bridges broke and stopped
them. But we are moving on to-day; this refers to the troops only--of
course I move up and down the line every day.
"One of my officers was shot at yesterday, but up to date I have been
unable to discover the man. I always have a duffedar (Native Cavalry
N.C.O.) with a carbine behind me whenever I ride, and two Goorkhas
whenever I walk; but I am out all day and most of the night, and I
wonder they have not had a shot at me yet, for it is a wild country,
full of trees, stones, and jungle.
"Yesterday I caught thirty drivers stealing stores from their loads.
There has been a great deal of this all along the road, causing us much
{141} loss; so I had them all thrashed. There was much howling, but I
do not think there will be any more thieving; we have to be summary
here."
[Sidenote: The fort]
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