Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal FusiliersMillais, John Guille
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Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal Fusiliers
Millais, John Guille
Selous, Frederick Courteney, 1851-1917; World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Africa
About 5 o'clock our whole force advanced across the open valley
below the ridges we had taken nearly the whole day to clear. To
do this we had to get through a swamp, intersected by a small
river, which was much more than waist deep. Having negotiated
this, we then took possession of two rocks, hills from which we
drove the enemy just before it got dark. I was standing beside a
stone on the top of the first hill, when a bullet struck a small
dead stump just in front of and within a yard of me. Where the
bullet afterwards went I don't know, but it sent a large chunk
of dead wood against my chest, and another against a man just
behind me, which hit him in the groin. He evidently thought he
was hit and fell to the ground with a groan. But he was no more
hit or hurt than I was, and soon recovered his composure. We had
had a very hard day, having had nothing to eat, and not even a
cup of coffee before leaving the ship. Provisions were to have
been sent on shore for us, but if they were, we never got them.
I had a hard biscuit and a lump of cheese in my pocket, but
these were ruined in the swamp. General Stewart and his Staff
joined us in the evening, and one of his staff gave Major Webb,
Lieutenant Hargraves and myself each a small sausage. Colonel
Kitchener (Lord Kitchener's brother) was with General Stewart's
Staff, and he introduced himself to me, and was as nice as
possible. He insisted on giving me a few thin biscuits which I
shared with my two company officers. The day had been intensely
hot and muggy, but the night was clear and there was a good
moon. Colonel Driscoll wanted to go on and take the town by
storm in the night; but General Stewart thought it better to
wait until the morning. Most of our men were, I think, very much
exhausted, but I, I think, was in as good shape as any of them.
I really was not tired at all. We passed a most uncomfortable
night.[72] As soon as the dew began to fall it got very cold, so
cold that we could not sleep at all. We were wet through too up
to our chests. During the night someone set light to some native
huts in the banana-plantation below our hill, so I took
advantage of the blaze and went down there, and stripping stark
naked dried all my things before going up the hill again. Whilst
I was doing this our dead were taken past on stretchers. The
wounded had been taken on to our hospital-ship in the afternoon.
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