Mafeking : $b a diary of the siegeBaillie, Frederick David
History
Mafeking : $b a diary of the siege
Baillie, Frederick David
Mafikeng (South Africa) -- History -- Siege, 1899-1900; South African War, 1899-1902
25th. There was a good deal of firing to-day round the western
trenches. In the evening a native convicted as a spy was executed. He
had been sent in to obtain full information as to the stores, forts,
their garrisons, and the general disposition of the forces of the town.
He quite acknowledged the justice of his sentence, but only seemed to
think that it was hard lines that he should be executed before he had
had time to procure any information at all. This is the third native
spy executed, and the various native contingents are detailed in turn
for the duty.
26th. Bradley’s Hotel was partially wrecked by a shell. This is the
most effective explosion we have so far had. A large piece from the
shell went humming overhead beyond the B.S.A.P. fort, quite
three-quarters of a mile from its bursting. There is generally time for
a morning ride before the big gun commences shelling, but during the
last three or four hundred yards into the town, if the bells have begun
to ring, there is a certain amount of excitement in returning to the
hotel, as it is to this portion of the town that the enemy generally
confines his attentions about breakfast time. Later in the afternoon,
Lady Sarah Wilson and Captain Wilson, who are both now convalescent,
were seated with Major Goold Adams in a passage in the upper storey of
the convent, when a shell burst about four feet over their heads,
covering them with a pile of bricks and rubbish, but fortunately they
escaped with a few bruises. There were rumours of a contemplated attack
early next morning, and the northern and western fronts accordingly
stood to arms. More significance was given to the rumours in that the
Dutch women in the women’s laager unanimously sought the shelter of the
bomb proofs at an early hour. It was not till the next day that the
reason was patent.
27th. During my return from my morning ride the big gun fired, and I
saw the shell burst somewhat short of the women’s laager. I naturally
supposed this was an accident. It was not, however, the case. The big
gun commenced a rapid fire in the same direction, and the effects of the
shells as they fell were heliographed back from the western heights.
The messages were intercepted by our signallers, under Sergeant Moffat.
They placed eight large shells in and close round the laager, and we now
understood the reason for the Dutch women taking the cover they did. It
was a most deliberate piece of barbarism; mercifully, there were no
casualties.
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