Maiwa's Revenge; Or, The War of the Little HandHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Maiwa's Revenge; Or, The War of the Little Hand
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting guides -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Revenge -- Fiction
“On they came with a rush; they were within eighty yards now, and as
they drew near the point of attack, I observed that they closed their
ranks, which was so much the better for us.
“‘Shall we not fire, my father?’ sung out the captain.
“‘No, confound you!’ I answered.
“‘Sixty yards—fifty—forty—thirty. Fire, you scoundrels!’ I yelled,
setting the example by letting off both barrels of my elephant gun into
the thickest part of the company opposite to me.
“Instantly the place rang out with the discharge of two hundred and odd
guns, while the air was torn by the passage of every sort of missile,
from iron pot legs down to slugs and pebbles coated with lead. The
result was very prompt. The Matukus were so near that we could not miss
them, and at thirty yards a lead-coated stone out of a gas-pipe is as
effective as a Martini rifle, or more so. Over rolled the attacking
soldiers by the dozen, while the survivors, fairly frightened, took to
their heels. We plied them with shot till they were out of range—I made
it very warm for them with the elephant gun, by the way—and then we
loaded up in quite a cheerful frame of mind, for we had not lost a man,
whereas I could count more than fifty dead and wounded Matukus. The
only thing that damped my ardour was that, stare as I would, I could
see no column of smoke upon the mountain crest.
“Half an hour elapsed before any further steps were taken against us.
Then the attacking force adopted different tactics. Seeing that it was
very risky to try to rush us in dense masses, they opened out into
skirmishing order and ran across the open space in lots of five and
six. As it happened, right at the foot of the koppie the ground broke
away a little in such fashion that it was almost impossible for us to
search it effectually with our fire. On the hither side of this dip
Wambe’s soldiers were now congregating in considerable numbers. Of
course we did them as much damage as we could while they were running
across, but this sort of work requires good shots, and that was just
what we had not got. Another thing was, that so many of our men would
insist upon letting off the things they called guns at every little
knot of the enemy that ran across. Thus, the first few lots were indeed
practically swept away, but after that, as it took a long while to load
the gas-pipes and old flint muskets, those who followed got across in
comparative safety. For my own part, I fired away with the elephant gun
and repeating carbine till they grew almost too hot to hold, but my
individual efforts could do nothing to stop such a rush, or perceptibly
to lessen the number of our enemies.
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