Swallow: A Tale of the Great TrekHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Swallow: A Tale of the Great Trek
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Historical fiction; South Africa -- History -- Great Trek, 1836-1840 -- Fiction; Transvaal (South Africa) -- Fiction
At Thaba Nchu we camped, waiting for other bands of emigrants, but
after four or five months some of our number grew so impatient that
they started off by themselves. Among these were the companies under
the Heer Triegaart and the Heer Rensenburg, who wished us to accompany
him, but Jan would not, I do not know why. It was as well, for the
knob-nosed Kaffirs killed him and everybody with him. Triegaart, who
had separated from him, trekked to Delagoa Bay, and reached it, where
nearly all his people died of fever.
After that we moved northwards in detachments, instead of keeping
together as we should have done, with the result that several of our
parties were fallen upon and murdered by the warriors of Moselikatse.
Our line of march was between where Bloemfontein and Winburg now stand
in the Orange Free State, and it was south of the Vaal, not far from
the Rhenoster River that Moselikatse attacked us.
I cannot tell the tale of all this way, I can only tell of what I saw
myself. We were of the party under the leadership of Carl Celliers,
afterwards an elder of the church at Kronnstadt. Celliers went on a
commission to Zoutpansberg to spy out the land, and it was while he was
away that so many families were cut off by Moselikatse, the remainder
of them, with such of their women and children as were left alive,
retreating to our laager. Then Celliers returned from his commission,
and we retired to a place called Vechtkop, near the Rhenoster River;
altogether we numbered not more than fifty or sixty souls, including
women and children.
Here we heard that Moselikatse was advancing to make an end of us, so
we made our laager as strong as we could, lashing the disselboom of
each waggon beneath the framework of that before it and filling the
spaces beneath and between with the crowns and boughs of sharp-thorned
mimosa trees, which we tied to the trek tows and brake chains so that
they could not be torn away. Also in the middle of the laager we made
an inner defence of seven waggons, in which were placed the women and
children, with the spare food and gunpowder, but the cattle we were
obliged to leave outside. Early on the morning when we had finished the
laager we heard that the impi of Moselikatse was close to us, and the
men to the number of over thirty rode out to look for it, leaving but a
few to defend the camp.
About an hour’s ride away they found the Kaffirs, thousands of them,
and a Hottentot who could speak their tongue was instructed to call to
them and ask them why they attacked us. By way of answer they shouted
out the name of their chief and began to charge, whereupon our men
dismounted from their horses and opened fire upon them, mounting again
before they could come near. So the fight went on until the laager was
reached, and many Kaffirs were killed without any loss to the Boers,
for luckily in those days the natives had no firearms.
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