The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Biography; Explorers -- Africa -- Biography; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
Those savage yells, and the sight of thousands of racing figures coming
towards them, discomfited the blue-coats; and when we arrived upon the
place where they had stood, they had vanished. Then we caught sight of
their beautiful array of tents, before which they had made their stand,
after being roused from their Sunday-morning sleep, and huddled into
line, at hearing their pickets challenge our skirmishers. The
half-dressed dead and wounded showed what a surprise our attack had
been. We drew up in the enemy’s camp, panting and breathing hard. Some
precious minutes were thus lost in recovering our breaths, indulging our
curiosity, and re-forming our line. Signs of a hasty rouse to the battle
were abundant. Military equipments, uniform-coats, half-packed
knapsacks, bedding, of a new and superior quality, littered the company
streets.
Meantime, a series of other camps lay behind the first array of tents.
The resistance we had met, though comparatively brief, enabled the
brigades in rear of the advance camp to recover from the shock of the
surprise; but our delay had not been long enough to give them time to
form in proper order of battle. There were wide gaps between their
divisions, into which the quick-flowing tide of elated Southerners
entered, and compelled them to fall back lest they should be surrounded.
Prentiss’s brigade, despite their most desperate efforts, were thus
hemmed in on all sides, and were made prisoners.
I had a momentary impression that, with the capture of the first camp,
the battle was well-nigh over; but, in fact, it was only a brief
prologue of the long and exhaustive series of struggles which took place
that day.
Continuing our advance, we came in view of the tops of another mass of
white tents, and, almost at the same time, were met by a furious storm
of bullets, poured on us from a long line of blue-coats, whose attitude
of assurance proved to us that we should have tough work here. But we
were so much heartened by our first success that it would have required
a good deal to have halted our advance for long. Their opportunity for
making a full impression on us came with terrific suddenness. The world
seemed bursting into fragments. Cannon and musket, shell and bullet,
lent their several intensities to the distracting uproar. If I had not a
fraction of an ear, and an eye inclined towards my Captain and Company,
I had been spell-bound by the energies now opposed to us. I likened the
cannon, with their deep bass, to the roaring of a great herd of lions;
the ripping, cracking musketry, to the incessant yapping of terriers;
the windy whisk of shells, and zipping of minie bullets, to the swoop of
eagles, and the buzz of angry wasps. All the opposing armies of Grey and
Blue fiercely blazed at each other.
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