The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of AdventureHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of Adventure
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878 -- Juvenile fiction
An hour later Ronald started with the detachment. They travelled
rapidly, and reached Port Elizabeth on the third day after starting,
without any adventure whatever. The waggons were not ready to start, for
a heavy sea was setting in, and the boats could not continue the work of
unloading the ship that had arrived with the ammunition two days before.
Ronald, after seeing that the horses were well cared for, the rations
served out, and the cooking commenced, strolled down to the beach to
watch the heavy surf breaking on the shore.
The encampment of the native levies was on the shore, and a white
officer was inspecting their arms when Ronald arrived. He stood for some
time watching the motley group of Fingoes; some of them were in
blankets, others in karosses of cow skin, many with feathers stuck in
their hair, all grinning and highly amused at the efforts of their
officer to get them to stand in regular line, and to hold their muskets
at an even slope on their shoulders. Some of their wives were looking on
and laughing; others were squatting about by the shelters they had
erected, cooking mealies for dinner. The officer, who was quite a young
man, seeing Ronald looking on, said, ruefully:
"I don't think there is any making soldiers out of these fellows,
sergeant."
"I don't think they would be any the better for it if you could, sir,"
Ronald said. "The fellows will fight after their own fashion, and I do
not think any amount of drill would improve them in the slightest; in
fact, it would only puzzle and confuse them to try to teach them our
discipline. They must skirmish with the Kaffirs in Kaffir fashion. When
it comes to regular fighting, it must be done by the troops. All you can
expect of the native levies is that they shall act as our scouts, find
out where the enemy are hiding, prevent surprises, and pursue them when
we have defeated them."
"Do they not try to drill them up at the front?"
"Not at all, sir. It would be quite useless to attempt it. So that they
attend on parade in the right number--and their own head man looks after
that--nothing more is expected of them. They march in a straggling body
anyhow, and when it comes to fighting, they fight in their own way, and
a very useful way it is."
"Well, I am very glad to hear you say so, sergeant. I have been doing
the best I can to give them some idea of drill; but I have, as you see,
failed altogether. I had no orders except to take command of these
fellows, but I supposed I was expected to drill them to some extent;
still, if you say they have given it up as hopeless in the front, I need
not bother myself about it."
"I don't think you need, sir. I can assure you that no attempt is made
to drill them in that way at the front."
The young officer, with an air of relief, at once dismissed the natives
from parade.
"I am in charge of the party of Rifles going up with you to-morrow, sir,
or at least as soon as the waggons are ready for you."
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