The History of Lumsden's Horse: A Complete Record of the Corps from Its Formation to Its Disbandment
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The History of Lumsden's Horse: A Complete Record of the Corps from Its Formation to Its Disbandment
Great Britain. Army. Lumsden's Horse; South African War, 1899-1902 -- Regimental histories -- Great Britain
One of us sadly asked if they had put in sugar as well, and on
receiving a reply in the affirmative, murmured, ‘What good hot water!’
Then we munched away at rusks, of which light and tasteless provender
they chucked us in a quantity in the bottom of a sack, and I wondered
if the nourishment contained therein would compensate for the energy
expended in chewing them. I know I registered a mental vow never to
feed my horses on bran alone if ever I got back to India. A few of us
had pipes, and there was no difficulty about Boer tobacco; but here,
again, one was reminded of bran, for although the colour was not quite
the same the taste was nearly identical with what I imagine bran would
give if smoked. As it grew late the cold increased, and by 9 o’clock
we were shivering. Those of us who had managed to retain their
greatcoats were not so badly off, but others, who had nothing but thin
khaki tunics, suffered considerably. On representing matters to the
sentries, they procured for us a few blankets and empty sacks, and,
huddled together, each man endeavoured to sleep to the chatter of his
neighbour’s teeth.
The laager next morning showed signs of great activity. A large patrol
was about to start in the direction of the British lines, and the two
hundred or so composing this body shook hands, every man of them, with
half a dozen of their comrades, who, it afterwards turned out, were to
form our escort to Pretoria. According to our preconceived ideas of
how troops should move out of camp the behaviour of the Boers seemed
absurd. No word of command appeared to be given, but in a moment the
aspect of the camp that had been full of men lolling about, talking
and skylarking, was changed. Horses were saddled, bridled, and mounted
in a matter of seconds, the ceremony of hand-shaking gone through, and
in less than five minutes from the first impulse which set them
getting ready the patrol had disappeared over the skyline. Some were
trotting, some cantering, and there was no attempt at formation; but
none the less their method, or want of it, was effective, and one
could not help being impressed with the individual independence of
each man, combined, as it was, with complete unanimity of object in
the whole body.
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