The Kopje Garrison: A Story of the Boer WarFenn, George Manville
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The Kopje Garrison: A Story of the Boer War
Fenn, George Manville
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
"Does he, sir?" said the sergeant cheerfully. "Very well, sir, then we
must do it. Beg pardon, sir; might be as well for you to go on and say
a few words to the lads to cheer them up."
"They're doing wonderfully well, sergeant."
"That's true, sir; but we want 'em to do better. They don't see the
worst of it. It's all very well to appeal to a soldier's heart and his
honour, and that sort of thing; but this is a special time."
"What do you mean? This is no time for making speeches to the brave
fellows."
"Of course not, sir. But just you say in your merry, laughing way
something about the beggars wanting to get our beef, and you'll see what
the lads can do. Taking a bone from a hungry dog'll be nothing to it.
The lads'll shoot as they never shot before, for there isn't one of them
that isn't thinking of roast and boiled."
Dickenson laughed, and went on at once along the little column, saying
his few words somewhat on the plan the sergeant had suggested, and it
sent a thrill through the little force. They had just come up with the
convoy guard, who heard what he said, and somehow or other--how, it is
as well not to inquire--several of the great lumbering beasts began to
bellow angrily and broke into a trot, which probably being comprehended
by the drove in front, they too broke into a trot, which in turn was
taken up by the spans in the wagons, and the whole line was in motion.
The drivers and forelopers who led the way made for the cover, and at
the word of order that passed along the line the men doubled, cheering
loudly the while, and sending the bullocks blundering along in a cloud
of dust.
"Steady, there! Steady!" shouted the major. "Never mind the cattle.
The lads will be winded, and unable to shoot."
"Yes," panted Captain Edwards; for while this had been going on, the
enemy, now tripled in number, were repeating their former evolution, and
two clouds of them taking a wide sweep round were nearly abreast of the
little force, evidently on their way to seize the patch of bush as a
shelter for their horses while they dismounted, occupied the cover, and
dealt destruction to those who came on.
The major saw the uselessness of his manoeuvre now, and was almost ready
to give it up; but still he had hopes.
"The cattle will screen our advance," he said, "and the enemy are bound
to ride right round on account of cover for their horses. I believe
even now that we can get to this side as soon as the Boers get to the
other, and we must clear the bush at the point of the bayonet."
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