The Memoirs of Admiral Lord BeresfordBeresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
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The Memoirs of Admiral Lord Beresford
Beresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century
H.H. the Khedive wrote to me, kindly expressing his sense of my
services, and at the same time offering me an appointment upon his
staff, in which capacity I was to go to the front. Lord Granville and
the Admiralty having signified their permission that I should accept
the post, I left Alexandria for Ismailia, together with several members
of the Khedival staff.
We went by steamer, which towed a huge iron lighter carrying horses. A
beam ran from stem to stern of the lighter, and to it the horses were
tethered with halters. I remarked to the captain of the steamer that
it would be advisable, in order to avoid injuring the lighter, to take
every precaution to prevent the steamer from having to go astern. But
in Ismailia Bay, which was crowded with shipping, a vessel crossed the
steamer's bows, the steamer was forced to go astern, and she cut a hole
in the lighter with her propeller. One of the ship's officers
instantly descended the Jacob's ladder into the lighter with me, and we
cut the halters of the horses, just in time to free them before the
lighter sank, and there we were swimming about among the wild and
frightened stallions. By splashing the water into their faces, we
turned one or two shorewards, when the rest followed and came safely to
land.
Upon discussing the matter of my appointment to the staff of the
Khedive with Sir Garnet Wolseley, to my {207} surprise he declined to
permit me to accept it. Discipline is discipline, and there was
nothing for it but to acquiesce.
I was about packing up my things, when Mr. Cameron, the war
correspondent of _The Standard_, informed me that he was authorised to
appoint a correspondent to _The New York Herald_, and also that he had
permission to send the said correspondent to the front, where I
particularly desired to go. The notion attracted me. I applied to the
military authorities for permission to accept the offer. Permission
was, however, refused. So there was nothing to do but to go home. But
before starting, I consoled myself by sending some provisions,
privately, to the unfortunate officers at the front, who, owing to the
substitution by the transport people of tents for food, were short of
necessaries. I obtained from the Orient four large boxes filled with
potted lobster, salmon, sardines, beef, tins of cocoa, and so forth,
and sent one box each to the 1st Life Guards, the Blues, the Guards,
and the Royal Marines. The orders were that no private supplies were
to go up. These I ventured to disregard; got up bright and early at
three o'clock in the morning; and had the boxes stowed under the hay
which was being sent up in railway trucks, before officialdom was out
of bed. Then I went home.
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