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
Upon Lord Wolseley's arrival we heard the rumour of the murder of
Colonel Stewart at El-Kamar, and of the slaying of his companions.
Ultimately, the news was confirmed. Stewart, with three steamers, had
left Khartoum on 10th September. After shelling the forts at Berber,
two of the steamers returned; while Stewart, in the Abbas, which was
towing two boats carrying refugees, went on to Abu Hamid, where the
natives opened a heavy fire. The boats were cast adrift and their
passengers captured. Stewart went on; his steamer was wrecked near the
village of Hebbeh, at which, having been induced to land by treachery,
Stewart, M. Herbin, French Consul at Khartoum, Mr. Power, _Times_
correspondent, and a number of Greeks and Egyptians, were slain. It
was a pitiful end to all Colonel Stewart's gallant service with Gordon.
During the first part of my time at Wady Halfa I was engaged under Lord
Wolseley's instructions in the inspection of the transport up and down
the river, often riding more than forty miles in a day upon a camel.
Wady Halfa was then being formed into the base camp preparatory to the
general advance: and troops and stores were arriving daily. The
railway ran along the east bank of the river to Sarras, 33 miles
distant.
One day, when Sir Evelyn Wood and a party of soldiers were going by
train to Sarras, and Commander Hammill and I were accompanying them,
the engine broke down half-way. The Egyptian engineer and stoker being
helpless, Hammill and I examined the locomotive, Hammill taking the top
part, while I lay on my back underneath, close to the furnace, where
the sensation was like being baked in an oven. The bearings were
overheated, a lubricating tube having become unscrewed. After two
hours' hard work, we managed to reverse the tube end for end and to
refix it. Sir Evelyn Wood helped to pull me from under the engine,
{227} and laughed till he cried. I was covered with black grease from
top to toe, and my clothes were scorched to tatters. Hammill was in no
better case, his suit being drenched with oil. The spectacle may have
been very amusing to the general; but neither Hammill nor I had more
than two suits, and here was one of them destroyed entirely.
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