Prince and the Basutos, who were surrounding the plateau above, about
100 savages now suddenly showed themselves, as if to invite combat, on
the opposite side of the ravine. The object of all these man[oe]uvres
was now obvious enough. The Zulus who were running away on the plateau
above were so doing to lure the English force on to follow, when the
party halfway up the krantz would probably be joined by a number of men
from the kraals, and endeavour to block them in from the rear. It was
now noticed that they were about to send messengers away for assistance,
and this they could not do without running the gauntlet of fire of
Buller's column. Crouching down, so as to be concealed as much as
possible from the fire of the English rifles, two of the men belonging
to the Zulu party ran rapidly away from the native column until they
were within fifty yards of Buller's position. As they passed, a man
raised his gun, and made an excellent shot at the leader, who never
moved after he touched the ground, upon which he fell headlong. The
remaining man, seeing the fate of his comrade, ran back to his people
with wonderful activity, sharpened no doubt by the ping and whiz of
half a dozen rifle-bullets sent after him at about 200 yards. Baker's
Horse were now sent on to the table-land above, to look after the Prince
Imperial, Rane, and the Basutos, whom they found in high glee, chasing
some flying Zulus, who seemed too scared to notice that their assailants
only numbered eight men.
They now surveyed the surrounding country without further molestation.
In front lay a broad valley, in the midst of which ran the Blood river,
now shrunk to a thin silver thread; on the left at some distance off
could be seen the table-shaped mountain of Mhlatze; and on the right was
that spot of fatal memories, Isandhlwana, with its huge crag in the
rear, raising its lion-like crest over the veldt below. After descending
the mountain and burning the kraals on its south-east slopes, Buller and
his party returned to camp without any event happening on their homeward
route.
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