to be left behind; but the merest tyro in North American, South African,
or, indeed, any bush warfare, must know that once in the bush the
assailed well armed is more than a match for the antagonist ill armed.
But a ravine yet intervened between them and the scene of slaughter, and
they were compelled to make a somewhat wide détour, during the passage
of which, however, each eye and ear was on the _qui-vive_ to the
slightest rustle of branch or bough.
A group of officers were riding in front; but one topic could be
discussed--a sad and yet a cherished and welcome theme. There is that
peculiar temperament and idiosyncrasy about the soldier, a mixture of
sentiment, poetry, and practical common sense, which makes up a
philosophy all its own, and a measure of life and death, which no man
who holds not his life in the hollow of his palm can pretend to
comprehend. "_Dépêchez-vous, s'il vous plait, monsieur_," rang in every
ear, and seemed to be echoed through the eldritch and ghostlike
solitudes of the greystones and caverns above. The ravens, disturbed at
their approach, screamed as they passed on, while the monkeys, nestling
among the luxuriant clusters of imporotla or peopisi,--fruit whose pods,
three feet long, full of large broad beans, hanging from the branches
like cucumbers or sausages, gave a singular, a cultivated, and almost
civilized aspect to the scene,--seemed as wishing to point out the spot
where the gallant young Prince was slain.
Some Zulus, about one hundred in number, were now seen hiding in bushes
and caves; but they were quickly dislodged by a party of dismounted
Lancers under Adjutant Frith, a smart officer and worthy follower in the
old traditions of his corps. The line then brought its shoulders sharply
round to the left, and covered the five huts forming the kraal, while
the officers in front galloped through the tambookie grass and maize,
and posted vedettes at each angle of the plantation. Taking open order,
General Marshall now advanced and surrounded the donga, and, dismounting
himself, with three other officers, descended the slopes of the worn and
steep shelter that held what once was a bright and gallant spirit.
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