Tom Willoughby's Scouts: A Story of the War in German East AfricaStrang, Herbert
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Tom Willoughby's Scouts: A Story of the War in German East Africa
Strang, Herbert
German East Africa -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Africa -- Juvenile fiction
More than once he had wished for the companionship of a man of his own
race. Mirambo was a devoted lieutenant, but consultation with him could
only be carried on through Mwesa, and his range of ideas was as limited
as the boy’s command of English. Tom felt the lack of an equal, a man
of like upbringing and education, with whom he might have had those long
and intimate talks in which mind reacts on mind with mutual helpfulness.
More than ever he wished it now. An advancing enemy should be harassed;
but Tom dared not leave the nullah himself, and neither Mirambo nor any
other native had the cool judgment and the self-control necessary in the
commander of even a disciplined force, much more in one who had only
half-trained negroes under his leadership. Pitted against well-drilled
askaris under capable German officers, the Wahehe would be hopelessly
overmatched; they would almost certainly be outflanked and cut off, and
Tom could not afford to lose men. Under a white man the risks would not
have been so great. But it is idle to long for the impossible, and Tom
realised that the only safe course was to keep the men with him. He
gave orders to his scouts to fall back upon the nullah when the enemy
advanced, but slowly, and noting their progress from point to point.
It was on the third day after the little action at the bridge that his
furthermost scout reported the enemy were on the move. They had marched
two miles along the track from the spot on which they had encamped
beside the Neu Langenburg road. There was a great host of askaris, a
great host of porters, and several white men. Some of the porters were
dragging a long green bottle on wheels.
A long green bottle on wheels!
Tom felt a sinking at heart. What could this be but a field gun? The
hosts of askaris did not dismay him: their numbers were, no doubt,
exaggerated by the natives as usual; but he recognized that his
barricade of trees would be a poor defence against shell-fire. There
was little time to improvise adequate protection; but he set almost the
whole of his men to work at once in digging a deep trench a few yards
behind the barricade.
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