True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
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True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
We travelled all night over flat country covered with thick thorn-bush,
going in a south-westerly direction until 6 a.m. the following morning,
when we rested for an hour. Then we pushed on again; we wished to put
as great a distance as possible between us and the camp, as we thought
there was a danger of the Germans finding the missing water-bottles
and the half-bottle of rum at daylight. Even if they did, however, we
knew the native trackers would have a difficulty in picking up our
"spoor," as it had been raining during the night, and the rain would
have obliterated our footprints.
About noon we saw a herd of whitish animals, like mules, which I
understood were quagga. We also saw several herds of zebra. We halted
again at 1 p.m., rested for another hour, and then walked on until 9
p.m. The country here was hilly, with patches of thorn-bush, and the
veldt offered fair going. We rested until 11 p.m., walked on until
three next morning (February 5th) and rested until five. From 5 a.m.
we walked all day over sandy, flat country covered with thick bush.
Here I got separated from the others for about two hours, but was in
no danger, as I carried the compass at this time. I afterwards saw my
companions about a mile away, and we exchanged signals and soon came
together again. I then handed the compass back to Franzen, and between
him and Mackenzie it was carried for the remainder of the journey.
About 7 p.m. we got some water to drink from crevices in the rocks, by
sucking it up. It was a laborious business, but we wanted to conserve
our scanty supply as much as possible. This was about 9 p.m. Soon after
dark it commenced to rain very hard, and we got wet through, having no
shelter and all being in shirt-sleeves (I had discarded the tunic given
me by Trooper Lawford and buried it in the sand the previous day). We
moved on again at midnight, but were only able to proceed slowly as it
was still pitch dark, and the ground very rocky. However, we struggled
along until 4 a.m.
We started off again at daybreak, feeling frightfully cold and
miserable, our clothes being soaked through. We managed to fill four
water-bags from pools in the rocks, crossed a sand flat, and halted
about noon at a small kopje in the middle of it. While resting there
we saw a Klip Kafir coming from a north-westerly direction. He passed
without seeing us, and returned at about 3 p.m. with a companion. We
had to remain hidden until 5 p.m., owing to the proximity of these
natives, as they would have been dangerous to us. They are quite
uncivilized and wild, use poisoned arrows, and are generally shot by
the Germans at sight. They had four dogs with them, and we were lucky
the animals did not scent us.
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