With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born LeaderHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born Leader
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
They had not brought the same ponies all the way; as soon as one showed
signs of fatigue, it was changed for another with the arrangement that,
should they return that way, they would take it back and give the chief
a present for having seen that it was taken care of. The four natives,
although well contented with the way in which they were fed and cared
for, were much puzzled at the eagerness of their employers to push on,
and the disregard they paid to all the information obtained for them of
opportunities for sport. Several times they had said to Jack: "How is
it the baas does not stop to shoot? There are plenty of deer, and in
some places lions. There are zebras, too, though these are not easy to
get at, and very difficult to stalk. Why do you push on so fast that
the ponies have to be left behind, and others taken on? We cannot
understand it. We have been with white men who came into our country to
shoot, or to see what the land was like, but they did not travel like
this. Besides, we shall soon be in the land of the Boers, and as the
English are at war with them, they will shoot them if they find them."
Jack had only been told that his masters were going to strike a blow at
the Boers, and had not troubled himself as to its nature. He had seen
how they had defeated much larger parties than their own, and had
unbounded confidence in them. He therefore only said:
"The baas has not told me. I know that all the gentlemen are very
brave, and have no fear of the Boers. I do not think that we need fear
that any harm will happen. They shoot enough for us to eat heartily,
they buy drink for us at every kraal they stop at, and if they have
seen no game they buy a sheep. What can we want more? They have got you
guns, but you have never needed to use them; perhaps you may before you
get back. If the Boers meddle with them you will be able to fight."
The prospect of a chance of being allowed to fight against the Boers
would alone have inspired the four natives to bear any amount of
fatigue without a murmur, and each day's march farther north had
heightened their hopes that they might use their guns against their old
enemies. It was on the twenty-first day after starting that, from a
hill commanding a broad extent of country, they caught sight of a train
of waggons, and knew that their journey was just at an end. They had
debated which side of the Komati river would be the best to follow, and
had agreed to take the eastern bank.
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