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
"There are twenty-one of us, sir, and we are all about the same age. We
were great friends together at Johannesburg, where our fathers were for
the most part connected with mining. As things went on badly, we
decided to form ourselves into a corps if the war broke out. They chose
me as their leader--for no particular reason that I know of--and with
the understanding that if I did not quite give satisfaction, I should
resign in favour of one of the others. We all came down with our
families from Johannesburg when war was declared, and were grossly
insulted and ill-treated by the Boers, several of the ladies, among
them my mother, being struck on the face with their whips; which, you
can imagine, quite confirmed our determination to fight against them.
We had all obtained our parents' consent, and when we got to
Pietermaritzburg, proceeded to get our horses and equipments. That is
all."
"A great deal too short, Mr. King," the lieutenant said. "We want to
know what steps you took, and how you managed it. Did you come down all
the way by train?"
Chris related the events of the journey with more detail, and how, all
being well furnished with money, they had lost no time in getting all
they required, and going back by train to Newcastle.
"That is a good point to leave off," the officer said. "Tomorrow
morning we will take your story in instalments, and I do hope you will
give us the details as minutely as you can. They will greatly interest
us, as we are going in for that sort of thing, and it will show us what
can be done by a small number of young fellows accustomed to the
country, well-mounted, and, I am sure, from what General Yule says,
remarkably well led." All were provided with flasks, and after sampling
the contents of these, they wrapped themselves in their rugs and were
soon fast asleep. The other three lads did not get off so easily, the
younger officers were all so delighted at the prospect of soon being
engaged that they were in no way inclined to sleep, and it was not
until the seniors had long been soundly off that they too agreed to
postpone the rest of the boys' narrative until the next morning. The
train travelled very slowly, and Pietermaritzburg--a distance of
seventy miles--was not reached until day was breaking. Here there was a
long pause, and all alighted to stretch their limbs. The lads ran to
the end of the train; Jack was looking out.
"I thought that we should stop here, baas," he said; "and I have got
the kettles boiling and ready."
"Good man!" Chris said. "How have the horses passed the night?"
"They have been very quiet, baas."
"That is good to know. Take the kettles off and put three good handfuls
of tea in each."
"Yes, baas."
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