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
"Well, it does not matter much. We have been sleeping in the open for
the past five nights, and once more will make no difference. We are
just back in time, Sankey," he said when he joined his friend outside.
"Devereux tells me that there is a big movement going on, and that a
severe fight is expected in a day or two. He hears that the baggage
train has been moving to Springfield, so that it will be somewhere over
in that direction; and I suppose we are going to move round to Acton
Homes and force our way into Ladysmith through Dewdrop. You know, they
say that it is comparatively flat that way."
They got rid of their long coats and fastened them to their saddles;
then led their ponies to the station, and leaving them outside entered.
An enterprising store-keeper had opened a refreshment stall for the
benefit of the troops passing through, or officers coming down from the
front to look after stores or to visit friends in hospital. Chris had
explained their position to Devereux, and the latter had said: "Then I
suppose they have eased you of all your money?"
"Yes; they did not leave us a penny."
"There is my purse with my watch in that little pocket over my bed," he
said. "You must let me lend you a sovereign till I see you again." And
Chris had thankfully taken the money.
They now had what to them was a gorgeous feast; some soup, cold ham,
and a bottle of wine. They gave what little remains they had of bread
to the ponies, and then led them a quarter of a mile out of the town
and camped out with them there, the Boer coats coming in very useful.
The next morning they started at daybreak, and arrived at their camp at
Chieveley just as their friends were sitting down to breakfast. They
were received with a shout of welcome, and a torrent of questions was
poured upon them.
"I will leave Sankey to tell you all about it," Chris said. "I must go
and report myself to Brookfield and get our names struck off the list
of missing. I shall not be five minutes away."
The captain received Chris as heartily, though not so noisily, as his
comrades had done.
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