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
"I don't know that there is much to tell you about it, but I will let
you know how I came to take share in it. That was an exciting time for
me, for I was never so near rubbed out in all my life. Just before the
last business broke out I happened to be returning from Pretoria,
intending to sell for anything that I could get a large farm that I
owned in the Leydenburg district. Of late the Boers had been getting so
offensive in their manner that I thought something would come of it,
and made up my mind to sell out at any price and return to Natal. When
I rode into Leydenburg I found that two hundred and fifty men of the
94th Regiment were starting next day with a large train of waggons for
Pretoria. As I was frequently in the town, and had made the
acquaintance of several of the officers, I thought it would be pleasant
to ride down with them, as it made no difference whether I got into
Pretoria a day or two earlier or later. The general idea was that war
would come of it, but no one thought it would begin without the usual
notice and warning.
"I told the officers that I would not trust the Boers further than I
could see them, for that a more treacherous set of fellows are not to
be found on the surface of the earth. Still, I must own that I had no
more idea that an attack would be made upon us than they had. Well, you
all know what came of it. We were going along a hollow with rising
ground on either side when, without the slightest warning, a tremendous
fire was opened from both flanks. It can hardly be said that there was
any resistance. The troops were strung out along the line of waggons;
numbers were shot down before a single musket was fired in defence. The
main body, such as it was, fought stoutly, but as they could only catch
an occasional glimpse of the heads of the enemy, while they were
themselves altogether exposed, there could be but one end to it. A
hundred and twenty men were killed or wounded in a few minutes, and to
save the rest from a similar massacre the officer who commanded
surrendered.
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