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
"That night we agreed that when the Boers saw that we did not surrender
in a day or two they would be sure that we must be eating the horses,
as any food we brought with us must be exhausted, and they would then
make a determined attack; for we knew we had killed eight or ten of
them, and that they would not go away. So we decided that the only hope
was for one of us to ride here; we tossed up who should try to get
through the Boers, and the lot fell upon me. I took the best of the
horses. We had agreed from the first that this would have to be done,
and had given what scraps of bread we could spare to it; besides which,
they were all in fair condition, as the yard was strewn with rubbish,
and some party of Boers had ripped up all the beds and straw mattresses
and scattered the contents about.
"Some of them were sure to be on watch, and I rode at a walk. I made
for the north, as that side was less likely to be watched. I had gone
about two hundred yards when a man jumped up just in front of me. My
rifle was ready, and before he could lift his I shot him, and then
clapped spurs to nay horse. There was a tremendous hubbub; shots were
fired at random in all directions, but I doubt whether they could have
seen me after I had gone fifty yards. I rode for a quarter of a mile
due north, and then turned west. I had no fear of being overtaken, for
although the Boers would all have their horses close, in readiness to
mount if we should try to break out, I must have got a good quarter of
a mile start, and they were not likely to keep up the chase long, as
they could not tell which way I might have doubled, and if they pursued
far, it would be in the direction of Greytown. It was about a
seventy-mile ride, and as I started about twelve, I have done it in
nine hours. I foundered the horse, but fortunately he did not drop till
I was within half a mile of the camp. Now, where can I find the
general?"
"You will find him at Frere, but I am afraid it will be of no use. We
have tried him again and again--at least, one or other of us have done
so--to let us go out scouting, but he will not hear of it, though the
whole of us Colonials are terribly sore at leaving the whole country at
the mercy of the Boer marauders; and now that we shall probably be at
work here again directly, he is less likely than ever to let anyone go."
"You can't go without orders, I suppose?"
Captain Brookfield shook his head. "We are just as much under orders as
the regular troops are, and it would be a serious matter indeed to fly
in the face of his repeated orders on this subject." The farmer made a
gesture of despair.
"Captain Brookfield," Chris said, speaking for the first time, "I think
that by the terms of our enlistment in your corps we were to be allowed
to take our discharge whenever we asked for it?"
"That was so, Chris, but--"
"Then I beg now, sir, to tender our resignation from the present
moment."
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