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 is one thing I cannot say, and that is that we have been short
of food, for the Army Service Corps has done splendidly, and no one has
ever been hungry for an hour, except when on a long march or engaged in
a battle. If everything had been worked as well, we should certainly
have no reason whatever to complain. If I were my own master, and could
afford it, I would go down to Durban and take a passage for myself and
my horse for Port Elizabeth, and then go up and enlist in one of the
yeomanry corps with Roberts. When he once starts there will be plenty
of movement on that side; while here, even if we get to Ladysmith, we
may be fixed there for no one can say how long. You see what it is
here, and if the Boers don't lose heart, and defend the Biggarsberg and
the Drakensberg, we shall find at least as much difficulty there as we
shall here. It is quite certain that the Ladysmith men will take a long
time to recover from what they have gone through; and as for the
cavalry, I fancy their horses have been eaten. If they had been out
here with us, instead of being cooped up in there, we should have been
able to make it hot for the Boers when they retire, and to keep them on
the run, but with so small a force as we have we should hardly be able
to do so. Besides, they have so many lines of retreat. The Free Staters
can go over to the left to Van Reenen and the other passes; another
commando can go east; there are plenty of fords on the Buffalo; and
they would retire on Vryheid, while the main body could make a stand at
the Biggarsberg; and as they always seem able to carry their cannon off
with them, our cavalry would do nothing without artillery and infantry."
There had been no pause in the work of preparation while they were
talking, and the horses were now saddled, the food divided, the
saddle-bags packed, and the blankets and waterproofs strapped on. Chris
went across to Captain Brookfield's tent. "We are all ready for a
start, sir."
The officer looked at his watch. "It is three minutes under the
half-hour, Chris. How much ammunition are you taking with you?"
"A hundred and fifty rounds each, sir, of which I don't suppose we
shall use above ten at the outside. Still, there is never any saying;
and if we should get besieged we shall want it all. Your horse is ready
for you, Mr. Searle."
"And I am ready too," the farmer said, getting up from the table and
stretching himself. "I ought not to have sat down. I could ride as far
as most at twenty, but I have not done so much for the last fifteen
years, and I feel stiff in every limb. However, I shall be all right
when I have gone a few miles, and that wash I had before breakfast has
done me a world of good. Now, sir, I am ready, and whether we shall
succeed or not, I thank you with all my heart for coming with me."
"Good-bye, Chris!" Captain Brookfield said. "I expect you will all turn
up again, like bad pennies, before many days have gone."
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