With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born LeaderHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
General
With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born Leader
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
"We are trying to lend a hand to the troops over there, and as we are
all good shots, I think we are being of some assistance."
"You had no right to leave the camp, sir. I suppose you call this
independent service?"
"I do, general. I hope that we are affording some help here, and we
should not be doing any good in camp; and as we have been nearly out of
it through all this fighting, and there were no orders for the corps to
do anything to-day, we thought we might be of use."
"You did wrong, sir," the general said, his face relaxing into a smile
at the lad's defence of himself. "Well, as you are there, you may as
well stop."
"Thank you, sir!" Chris said, saluting, and then hurried off to rejoin
his comrades.
"He is a plucky boy," the general said to his staff. "I heard the other
day--though not officially, so I was not obliged to take notice of
it--that he, with the twenty lads with him, rode out to a place seventy
miles away, and rescued some farmers who were besieged by Boers,
defeated their assailants, killed and wounded more than their own
number, made the rest of them, still double their own strength, lay
down their arms, and recaptured nearly two thousand head of cattle they
had driven off. The news came to me from the mayor of Maritzburg, who
had heard of it from a friend who had ridden in from Grey town. He
wrote to me expressing his admiration at the exploit. I sent privately
to their captain and questioned him about it, intending to reprimand
him severely for letting them go; but he said that they had all
resigned, as they had a right to do, for they are all sons of
gentlemen, and draw no pay or provisions, and that he had therefore no
control whatever over their actions after they left camp. I told him
not to say anything about his having seen me, for that, as they had
returned, I should be obliged to take notice of the matter if it came
to be talked about. That young fellow who came here is the one who,
with three of the others, tried to blow up the bridge at Komati-poort.
He could not do that, but he played havoc with a large store of rifles,
ammunition, and six or eight guns. After that I could not very well
scold him." And he again turned his glass on the opposite hill.
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