With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born Leader — John Shaqi
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
Jack was called up, and on being told what was required, at once agreed
to accompany them.
No time was lost. Chris and his three companions mounted, and with the
Kaffir running alongside they set off at a trot. Keeping to the north
of east, they rode on for some two miles, Jack leading the way with as
much ease as if it had been daylight. When they had, as they
calculated, come upon the ground the Boers must have passed over, they
turned south, and kept on until they saw the dark mass of Talana on
their right, and made towards it. On this side the hill sloped
gradually, while on that facing Dundee it was extremely steep and
strewn with boulders. They were now going at a walk, and they soon came
upon an immense gathering of waggons, carts, oxen and ponies, crowded
without any order, just as they had arrived two hours before. "There is
no fear of our being detected," Chris said in a whisper, "and we can't
do better than stop here. There is no getting the horses through this
crowd, and if we did manage to do so there would be no getting them
back, certainly not in a hurry. You had better lie down beside them, it
is not likely that any Boers will be coming up or down. If the whole
camp is like this there is not the slightest fear of our getting
caught." Jack had already been instructed that when he got into the
camp he was to leave them and join any party of Kaffirs he found awake,
and talk to them as if he were one of the bullock drivers. As Chris and
his companions returned, the former would blow his whistle softly, and
he was then to make his way down to the horses at once.
Passing on unquestioned they neared the top of the hill, having left
the mass of the vehicles behind them. There were, however, large
numbers of ponies assembled here in readiness should their masters
require them. Hitherto they had heard no voices since entering the
camp, but as they went farther they heard talking. Here the fighting
men were assembled. For the most part they were lying down; some were
asleep; others, however, were moving about, and joining or leaving
groups gathered together discussing the events of the next day.
Horrocks and Chris now separated and joined different parties, some
twenty yards from each other. They attracted no attention whatever.
Their appearance in their broad hats and rough clothing, their
bandoliers and rifles, was precisely similar to that of the men
standing about.
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