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
No doubt whatever that the morning would bring them a brilliant
victory, appeared to be entertained by the enemy. The artillery would
first crush that of the British, then they would charge down and finish
the affair. "They say that they have less than four thousand
altogether," one said. "We are as many, and, as everyone knows, one
Boer is a match for any three rooineks. It will not be a fight, it will
be slaughter. We shall stop a day to gather the plunder and send it off
in the waggons, then we shall go south and destroy the force at
Ladysmith. Three days later we shall be in Maritzburg, and within three
or four days afterwards shall drive the British on board their ships at
Durban. We shall get grand plunder there and at Maritzburg. But I think
it is time now to take a hand at building up that wall along the front.
Ebers' commando have been at it for three hours, and it is our turn
now."
[Illustration: CHRIS AND HIS COMPANIONS SCOUTING.]
There was a general movement, which was accelerated by a sharp order,
and a minute later Horrocks and Chris again came together and moved on
with the others. Three hundred yards farther they came upon six guns,
beyond which a number of men were at work carrying and placing great
stones to form a rough wall. These left off their work as soon as the
party arrived. Having now seen all that was necessary, the two lads
joined them and returned with them down the hill. The others threw
themselves down near their horses, but Chris and his companion went on.
Through the huge gathering of waggons they made their way with great
difficulty, Chris giving a low whistle occasionally. At last they were
through the camp. Jack was standing by the horses, and Peters and Field
at once rose to their feet. Without a word they mounted, and rode
without speaking till they were some little distance from the waggons.
"You are back earlier than I expected," Field said. "You have been gone
scarcely an hour."
"No; the only difficulty we had was making our way through the mass of
waggons and animals all mixed up higgledy-piggledy, and there has been
no more excitement than if we had been walking through Dundee. We have
got all we wanted to know. Their strength is about four thousand. They
have six guns. They are building a stone wall along the brow of the
hill, and they are cock-sure that they are going to thrash us without
difficulty." Field and Peters laughed.
"They are fools to count their chickens before they are hatched," the
latter said. "If they think it is going to be another Laing's Nek
business they will find themselves mightily mistaken, though it will be
a very difficult business to scale that hill from the other side under
such a rifle fire as they will keep up."
Jack had now taken his place ahead of them again, and kept there with
ease, although, they broke into a canter as soon as they reached the
level ground. In half an hour they reached their camp.
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