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
The Rifles had joined the two Irish regiments, and at half-past nine
General Symons galloped up to the farm and gave the order for the
advance. This was received with a cheer by the men, who had been
impatiently awaiting it. Scarcely had the cheer died away when the
general was mortally wounded by a bullet that struck him in the
stomach. Unconscious that the wound was so severe he retained his seat
a minute or two, and was then carried by the Indian bearer company into
the town. The troops, ignorant of the misfortune that had befallen
them, were now working their way up the hill, taking advantage of every
stone and boulder, and although exposed to a terrific fire, gradually
pushing on until they reached a stone wall which ran round the face of
the hill. Beyond this the ground was much rougher and very much
steeper--so steep, indeed, that it was almost impossible to climb it.
The fire of the enemy was now terrific. The troops were some three
hundred yards from the crest, and it was certain death to show a head
above the wall. An officer placed his helmet on the end of his sword,
and the moment he raised it, it was riddled by five balls.
For a time it was impossible to advance farther, but when the Boer fire
moderated a little the order ran along the line for the men to storm
the position. A signal was made to the artillery to cease fire, and as
it did so the men leapt over the wall and rushed forward. There was now
no thought of taking shelter or returning the Boers' fire, every effort
was needed for surmounting the difficulties in their way. In some
places the rock was so steep that the men had to climb on their hands
and knees, sometimes those below pushed their comrades up and were in
turn assisted by them to climb. The roar of musketry was unceasing. It
seemed to be an impossibility for any man to reach the top unscathed,
and yet there was no hesitation or wavering. Numbers fell, but panting
and determined the rest pressed on. The Rifles suffered most heavily,
and out of the seventeen officers who advanced with them five were
killed and seven wounded. At last the steepest part of the ascent was
surmounted. Those who first reached this point waited until joined by
others, and then fixing bayonets they rushed up the slope to the edge
of the plateau cheering loudly.
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