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
"That settles it," Chris said. "It is thirty miles down to Elandslaagte
by road, and as from here to Glencoe is five miles, and we are no
nearer there than we are here, by cutting across to Waschbrank we shall
have only five-and-twenty miles to ride. It is well that we should get
there as early as possible, so we will settle to start at five o'clock,
which will take us there by eight, in time to see anything that is
going on. No doubt we shall be able to hear from natives as we go along
whether the troops are still there; at any rate if they are, we are
sure to hear firing before we get there, unless, of course, the Boers
have retired."
The horses had already had an extra feed, and the Kaffirs were warned
of the hour at which they were going to start. The pack-horses were
able to keep up with the rest, for their loads were by no means
heavy--in fact, they carried less weight than the others. The two
hundred pounds of biscuits given to the hussars made no difference in
their baggage, for this had been bought at Dundee, as the lads decided
to keep their stores as far as possible intact for a time when they
might for some days be away scouting in a district where no provisions
could be obtained.
At four o'clock the sentries roused the others, and having taken a cup
of coffee and some cold meat and bread, and led the horses down to the
stream while the Kaffirs were loading up the packets and bundles, they
mounted at five o'clock and set off at a trot, Jack and Japhet, a name
suggested by Field, who was the wag of the party, were allowed to ride
on two of the horses that carried the lightest burdens. All the lads
were provided with compasses, but these were not necessary, as both the
natives were well acquainted with the country, which was wild and
mountainous.
When they reached Wessels station, nine miles from Elandslaagte, they
heard the sound of guns. At this proof that there was still a force
there, they turned off from the road, and riding west, struck the point
where the main road to Meran crossed the Sundays River, and then, still
keeping a mile west of the line of railway, found themselves abreast of
the station. Just as they did so, a body of mounted volunteers galloped
up towards them. As soon as they were seen, they exchanged their hats
for forage-caps, and some of them, by Chris's orders, hoisted their
union-jacks on their rifles.
"It is well that you raised those flags," the officer in command said.
"We made sure by your appearance that you were Boers, and rather took
your change of caps as one of their slim devices, and had our rifles
ready to give you a warm reception. I suppose you come from Dundee? We
heard news yesterday evening of the battle, and were sorry to hear how
heavy the losses were, and particularly of General Symons' wound. I
suppose you have no later news?"
"No, beyond that we heard he was very dangerously hit indeed. He is
either at the church or town-hall. Both have been turned into
hospitals."
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