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
"Quite right," Chris said. "We have given the Boers such a thrashing
that there is no fear of their continuing the pursuit. Unless we meet
some more of these thieves, we can go on as quietly as we like. I have
some sort of respect for men like those we met at Dundee and
Elandslaagte, who fight manfully and stoutly, but for these raiding
scoundrels who only come out to rob and plunder, and do wanton damage
to quiet people, one feels only disgust, and shoots them without the
least compunction."
There was a general chorus of agreement.
"Did they get near you, Chris?"
"Not within about four hundred yards. They got it so hot at first that
they dismounted and took to the rocks; they pushed on for a bit, and if
the whole hillside had been covered with boulders we might have had
some sharp fighting, but there were some open spaces to be crossed, and
after getting over two or three of them they found it safer to lie as
close as rabbits. For aught we know they are there still."
They travelled quietly till sunset, and then halted in an open valley
where there was water and good grass. Half the company kept watch by
turns, being posted with their horses some half a mile out in the
country, taking the animals with them not only because they could fall
back more quickly, but because they knew the horses would hear any
approaching sound long before their masters were able to do so, and
would evince their uneasiness unmistakably. There was, however, no
alarm, and two days later, travelling by easy stages, they arrived at
Estcourt, where their arrival with so large a number of cattle created
quite a sensation. They at once put up a notice at the post-office,
that all persons who had been raided by the Boers could come and
inspect the herd and take all animals bearing their brand. It soon
appeared that the cattle were the property of four farmers living
within a short distance of each other. They had arrived in Estcourt
with their families two days previously, weary and broken down with
fatigue, hunger, and the loss and ruin of their property. Their
gratitude was deep indeed at this wholly unexpected recovery of a large
portion of their herds, and they started the next morning, mounted on
some ponies they had picked up for a trifle, to drive them down the
country.
Chris saw the officer in command as soon as they arrived in the town,
and gave him an outline of their adventure, upon which he was warmly
congratulated. "Shall I send in a written report to you, sir?" Chris
asked.
"No, you are not under my orders; and I should say that you had better
write and post it to the officer commanding the force at Maritzburg. I
do not know who it may be."
"Is the road closed to Ladysmith?" Chris asked.
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