CHAPTER XII

BETWEEN TWO FULL RIVERS

The weather had cleared up beautifully. The air was deliciously cool and

bracing. Everything, as is usual after rain, seemed to revive. But

shortly after midday clouds rose again in the west, and a violent shower

of rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning, fell by way of farewell.

At night all was clear again, and the stars shone brightly. We had got

to Smith's Rest.

At midnight we were roused. The report had come that the English were

pursuing us very closely. Immediately we saddled and inspanned. We

ploughed on through the mud, and so gained on the enemy. A little after

sunrise we outspanned and rested for a short time. Before noon we were

again on the move to get out of reach of the foe.

The veld was more beautiful than the day before. A carpet of green

stretched out all around, and that served much to cheer us. But our poor

horses were not invigorated. They suffered terribly from hunger, and

could not yet graze on the short young pasture. The consequence was

that, already then, some 150 had become so exhausted that they had to be

left behind. This was the case with the horse lent to me by Mr. Adriaan

Dolebout--that faithful animal so sure-footed, and never needing either

spur or whip! It had travelled through long winter nights without any

sign apparently of fatigue; it had often rescued my son from danger!

And now it had to be left behind! With great emotion Charlie took the

halter from its head, and when it remained behind exhausted, it still

neighed a farewell to the pony that had been its companion since the 2nd

of August.

Proceeding, we saw beautiful landscapes spreading out before us. To the

left just above the horizon, Aasvogel Kop raised its head; right before

us towered the proud Wolve Kop, whilst to the right in the purple

distance we saw Gnoesberg and Aasvogelberg standing sentinels over

Zastron. And everywhere before us, behind us, and on both sides of us

were the hills, rejoicing in their newly acquired garment of green.

At first we marched straight towards Wolve Kop, but when we got near to

that mountain we suddenly turned to the left, and off-saddled for a

while at a farm where we got one bundle of forage--only one--for each

horse. This was the first forage for five days. In the evening we went

on some distance farther.

It soon appeared now that we could not choose to go either to the left

or to the right to avoid the English. We were between two full rivers;

for the Caledon had also become swollen after we had crossed it. Still

less could we come to a halt, for the force which pursued us had so

greatly increased, that to fight was out of the question. Besides, the

English had a great many cannons. Our scouts estimated that there were

about twenty-five guns. The English themselves, as we learned later from

the newspapers, gave a larger number. There was therefore no time to

delay, more especially as the enemy often was not farther away from us

than nine miles. On the second day after we had turned at Odendalstroom

we went forward with the purpose of crossing the Caledon with the

bridge. We knew that there was a guard there, but for a force like ours

they did not amount to much. They might be driven away. And so we began

to bombard them. It was soon seen, however, that the guard could not be

driven off before the large army which was following us would overtake

us, and the plan of crossing over the bridge was abandoned. The state of

affairs was indeed critical. General Botha called me aside, and advised

me to hold myself in readiness to gallop out on horseback if my cart[6]

was in danger of being captured. After some delay near the bridge,

nothing remained for us but to go up along the Caledon and try to find a

ford which would be shallow enough to enable us to cross. We therefore

proceeded with the greatest speed, hoping for the best, but constantly

apprehensive lest, even if we found a ford, we should be caught up

there.

[Footnote 6: At Ventersburg I had a cart lent me by General Botha.]

But all went well. At sunset we reached Lubbe's Drift. A better place to

cross we could never have desired, and the river had now also fallen so

much that we could pass over without delay. That evening we were for the

present out of danger, and here and there one could hear a psalm being

sung: a thing that had not occurred during the past week.

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