CHAPTER IV

THE INVESTMENT OF LADYSMITH

Before going farther it may be interesting to inspect a rough table

showing approximately the composition and total strength of the British

and Boer forces at the various points mentioned:--

LADYSMITH

BRITISH BOER

21st, 42nd, and 53rd Field \ \

Batteries; Battalion of Natal | |

Artillery; two guns of the | |

Natal Naval Reserve; Natal | |

Mounted Volunteers; 5th | |

Lancers; 19th Hussars; 1st | |

Battalion Liverpool Regiment; | |

2nd Battalion Gordon | |

Highlanders; 1st Battalion | |

Devonshire Regiment; 1st | |

Manchesters; several companies | |

of Mounted Infantry; Medical | |

Corps; Veterinary Corps; 23rd | |

Company Royal Engineers; | |

reinforcements from | Combined Free State and |

Maritzburg; Naval Brigade }13,550 Transvaal forces }30,500

(750) | |

| |

_Following from Glencoe_:-- | |

| |

13th, 67th, and 69th Field | |

Batteries; 18th Hussars; Natal | |

Mounted Volunteers; 1st | |

Battalion Leicestershire | |

Regiment; 1st and 2nd | |

Battalions King's Royal | |

Rifles; 2nd Battalion Dublin | |

Fusiliers; several companies | |

of Mounted Infantry; Field | |

Hospital Corps / /

KIMBERLEY

Four companies of the Loyal \ Free Staters, and probably \

North Lancashire Regiment; | some Transvaal Boers, with |

Battery of Royal Garrison | four field-guns, 3500; on |

Artillery, consisting of six }2500 Orange River, 2000; }6500

7-pounder mountain-guns; a | Reinforcements from |

large party of Royal | Mafeking, 1000 |

Engineers; detachment of the | |

Army Medical Corps / /

MAFEKING

Colonel Baden-Powell, with 500 \ 1000 Transvaal Boers under \

Cavalry, 200 Cape Mounted | Commandant Cronje; 500 |

Police and B.S.A. Company's | Boers at Maritzani |

Mounted Police, 60 Volunteers, }1500 }1500

6 machine-guns, two | |

7-pounders, 200 to 300 | |

townsmen used to arms / /

At Tuli, or moving towards Mafeking, was Colonel Plumer's column, which

consisted of about 1000 men, and was opposed by an equal force of

Boers.

At Palapye there was a British force of 700, which was watched by a

Burgher force of about 1000.

The Boers had also a force estimated at 3000 in laager near Komati

Poort.

At Estcourt there was a considerable force under Brigadier-General

Wolfe-Murray, and at Pietermaritzburg other troops.

Distributed along the northern border of Cape Colony were some 5000 Free

State Boers and about 1000 or 1500 British troops and police.

The Natal Field Force was now confronted with the bulk of the Boer

commandoes, whose strength was vastly superior to its own, and whose

courage was generally acknowledged to be splendid. The Dutch have ever a

stoical stolidity which serves them in the hour of need as does the

bulldog tenacity of the Briton, and therefore "those who knew" were not

without apprehension in regard to the upshot of hostilities. It was

plain to all who were in any way familiar with previous history and with

local conditions that the struggle was likely to be both prolonged and

bloody, and they urged on the attention of those at home the need of

reinforcements. Yet the soldiers, particularly those who had recently

arrived, were light-hearted and confident, full of satisfaction to be

let loose from their hencoops in the ships, and keen to try conclusions

with the Boers. At Ladysmith the state of affairs was becoming more and

more complicated, and the invasion of the Free Staters into Cape Colony

was now an accomplished fact. The enemy's tactics everywhere were

acknowledged to be excellent, and where tactics failed tricks succeeded.

The Boer dodges, though scarcely honourable, might be described by the

Americans as "cute." For instance, an enterprising officer of the

Transvaal artillery conceived the idea of utilising the flag of truce in

a new and original fashion. Disguised as an ambulance driver, he arrived

at Ladysmith, and improved the occasion by observing the effects of Boer

artillery fire on the town.

The use of the white flag by the enemy was now beginning to be

distrusted, for daily evidences of treachery were forthcoming. As one

correspondent said in writing home of the subject, "Its advantages they

seem to construe in too liberal a spirit, but of its obligations on the

men who hoist it they do not appear to be aware." As in old times, they

tried to use the white flag to assist them in going from cover to cover,

or to create delay while guns were being adjusted in more convenient

positions. Nor was this all. A wounded Boer accepted water with one hand

from a British soldier, while he shot him with the other, and numberless

accounts of dastardly deeds of a similar nature were reported and

authenticated.

On November 2 the Boers began to occupy the points of vantage around

Ladysmith, and telegraphic communication with the south was cut. They

energetically commenced the building of emplacements for their guns of

position, which were fast being forwarded from the Transvaal.

Reinforcements from the Free State were also pouring in, and a Boer

commando was creeping towards Colenso. In spite of threatened serious

inconveniences, hopes were high and spirits cheery, especially among the

newspaper correspondents, who, regardless of danger, drove four-in-hand

round the camp and fortifications, and helped to maintain a

devil-may-care attitude that was certainly reassuring. Ammunition was

plentiful, but water--Klip water--was somewhat inclined to cause colic,

and, in consequence, to be generally suspected. It was no uncommon sight

to see at the Royal Hotel ladies heating their kettles prior to drinking

their doubtful contents. Flies were so numerous as to make another

persistent inconvenience. They destroyed such repose as the inhabitants

might otherwise have enjoyed. Added to these petty discomforts were

night-alarms of various kinds, and curious and disconcerting

discoveries. For example, one young man--an immaculate young man--well

turned out and apparently plentifully endowed with ready money, was

discovered to be a Boer spy, and was promptly arrested. An account of

the last days of a British sojourner in Ladysmith serves to give an

example of the trials and anxieties through which hundreds had to

pass:--

"Since my last note to you we have had some lively times of it at

Ladysmith. I always had a liking to see a real battle, but never thought

that it would be my luck. However, I have now seen four battles, and I

think that I am satisfied. I can assure you that it is anything but

pleasant to go on the field after battle. The sights of the wounded and

dead are horrible, and yet the soldiers are always laughing and joking

when they are going out to fight, and the poor fellows are getting very

little rest. They never have a chance to get their boots off. They have

to be always ready to move at a moment's notice, and they do it with

light heart. Your heart would have ached to see the lot that came down

to Ladysmith from Dundee. They were not strong enough for the Boers, so

they made a forced march of it, and they had terribly bad weather. It

was raining all the time, and when they came into Ladysmith they were

mud all over and in rags. Some of them were carrying their boots in

their hands and could hardly crawl. Mrs. V. and myself made some buckets

of coffee and let them have a pull at it; and were not they thankful for

it? A word about how we are going on here. I don't know whether you are

getting any news at home about the war, but we can't get to know

anything here, as the whole country is under martial law, and they won't

let the papers publish any news concerning the war.... Now the Boers are

all round Ladysmith, and our troops can only defend the town. I don't

think for a moment that the Boers will take Ladysmith unless they get

strongly reinforced, and I don't think that will happen. However, the

sooner that troops arrive for the relief of the garrisons that are here

and hemmed in by the Boers the better it will be for Britain. There is

no doubt about it that the Boers have got our troops in a tight corner,

and Britain is a bit slow, not having her troops here before now. I hear

that troops are likely to land next week, and I hope that it is true. I

had to leave Ladysmith on November 2; the military authorities would not

grant me a permit to stay, so they gave me my free pass to Durban, where

I intend to stop until the trouble is over. You would have laughed to

see some of the men running out into the street with no clothes on when

the Boers sent their first shell into Ladysmith. It came into the town

at 5.15 A.M. I was up and partly dressed, as I had heard the firing, and

was going to have a look at the battle, when in came the shell right

over the house I was staying in and dropped on the road. I was sure that

it was going to hit the house. The shell makes a terrific whistling as

it travels through the air.... The Bluejackets did some very good work.

They arrived by train about eleven o'clock, and by twelve o'clock they

had off-loaded their guns and got them into action, and their third shot

silenced the Boers' 40-pounder."

[Illustration: SCENE ON THE TUGELA.]

Our cavalry while reconnoitring discovered a large force of the Boers

which was manoeuvring to the south of the town. The troopers charged,

and succeeded in cutting their way through the enemy. Meanwhile at

Grobler's Kloof the Volunteer Light Infantry, a corps that had been

doing splendid work throughout, met the enemy, and a sharp encounter was

maintained, but they were outnumbered by their assailants. An armoured

train brought troops to their assistance, and these enabled them to

return safely to headquarters. The naval gunners were active, and scored

as usual, for they finally succeeded in putting the big gun on Hepworth

Hill out of action. "Long Tom," an objectionable weapon and a great

favourite with the enemy, was now posted on Mount Umbulwana, whence at

intervals it spat viciously upon the town, but without causing serious

damage. The enemy, as we know, made a move towards Colenso, and the

officer commanding at that place decided to fall back with men and

horses on Estcourt. The move over some twenty miles of hilly country was

admirably executed, and all stores, huts, kit, &c., were preserved.

Meanwhile Sir George White sent out a strong force under the command of

Colonel Brocklehurst, reinforced by the 5th Dragoon Guards, Royston's

Horse, and two batteries, for the purpose of making a flank attack on

the Boer commando that was advancing on Colenso. Splendid work was done,

the Boers being routed from all their positions and three guns silenced.

The Imperial Light Horse pressed too far into a gully, and for a time

their position was critical, but they were extricated by the 5th Dragoon

Guards. The Boers took up a strong position on the hills, and were

shelled with terrific effect by the British artillery. Finally they

retreated, and were cut to pieces by the cavalry. Quantities of

prisoners were made, and over a thousand burghers were said to be

slain--in fact, the veldt was a complete parquet of dead Dutchmen.

Lieutenant the Hon. R. Pomeroy, 5th Dragoon Guards, greatly

distinguished himself by pluckily riding to the rescue of a dismounted

trooper and carrying him out of the fire zone. Captain Knapp and

Lieutenant Brabant were killed.

At Ladysmith there was temporary peace after the enemy's fire had

succeeded in hitting the hospital and a hotel. Fortunately no one was

injured. All were mourning the loss of Major Taunton, Captain Knapp, and

Lieutenant Brabant, who fell in the engagement on the previous day.

General French, by what is termed "a close shave," succeeded in getting

out of Ladysmith, and went down to Cape Town to take over the command of

the Cavalry Brigade, and General Wolfe-Murray at Estcourt, with a

mounted battery, reconnoitred in the direction of Colenso. Efforts were

made to restore communication with Ladysmith, but in vain; yet the

troops within kept up a cheerful attitude, and a continuous artillery

duel was carried on between besiegers and besieged.

The art of dodging shells had by this time begun to be studied by the

least nervous, for no place was safe from these screeching messengers of

death. Hard roadways were rent in twain and deep gulfs dug in their

midst. Gardens, from being trim and neat, became a scene of upheaval and

dilapidation; the open veldt was strewed with dust and debris, and rocks

were shot from their positions and sent hurtling here and there to

assist in the work of wreckage. It was curious to notice upon different

temperaments the effect of the shells' arrival. Some persons might be

seen holding their hands to their heads as though to protect them from

damage; others shrank under the nearest available cover or screwed

themselves up as though endeavouring to make smaller parcels of

themselves, or hoping to lessen their own obstructiveness to the passage

of the devilish invader; some would flatten their backs against a

wall--make pancakes of themselves--while others would fall prone to

earth, and there grovel till the moment of peril was past. Many would

rush helter-skelter towards the river-caves, vast places of refuge that

had been dug into the deep-shelving clay and sandbanks of the Klip, and

there, in their rocky hiding-places, breathe freely and await the

inevitable fracas that told them, temporarily, that the coast was clear.

These caves and their powers of accommodation began to be deeply

interesting to the community, and daily the soldiers were set to work

constructing new ones for the safety of the apprehensive. The places

varied in size and quality according to the demands of their tenants.

Some would accommodate a dozen people standing upright in them, and even

admitted of furniture of a rough kind--bedding, seats, eatables, and

cooking-pots--just enough to enable nervous folks to go "out of town"

for a day or two during a period of bombardment. Others were mere

fox-holes, as it were, alcoves scooped out of the bank to serve as a

screen for the more hardy souls who were content to breathe the air of

the river-brink, and only popped their heads under cover in ostrich

fashion when danger threatened. The banks thus became honeycombed, and

it was not unusual to find a whole family perched all day long with

their backs against the protecting wall and their eyes fixed

meditatively on the purling stream, awaiting with resignation the whims

of "Long Tom."

In the early days of the siege a great deal of scooping and excavating

went on, and you might see on one side some gallant tiller of the soil

providing cover for a lady, while another rigged up sheltered

garden-seats for children. An amusing picture was beheld of three

massive Gordons in their kilts plying pick and shovel for a small couple

in distress, a natty little woman in a state of panic which agreed badly

with her smart ribbons, and her small lord who shared her anxiety for a

place of safety. The Scotsmen delved and scooped and built the temporary

shelter, indulging in the gayest jokes, and laughing and talking the

while delicious "Aberdeen awa,'" till the hearers became so absorbed and

interested that they almost forgot the fact that such a thing as a "Long

Tom" existed. The daily operations were also of a highly-spirited

character, for the British forces not only defended themselves with the

greatest animation against artillery somewhat superior to their own, but

at times took the offensive and harassed the enemy considerably. On

three different occasions they made attacks on the Boer batteries on

Umbulwana Hill, and though the British losses were somewhat heavy, those

of the Boers were still greater. A message was sent by Sir George White

to General Joubert requesting him to allow women, children, and

non-combatants to leave the town in order to escape the effects of the

bombardment, and the Boer General invited those who wished to go, to do

so under protection of the Umbulwana guns, but intimated that all who

had borne arms would be treated as prisoners of war. Finally, however,

after a meeting had been held and the matter discussed threadbare, it

was decided that the citizens of Ladysmith could accept no terms from

the enemy, and the meeting dispersed to the tune of "God save the

Queen," in which all fervently joined in chorus. The only means of

communication with the outer world was now by pigeon-post, and there was

therefore much excitement when Lieutenant Hooper (5th Lancers) arrived

on the scene. Guided by a Natal policeman, he had managed to sneak

unnoticed through the Boer lines and to reach the British camp in

safety.

All sorts of efforts were made to save Ladysmith from her doom, and an

armoured train was sent from Estcourt for the purpose of reestablishing

communication with the town, but the train had to return without

accomplishing its mission. In spite of this, the proprietor of a hotel

in Ladysmith very cleverly managed to travel from the beleaguered town

to Estcourt without being captured by the Boers. He made a detour along

Kaffir paths in order to elude the Boer outposts, riding all night and

arriving at his destination unharmed. At that time, as may be imagined,

the investment of Ladysmith was almost complete. The enemy's big guns

dominated the town east, north, and west, "Long Tom" pursuing its

annoying and disquieting vocation with intermittent vigour. Most of the

people had now quitted their homes and were taking refuge in the caves

before described, while the shops, in default of customers, were closed.

The convent, which was occupied by nuns together with the wounded, was

struck by a shell, but happily without injury to its inmates. The

neutrals betook themselves to a camp under Mount Umbulwana, which some

inventive person appropriately christened "Funkumdorf," but there some

plucky women and children refused to go, preferring to cast in their lot

with the valiant defenders of the little town. At this time people and

horses were still in good condition and spirits; the military

inhabitants amused themselves with polo and cricket, as though there was

no chance of being bowled out by "Long Tom," while the ladies gave

little concerts for the amusement of the select circle. So great was the

pluck of this little community, that they even edited a paper called the

_Ladysmith Lyre_, a species of Transvaal edition of _Truth_, which, if

not _vero_, was certainly _ben trovato_.

A new instance of the Boers' treachery soon took place. They sent in

under a flag of truce a number of refugees from the Transvaal. They were

met outside the pickets by a flag of truce from Ladysmith, but no sooner

had the parties separated, and before the British could reach the

pickets, than the Boers fired upon them. These continued breaches of the

laws of civilised warfare continued to exasperate the troops, who,

whenever they got a chance, naturally tried to wipe off old scores.

On the 9th November, the King's Royal Rifles and the Rifle Brigade in

the north, and the Manchester Regiment in the south, succeeded in

repelling two simultaneous attacks, inflicting on the Boers a loss

roughly estimated at about 700 to 1000. A deep trench which had been

made by the enemy on their temporary retirement, to bring forward

horses, was promptly captured by the Rifle Brigade. From thence, when

the Boers returned, they were briskly fired on, with the result that

they retreated in hot haste across open ground. Taking advantage of this

opportunity, the artillery commenced an effective fire, inflicting on

the Dutch considerable loss. The Manchester Regiment, which occupied a

position at Caesar's Camp, for the purpose of protecting the

south-western side of the town, caught several hundred Boers hiding from

shells in a ditch. They poured on them several volleys, and the enemy

suffered severely. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Lethbridge (Rifle Brigade)

was mortally wounded, and Lieutenant Fisher, of the Manchesters,

received a slight wound in the shoulder. About noon, after seven hours'

continuous fighting, the combined attack upon the town failed and the

Boers retired. Then, in honour of the Prince of Wales's birthday, the

big guns in the Naval redoubts commenced a salute of twenty-one guns,

each shot in stately procession following the other and bursting over

the Boer positions. Outside the battery, on King Kop, stood Sir George

White surrounded by his Staff. The General led the way by raising three

cheers for the Prince, and then Captain Lambton and the gunners on the

top of the breastwork took up the roar and passed it on to the Rifle

Brigade, lying in their sangars along the top of the ridge, till the

whole atmosphere was vibrant with loud and prolonged cheering. In the

evening the troops drank to the health of his Royal Highness, and

succeeded in sending home telegraphic congratulations. On that day the

townspeople, for greater safety, went into laager on the racecourse, and

the military lines were removed some three miles out, so as to avoid the

persistent shelling of the enemy. Major Gale, R.E., was wounded while

sending a message.

Efforts were made to establish heliographic communication between

Estcourt and Ladysmith, but the atmospheric conditions were entirely

against the success of the operation. Bombardment continued, and life

was pursued to the continuous thunder of the Naval guns firing lyddite

and the "Long Toms" of the Boers, now within a three-mile range,

replying with persistent and deadly reverberation. But the community in

Ladysmith were not so depressed by their incarceration as to lose the

spirit of fun altogether. In default of other entertainment, they

beguiled the time by indulging in various practical jokes at the expense

of the Boers. The greatest achievement was the preparation of a smart

dummy, on which the irate Dutchmen wasted a considerable amount of

ammunition. The effigy was manufactured of straw and attired in the

uniform of the Lancers, by whom it was modelled. Its imposing form,

placed near the Boer position, had an air of lifelike reality, and

naturally the enemy jumped at a chance of riddling so venturesome a foe.

Away whistled Mauser bullets round the head of the supposed courageous

Lancer, who budged never a bit. Shot failing--the big gun was turned on.

Bang, bang! Boom, boom! Still was the warrior unperturbed. After

considerable expenditure of both shot and shell, the truth, much to the

disgust of the assailants, dawned upon them!

[Illustration: COMPLETE MACHINE GUN DETACHMENT OF MOUNTED INFANTRY.

PHOTO BY ELDRIDGE, COLCHESTER]

So pleasing was the success of this manoeuvre, that the Liverpools,

for further recreation, got up a miniature Tussaud's. They arrayed a row

of martial effigies, and waited with the glee of school-boys while the

artillery from the neighbouring hills pounded away at what they imagined

to be some dauntless Britons who dared to defy them.

Efforts to signal to Ladysmith by heliograph still continued to fail, at

least to reach those for whom the display was intended, though the Boer

heliograph graciously acknowledged the communication. It answered

jocosely, "Will be with you to-morrow." The British reply was

monosyllabic! The pigeon-post medium was resorted to, and by this means

those outsiders struggling for its relief were informed that with

Ladysmith all was well.

[Illustration: GENERAL SIR GEORGE STEWART WHITE, V.C., G.C.B., THE

DEFENDER OF LADYSMITH.

Photo by Window & Grove, London.]

The process of pigeon postal communication was exceedingly interesting.

Mr. Arthur Hirst, who at the onset of the war had started a loft of the

best Yorkshire racing pigeons at Durban, settled himself at the

Intelligence Department Headquarters, Ladysmith, and from thence sent

out his intelligent birds. Of these he had some 200, all of which were

trained by himself and his assistants. His early experiments were most

successful. He despatched thirteen pigeons to Durban, a distance of 200

miles, yet they arrived safely with messages within five hours. The

birds were returned from thence for more work. After that time Mr. Hirst

continued training a hundred young birds to travel from the seat of war

to Ladysmith, and great interest was taken by all who began to

understand that news of the outer world would shortly be very limited

indeed.

On the 14th the Free State troops took up a position on a small kopje

whence a British battery strove to rout them. There was some smart

cannonading, till the British were forced to fall back on the town.

Their day assault over, the Boers tried a new experiment, that of a

midnight attack. All the Afrikander cannon simultaneously opened fire on

the town, turning the sleeping scene into a lurid inferno. Several

buildings caught fire, and the whistling and shrieking shells at

intervals made terrifying music in the weird silence of the night.

ESTCOURT

Opinions regarding Estcourt differ. Some consider it a picturesque and

verdant little village, placed in the bosom of the hills and very

similar to a Sussex hamlet on the Downs. Others have described it as

well deserving the name of being the hottest and most unpleasant region

in the high veldt of Natal. It is in the thorn country, and is

surrounded with rough irregular kopjes. The railway bridge over the

Bushman's River is an imposing structure, and the line leads from Durban

to Maritzburg, Colenso, and Ladysmith, and thence to the Orange Free

State and the Transvaal. A little lower down the river is a substantial

bridge that runs across from Estcourt to Fort Napier, a quaint-looking

structure, neither ornamental nor useful, for hills behind and round it

command the situation. Thus commanded, it is utterly indefensible, and

would need an army corps to hold it. The garrison, under

Brigadier-General Wolfe-Murray, at this time consisted of the Royal

Dublin Fusiliers, the Border Regiment, one squadron of Imperial Light

Horse, Natal Field Artillery, and some scouts. This small force would

have been absolutely inadequate to the defence of the place had it been

seriously attacked. The Boers in hordes were supported at Colenso by

heavy guns, while the British troops that had to evacuate that village

had but one obsolete nine-pounder manned by volunteers. The absence of

good guns was everywhere deplored. At Ladysmith the position was merely

saved by the hasty arrival at the very last moment of the Naval Brigade

with their formidable weapons, and at Colenso the regrettable evacuation

was obligatory solely on account of the lack of guns. The depressing

effect of retreat on the unhappy colonists who had their homes in the

neighbourhood may be imagined.

From Estcourt on a clear day, with a northerly wind blowing, the

exciting sound of hostilities in the neighbourhood of Ladysmith was

distinctly to be heard, the deep bass of "Long Tom" booming upon the

air, while the heavy baritone of the 4.7 Naval guns kept up the

diabolical duet. Intense curiosity as to the doings of the besieged

prevailed, but it was impossible to do more than mount up some of the

highest hills and look down into the cup of shadow where Ladysmith was

known to be. In that direction the hollow presented the air of an active

volcano, volumes of smoke floating upwards, and spreading their message

of bombardment and resistance far and wide. But nothing active could be

done. The tiny garrison, it was true, was receiving reinforcements, but

these came in by driblets. General Wolfe-Murray engaged himself in

planning defences which should at all events make Estcourt into a hard

nut to crack, and caused redoubts and intrenchments to be constructed so

that the place might be safe against such attack as the Boers would

make. The troops were kept in excellent training, to ensure their

fitness to take the field at a moment's notice.

On the 9th of November there was general satisfaction owing to the safe

arrival, under a flag of truce, of ninety-eight wounded from Dundee. The

officers among them were Colonel Beckett of the Natal Field Force, Major

Hammersley, Lancashire Fusiliers; Captain Adam, A.D.C.; Captain

M'Lachlan, Major Boultbee, King's Royal Rifles; Lieutenant C. N.

Perreau, Captain Dibly, Dublin Fusiliers; and Lieutenant B. de W. Weldon

of the Leicesters. There was also some grim rejoicing in hearing reports

that were brought in that the Boers in their attack on Ladysmith had

suffered severely, and that Bester's Farm, to meet the strain, had been

turned by them into a hospital. The first detachment of the

long-looked-for division was now expected, and every one in camp began

already to think the siege of Ladysmith might be considered a thing of

the past.

Nothing warlike took place for some days. On the 14th, however, at noon,

the sound of three guns gave evidence that parties of the enemy had

somewhere made their appearance. The garrison--now counting the West

Yorks--numbering some 3000 men, stood to arms. Colonel Martyn, in

command of the mounted troops, at once started off in the direction

whence a crackling of musketry proceeded. The Boers, in some force, were

located on the summit of a hill firing at our scouts, who quickly

retired. Two guns of the Natal Field Artillery were at once sent for,

but their arrival was a signal for the enemy to beat a hasty retreat.

Their retirement was merely momentary, however, for they went along a

chain of hills, and appeared again on another eminence in full force. A

squadron of the Natal Carabineers attempted to turn their flank for the

purpose of ascertaining their strength, and in so doing estimated their

numbers at about 500; any effort to dislodge so large a party would

therefore have been useless, and Colonel Martyn with his small force was

just about to retire to the hills above Estcourt, when the Boers were

observed to be on the move. They were evidently preparing to clear off,

which they rapidly did, particularly when assisted by a volley from the

Natal Carabineers, whose nimble horses clambered up to the crest with

marvellous celerity. After this, in default of sufficient cavalry, there

was no choice but to retire. Men and horses were absolutely "dead beat."

The expedition, with the mounting of the almost impregnable hill, had

occupied six hours. This, however, was only an example of the many,

almost daily, encounters that were necessary to arrest the enemy in his

advance to the south.

ARMOURED TRAIN DISASTER AT CHIEVELEY

So little is known by civilians of the nature and appearance of armoured

trains, which played so prominent a part in the war, that a rough sketch

of the "altogether" of one of these ungainly and diabolical machines may

here be given. Armoured trains are hastily-constructed affairs,

consisting of a locomotive and a few waggons, the engine generally being

located about the middle of the train. The waggons and locomotive are

covered by boiler-plating three-quarters of an inch thick, as firmly

riveted as time will allow. One of these trains was constructed at

Mafeking, where there are several railway shops, the town being on the

new main line from the Cape to Buluwayo. The locomotive is the only part

of the train that does not carry guns, the steel casing being solely to

protect the mechanism of the engine from the shot of the enemy. The

remainder of the armour is thickly perforated with portholes, through

which guns of varying calibre peep, the Maxim, Nordenfeldt, and Gatling

being the most serviceable weapons for this kind of work. The smaller

holes are for the rifles of the marksmen, and usually the deadliest

shots in a regiment are, when possible, selected for the position. It

takes an expert marksman to shoot with satisfactory results from a

quickly-moving train. Usually an armoured train is also supplied with a

powerful searchlight, in view of a possible night attack. Of course, the

boiler tubing can offer no resistance to artillery. In fact, rifle shots

fired at short range will sometimes penetrate the plates, and to meet

such a possibility sand-bags are often provided, as was the case in the

Egyptian campaign, when the Sirdar found the armoured train of great

service. The man in command of an armoured train thinks first, when an

emergency arises, of his engine. So long as that remains in workable

condition the odds are on his side; but once the vital parts of the

locomotive are damaged, the outlook becomes serious, for an armoured

train can only carry a small body of men, who would be quickly

surrounded by the enemy, who might number hundreds or thousands. The

chances are that an armoured train could not be damaged to such an

extent unless artillery, dynamite, or some equally destructive force

were used.

A machine of this kind, but of third-rate pretensions, was now

continually used by the troops at Frere for the purpose of discovering

the whereabouts of the enemy, and on the 15th of November an exciting

and disastrous voyage was made in the "death-trap," as it was called.

The troops had orders to proceed from Estcourt to Frere, and beyond if

possible, to ascertain how far the line was practicable for the passage

of an army.

The crew of this train consisted of Captain Haldane (Gordon

Highlanders), in command of some seventy non-commissioned officers and

men of the Dublin Fusiliers, Lieutenant Frankland, Captain Wylie, and

Lieutenant Alexander, with forty-five non-commissioned officers and men

of the Durham Light Infantry, and five Bluejackets under a petty

officer. Mr. Winston Spencer Churchill, who was acting as war

correspondent to the _Morning Post_, also accompanied the party, and in

addition to him were certain railway employees to repair damages. No

sooner had the train got to Frere and telegraphed "all well" than

trouble began. It started to go still farther forward, in spite of the

fact that natives were seen gesticulating warnings. On reaching

Chieveley Station, it was found that there were Boers, who had hitherto

been lying in ambush, eagerly looking out for them. These were posted in

large numbers on either side of the line. Of course, the train began at

once to steam back, but even as it did so a volley was poured on it from

the enemy. With hideous clatter the bullets thudded on the iron, and

several cannon began at once to play on the unlucky machine. Then, to

add to its misfortunes, without pause or warning of any kind, the trucks

suddenly, with a jerk and a crash, leapt into the air. They, at least,

appeared to do so, overturning in the act, and shooting their contents

helter-skelter, "like potatoes out of a sack." The words are quoted from

the description of a sufferer who himself experienced the unpleasant

sensation. Several of the men were mortally injured. A platelayer was

killed on the spot. The cause of the disaster was simple and easily to

be explained. The Boers had laid a trap for the train, and placed an

impediment on the rails behind it, so that on its retreating journey it

should become a complete wreck, and thus place the troops entirely at

their mercy. And their ingenious machinations succeeded.

The enemy, triumphant, then opened fire with a Maxim and two 9-pounders

from a kopje covered with brushwood, while Boer sharpshooters hidden in

dongas and behind boulders also assisted. The Dublins and Volunteers

fought gallantly; thrice they drove the enemy back, but the brave

fellows, already suffering from the shock of having been shot with great

force on the line, were from the first at a disadvantage, and unable at

once to gather themselves together to meet the instantaneous fire of the

Dutchmen. All they could do was to scramble to their feet--some were too

securely jammed under the trucks to be freed--take up a position as firm

as barked knees and bruised spines would allow, and defend themselves

against the sudden attack. Mr. Churchill and Lieutenant Frankland

immediately called for volunteers to help in clearing the line. Many

hearty voices responded. Wildly they worked amid a hailstorm of bullets

to free the engine and remove the wreckage, Mr. Churchill, between the

screams of the injured and the rattling of the rifles, rallying the men

and helping them, though every moment volley after volley picked off

some of their numbers and sensibly thinned them. Some of these men were

not only men but marvels; they worked with the zeal of giants and the

pluck of heroes. Vigorously the Dublins and Durhams continued to fire at

the unseen enemy, while the rest of the party by sheer main force got

the engine into working order, smashing everything in its way, and

packing it, as tenderly as possible, with the helpless creatures whose

groans and cries were in themselves enough to make the blood of the

stoutest hearts run cold. Every man seemed bent on eclipsing the courage

of his comrade and following the example set by the gallant war

correspondent. Sergeant Bassett of the Dublins roared his orders with

firm and steady voice, giving his men the range with an air of cool

unconcern that was truly reassuring, while Wright of the Durham Light

Infantry was also conspicuous. During the turmoil he fired from the knee

in the regular position, and was as calm and collected as if he had been

at a rifle-range. With each shot he cracked a joke and kept his comrades

from getting excited. All this time the poor fellow was wounded, half

his right ear having been shot away. Private Kavanagh, the wag of the

Dublins, chaffed his comrades, telling them the Boer shells were

harmless, they could hit nothing "at all, at all!" and Corporal Dickie,

though wounded and lying on his back, continued to bellow to his mates,

"Give 'em beans, boys! give 'em beans!" And meanwhile Mr. Churchill,

though rained on with lead and almost stunned by the noise, was coolly

giving directions for the lifting of the wounded and for the moving of

the engine. Finally, he had the satisfaction of getting the engine and

tender safely charged with their mutilated human freight and started on

the melancholy return journey. Swiftly the train steamed off, protected

by the fire of Dublins and Durhams, and as it did so, Mr. Churchill, who

went with it a little way, but who had stoutly refused all requests to

continue farther, returned to the help of such of the wounded as had

been left behind. His noble self-sacrifice, however, was of no avail.

Directly afterwards he was set on by the enemy and made a prisoner, in

company with two brave officers, Captain Haldane and Lieutenant

Frankland, and fifty-eight of the wounded. The unfortunate party was

then marched in the pouring rain to Colenso. On the following morning

they were taken to the Boer camp before Ladysmith, and thence _via_

Modder Spruit to Pretoria. In the course of the journey a great

concourse of persons crowded to see the captured, and in justice to the

Boers it must be said that there was only one exception to prove the

rule that courtesy on all sides was observed.

An officer writing of the armoured train affair at Chieveley so well

described the glorious deeds that were performed that his version was

quoted even by war correspondents. It is therefore reproduced here.

"The train," he writes, "had gone on past Frere towards Chieveley, when

a party of about 200 Boers were seen evidently watering their horses.

After watching them for some time the train reversed, and went back at a

fair speed. On rounding a curve, a truck containing men of the Durham

Light Infantry toppled over, almost burying the inmates. Fortunately the

men had room to scramble out, although three or four had almost to be

dug out before they got free. In the meantime the Boers were pouring a

rifle-fire into the train, and were working their big guns and Maxim as

fast as it was possible for them to load and fire. The Dubs (Dublin

Fusiliers) in the truck in what was now the rear of the train were

firing as hard as they could, and the Naval men on an open waggon at the

rear opened fire with their 7-pounder, but after about three shots it

was put out of action. Gradually all the men got out of the overturned

truck, and, seeking cover behind waggons, returned the Boer fire, but

the enemy was so well protected that hardly a man could be seen. It soon

became apparent that the foe being in overwhelming force and provided

with heavy artillery, the best thing was to endeavour to get the road

clear.

"Twenty volunteers were called for, and it was at this point that

Lieutenant Winston Churchill so distinguished himself. With the greatest

coolness he superintended the operation of getting the trucks free of

the line. He encouraged the men at work by walking about in the open

with bullets flying round him, and telling the working party not to mind

the Boer fire, as the aim was bad.

"The engine was backed and then pushed against the trucks on the line,

and it was when this operation was going on that another truck, behind

which the men were firing to cover the working party, fell over and

injured one or two D.L.I. seriously. They had been ordered to stand back

while the engine butted against the derailed trucks, but they evidently

did not hear the order.

"After nearly an hour's hard work and harder fighting, the line was

clear enough for the engine to go forward, but the waggons behind had to

be uncoupled and left. The Dubs who were in them and the Naval men,

however, had got out, and had gone away in extended order, and the

engine had moved on just when the line was clear.

"Captain Wyllie was shot in the thigh and dropped. Sergeant Tod, who had

also been injured in the hand, went to the Captain's assistance and

built up a cover of stones as a protection against rifle-fire. Just as

he was lying down a shell burst right in front, scattering the stones in

all directions, and some of the pieces struck Tod in the hip, inflicting

an ugly but not a serious wound.

"The engine in the meantime had gone forward, and was brought by

Lieutenant Churchill to pick up as many wounded as could be found.

Captain Wyllie and Tod were taken up on the tender, and the engine went

on some distance farther, when Captain Haldane of the Gordons and

Lieutenant Churchill jumped off and joined the men fighting their way

back; but the Boers were now closing all round, and the engine barely

got through."

The _Echo_, in a leading article, spoke warmly of Mr. Churchill's

exploit. It said: "In this affair Mr. Churchill, though a non-combatant,

displayed the courage of his stock, and cheered the men in the work of

rescuing the wounded and the bodies of the dead, crying, 'Come on, men!'

with all the courage that his father showed in political warfare or his

great ancestor on the fields of Blenheim or Malplaquet. When the engine

steamed off, Mr. Churchill remained behind to help. Every one will hope

that he is not killed."

It is somewhat interesting here to note Mr. Churchill's soliloquy on his

journey in an armoured train, published in the _Morning Post_ at the

very time the noble fellow was suffering for his bravery on an identical

trip. "This armoured train," he said, "is a very puny specimen, having

neither gun nor Maxims, with no roof to its trucks and no shutters to

its loopholes, and being in every way inferior to the powerful machines

I saw working along the southern frontier. Nevertheless it is a useful

means of reconnaissance, nor is a journey in it devoid of interest. An

armoured train! The very name sounds strange; a locomotive disguised as

a knight-errant--the agent of civilisation in the habiliments of

chivalry. Mr. Morley attired as Sir Lancelot would seem scarcely more

incongruous. The possibilities of attack added to the keenness of the

experience. We started at one o'clock. A company of the Dublin Fusiliers

formed the garrison. Half were in the car in front of the engine, half

in that behind. Three empty trucks, with a plate-laying gang and spare

rails to mend the line, followed. The country between Estcourt and

Colenso is open, undulating, and grassy. The stations, which occur every

four or five miles, are hamlets consisting of half-a-dozen corrugated

iron houses, and perhaps a score of blue gum trees. These little specks

of habitation are almost the only marked feature of the landscape, which

on all sides spreads in pleasant but monotonous slopes of green. The

train maintained a good speed; and, though it stopped repeatedly to

question Kaffirs or country folk, and to communicate with the cyclists

and other patrols who were scouring the country on the flanks, reached

Chieveley, five miles from Colenso, by about three o'clock; and from

here the Ladysmith balloon, a brown speck floating above and beyond the

distant hills, was plainly visible.

"Beyond Chieveley it was necessary to observe more caution. The speed

was reduced--the engine walked warily. The railway officials scanned the

track, and often before a culvert or bridge was traversed we disembarked

and examined it from the ground. At other times long halts were made

while the officers swept the horizon and the distant hills with

field-glasses and telescopes. But the country was clear and the line

undamaged, and we continued our slow advance."

Little did he know when these thoughts passed though his busy brain that

in a few days he would find himself in the State School of Pretoria, a

prisoner, far from kith and kin, and uncertain whether or not he, like

others, might be tried by Judge Gregorowski, who would take a grim

pleasure, as he did in the case of the Uitlanders, in sentencing him to

death. On this score great anxiety was felt, and it is no exaggeration

to say that his countrymen, whether friends or strangers, were all

equally regretful at his loss, and deeply anxious as to the fate that

might befall so gallant a descendant of a great line.

ESTCOURT

Things were now going from bad to worse. The Ermelo commando, some 2000

strong, with six 7-pounders and two French guns, took up a threatening

position near Ennersdale, with a view to attacking Estcourt at an early

date, and there was every chance that the place would be surrounded.

Meanwhile the inhabitants of Ladysmith reported themselves in good

health, some of them having taken refuge during the daytime in the

caves by the river-bank, returning to their homes only to sleep. The

war-balloon continued to attract a great deal of the enemy's attention,

and they expended a vast quantity of ammunition in taking pot-shots at

its tranquil form as it floated on the skyline of the hill behind the

hollow from which it was sent up. Lieut.-Colonel Sir Henry Rawlinson, of

the headquarters staff, while aloft making a reconnaissance had a narrow

escape. A shrapnel shell pierced the balloon, came out on the other

side, and burst some distance beyond. Had it exploded while traversing

the gas-bag, the balloon and its occupant would have been done for; as

it was, the balloon made a gentle and dignified descent, and the sole

casualty reported was "one balloon wounded."

[Illustration: TYPES OF ARMS--THE 5-INCH HOWITZER OR SIEGE GUN. PHOTO BY

CRIBB, SOUTHSEA]

Various commandoes were now seen advancing towards the railway bridge,

which is half a mile north-west of Estcourt, and also from a northerly

direction. Upon this General Hildyard's force stood to arms. The outpost

fired on the enemy, and one shell at 8000 yards' range was launched from

the Naval guns. The effect was good, for the enemy with all celerity

retired. At the same time around Ladysmith the Boers were continuing

their bombardment from four strong positions: the first at Wonona, the

second on Intintanyone Hill, the third on Umbulwana Hill, and the fourth

at Grobler's Kloof. Sorties from time to time took place, thus

frustrating the intention of the enemy to make the investment closer.

Sir George White's lyddite shells were discovered to be more effective

than those of the Boers, many of which were charged with sand, and

jocosely said to be "made in Germany." As a matter of fact, the shells

were charged with cordite which had probably grown stale and ineffective

from over-keeping. It may be remembered that they were stored for use

against the British after the Jameson Raid.

On the 19th November General Hildyard found that it was necessary either

to reinforce the mounted troops that were posted at Willow Grange, thus

dividing the forces at his disposal, or to evacuate the place. He

decided on the latter alternative, and thereupon the Boers, with

delighted expedition, commenced to make preparation for a triumphant

progress to Maritzburg.

The weather now grew intensely hot, and at night the fall in the

thermometer became almost dangerously pronounced. In fact, the troops

had all the discomforts of India without the conveniences commonly at

hand in that country for the amelioration of its conditions. The railway

between Maritzburg and Estcourt was cut, and further aggressive action

seemed to be brewing. All news from Ladysmith came out either by

pigeon-post or by Kaffir runners, who, in a manner peculiar to

themselves, managed to get through the enemy's lines. Food in the

beleaguered town was still moderate in price, meat being tenpence a

pound and bread threepence. A good deal of concern prevailed because the

country between Ladysmith and the south was fast being taken possession

of by the enemy, and the peaceful farmers and loyalists in the vicinity

were shaking in their shoes, spending days and nights in an agony of

suspense as to their future and the safety of their belongings.

[Illustration: SIGHTING A NAVAL FIELD GUN.

Photo by Gregory & Co., London.]

The people in the neighbourhood of Willow Grange at this time had some

exciting and alarming experiences. The Boers bound for Maritzburg, of

course, made their way into such farms as suited them. They had encamped

themselves on the surrounding kopjes, and these soon became living

hives, moving hills, of horses, cattle, and human beings, dotted with

some fourteen or fifteen ambulances carrying red-cross flags. They

endeavoured to make themselves agreeable to such of the inhabitants as

remained, assuring them that they did not intend to hurt those who sat

quietly on their farms, though they meant to loot and raid everything

from deserted homesteads. Here is a description given at the time by an

owner of a farm who entertained Field-Cornet Joubert to breakfast--a

plucky lady who determined to show that the Boers had no terrors for

her.

"We hurried breakfast, and had hardly finished when the yard was full of

men, galloping all through the trees. I went out, and was fiercely

greeted with, 'Where are the other two men? We have taken three

prisoners (Thorneycroft's scouts) out of five, and two are here.'

"They rode into the stable, looked through my outside bedroom door,

dairy, and every conceivable place. Luckily, the men got clear.

"Shortly afterwards the Boers began to pass, cutting fences and riding

in all directions, anywhere through the homestead; no discipline

whatever, just like a pack of hounds when the fox is lost. They lined

our kopjes overlooking Willow Grange, Weston, and Estcourt. They could

hear the cannon at Ladysmith, and were not more than a mile from the

house. But as scouts our boys are not in it. No stranger would have

believed that stony hills were full of men and horses. I don't think

that there were more than 400 or 500, evidently the advance-guard. We

were kept lively the whole time, as almost every man and horse came into

the yard for water, which is in a spring fifty yards from the front

door, and had to be got out in buckets. They asked for anything and

everything except meat. We gave as long as we could, thinking discretion

the better part of valour. They invariably offered to pay, but our

answer was, 'We are under martial law.'

"On Monday three men came to commandeer our carriage horses, one

riding-horse, and my youngest boy's pony. We argued; but no! They must

take them, as they were big and fat. My husband had almost given it up,

being tired out. When they entered the stable, I stood by my favourite

and slated them. The men were not Boers, but some of the scum who have

joined.

"One, as ugly as sin, replied, 'Well, we will allow the lady to keep her

trap-horses, but we will take the two riding-horses. We want this

flat-backed, nice-looking pony for a stout man.'

"Then followed a scene. My son, aged eleven, rushed and threw his arms

round his pony's neck, sobbing, and shouting out, 'I'll shoot the first

Dutchman that touches him' (the boy is a cadet).

"'What a ---- of a row, mates; let's clear.'

"It was too much even for that scoundrel.

"Within an hour they brought down the troop branded N.G., put them in

the kraal, caught unbroken mares with foals--anything the wretches could

lay hands on.

"I stood by, and said, 'Are you Boers (farmers) like ourselves or

vagabonds? I'll put a fire in the grass for you.'

"A genuine Boer remonstrated with them, but it was of no use; so, for a

loaf of bread, he agreed to take a note to Commandant-General David

Joubert.

"I wrote explaining matters, and received a courteous reply, saying they

had no authority from him. He called later on, and told us to resist

them; that if he required anything he would write, and send one of his

own officers; and Mr. Kirby must go into the camp and pick out all the

horses--an honour he declined, saying we were under martial law, and he

wished to have nothing to do with them.

"On my going out to meet General Joubert, he sat on his horse, pipe in

mouth, slouch hat well pulled over his ears.

"His aide-de-camp said, 'Our Commandant-General.'

"I shook hands, and said, 'Commandant who?'

"He replied, 'David Joubert;' he's only a second-cousin of the other.

"Later on we had a visit from Commandant Trichardt. He also expressed

regret, saying he had men of all nations, and could not keep order.

"But it's funny to watch them. They never salute an officer or stand at

attention; they talk and crack jokes round them, and when ready, say,

'Let's be going.' This, mind, to men in command.

"They shot our sheep.

"I sent my youngest son into camp. The Boers asked after several people,

whom the child did not know. They crowded round him a dozen deep. The

young native with him began to cry, but the boy enjoyed it. He picked

out a number of horses, which they eventually caught again and cleared

with. He spotted the ugly fellow who wanted to steal his pony, and

called out, 'You wanted to take my horse, and to-day you've got Scrick,

the fright.'

"The others laughed and jeered the fellow.

"They told us some funny tales. One was that the balloons are the

English people's gods, but Slim Piet sent L5 worth of shot at one and

brought it down, as he wanted to see it.

"Another was, 'We don't mind Rhodes, but show us old Franchise; that's

the man we want.'

"Some say they are tired of this life, as they have it 'bitter sware,'

but will fight for their country for five years, as they believe this is

the war the Bible speaks of. After this we shall have a thousand years'

peace.

"On Sunday a skirmish took place. David Joubert's son was wounded. They

fired on to the Hoek farmhouse.

"On Wednesday heavy firing was heard in the direction of Willow Grange,

and on Friday every man was on the alert. We, knowing nothing of the

outside world, expected a night attack, and put food and wraps ready for

the night, as we were afraid of the British shells coming on to the

house.

"They advised us to hoist the white flag, but we steadily refused, nor

will we carry a flag of truce, as they advised, if we left the house for

a hundred yards....

"One man came for dry firewood, and tried to be agreeable; gave a very

vivid description of our balloons, and finished off by saying, 'You

would have laughed last night (Friday night). The Dutch and Fusiliers

got mixed up. When they found it out, one ran one way and one the other.

The Fusiliers shot one of our scouts only; but they are good fellows,

these Fusiliers; they are nearly as tough as we are.'

"One had a big lump out of his leg, his hand blown off, and a hole in

his cheek. He stood up and said, 'Well, I've had enough.' He further

said, 'The Fusiliers can fight; we fought them seven and a half hours

before we took 1200 prisoners. They fought hard, and would not give in.'

He evidently admired them.

"The Dutch troopers carry all they have with them on horseback (no

transport); they have one blanket, one mackintosh, and live principally

on meat (grilled); each cooks for himself. They sleep out in the open

veldt--no tents, except for their heads; and one Boer said he had never

had his clothes off for a month. They water their horses, and then swill

their faces in the dregs.

"Our neighbour had deserted his home. They turned his house into a

hospital, hoisted the red-cross flag on his chimney, and have broken and

destroyed everything about his place, killed off his sheep, &c., eaten

bottles of fruit, and broken the bottles.

"The description they themselves gave of wrecked homes was

heart-rending. Some of them sported all sorts of loot, and were dressed

in clothes that were never bought by them.

"I offered (through a trooper) to exchange Field-Cornet Joubert hats. I

would give him a new grey felt helmet for the one he wore--a battered,

brown, hard felt hat, bound with Transvaal colours, two bullet-holes

right through the crown, just above the band. No doubt he had placed it

on a stone as a target. I was told he had been in hospital with a wound

in his leg, got at the same time his hat was hit, but he was so strong

and tough he soon came out again. I don't know if he would have

exchanged, as I only made the offer the morning they retreated. I

thought of sending it to our museum."

On the 20th of November some 700 Boers from Weenen took up a strong

position at Highlands, which is situated some thirteen miles from

Estcourt. They occupied two farms north-east of the Mooi River. On the

following day communication with Estcourt was interrupted and the

telegraph wires south of the place were cut, and later on the lines were

torn up. That done, the Boers began to shell the Mooi River village.

They were posted in two strong positions, but their fire, though

accurate, did little damage. Cattle-looting was briskly continued, the

enemy varying the monotony by firing at intervals. In this district

alone the direct loss to the loyal colonists amounted to over L25,000.

From the north a hot artillery fire was poured into the Mooi River camp,

while from the west further Free State commandoes were marching in.

Great caution was observed in the camp, as it was known that the enemy

had entirely captured the railway line, and there was no knowing what

their next tactics, or rather dodges, might chance to be.

THE FIGHT ON BEACON HILL

Some definite action was now bound to be attempted, for after the

evacuation of Willow Grange the investment of Estcourt was practically

complete. The enemy, some 7000, with eight big guns and led by the

Commandant-General, had taken up a strong position about six miles south

of Willow Grange. There was nothing now between him and Maritzburg but

the force at Mooi River, and, in fact, there was no knowing how soon he

might overrun the whole colony of Natal.

The curious entanglement of military operations at this time formed a

puzzle that, had the British not been too gravely interested, would have

afforded them entertainment. The rules of no known military war game

could be applied to the situation, and its uniqueness was a matter as

incomprehensible to the tactician as to the ignoramus. For instance,

from Maritzburg to Ladysmith one side alternated with the other at

intervals along the line. There were British troops at Maritzburg, Boers

at Balgowan; British at Mooi River, Boers at Willow Grange; British at

Estcourt, Boers at Ennersdale; British within Ladysmith, and Boers

without. To the Commander this complicated sandwich of friend and foe

must have been most confounding, and the upshot of the war, even by

experts, could no longer be hopefully foretold.

Sir George White was surrounded at Ladysmith, General Hildyard at

Estcourt, and General Barton at Mooi River, and the Boers seemed able,

after detaching troops sufficient to form three forces, consisting in

all of about 17,000 men, still to be going onward with 7000 odd towards

the sea.

During the afternoon of the 22nd of November a column moved out of camp

in the direction of Beacon Hill to check the Boer advance. No sooner had

they started than a tremendous downpour of rain accompanied by heavy

thunder began to transform the whole earth into one huge morass.

Naturally the already heavy task of marching was made doubly severe; but

the splendid "Tommies" nevertheless plodded steadily over five miles of

undulating ground, always steep in parts, and now terribly slippery from

slush. Torrents continued to fall, accompanied by large hailstones, but

still the troops moved on, arriving eventually at the foot of Beacon

Hill where the Boer camp was situated, and beginning with steady and

dogged steps to climb. Rivulets swollen by rain were successfully

crossed, swamps negotiated, and massive boulders stumbled over. The

force, which consisted of the 2nd Battalion West Yorkshire Regiment,

half 2nd Battalion of Queen's, seven companies 2nd Battalion East Surrey

Regiment, and the Durham Light Infantry, on reaching its destination,

bivouacked for the night. A Naval 12-pounder gun was placed on the

summit of the hill, and the 7th Battery Royal Field Artillery was also

in position. These forces were under the command of Colonel Kitchener,

who was directed to make a midnight attack and seize the enemy's guns

and laager. The Border Regiment from Estcourt was to arrive in the

morning and assist in the operations.

Unfortunately the troops, while taking up their position at the base of

Beacon Hill, were discovered by the enemy, who at once blazed out with

their artillery. Thereupon the Naval gun from its post on the hill

snorted defiance, and from this time the Boers remained on the alert.

Nevertheless in the grey gloom of the early dawn the ascent was begun,

the West Yorks, supported by the Queens and East Surreys, struggling to

the summit over steep and rocky ground. From the base of the hill on the

left flank of the enemy's position a wall led straight to the crown, and

this wall and the absence of beaten tracks helped to make the already

hard task additionally arduous. However, by patience and perseverance

the crest of the hill was at last gained, and the troops, with a lusty

cheer, cleared out some 150 Boers at the point of the bayonet. These

with remarkable agility fled to a second position, on which the bulk of

their force was situated. So precipitate was the flight that thirty

horses were left behind and captured, together with saddlery and camp

equipment. The West Yorks then took up a position on the hill behind a

barricade of stones.

Meanwhile hard work during the afternoon and night of the 22nd and 23rd

had been taking place in other directions. The Naval gun, supported by

the Durham Light Infantry, with the greatest difficulty had been

transported over the veldt, and lugged by sheer force of muscle up the

almost inaccessible mountain. The route of the strugglers lay either

across sponge or rock, and the choice was not exhilarating. The 7th

Battery of Field Artillery also toiled manfully in bringing guns up the

steep incline.

When the day broke, the enemy opened fire from the surrounding kopjes,

and the Yorks finding the Boers had to an inch the range of their

position, were then forced to retire. A heavy Boer gun had been posted

on a hill to west of Willow Grange Station, and this murderous weapon

blazed away at the infantry with unabated zeal, though our guns warmly

returned the fire. The Boer shells did practically no damage, while our

shots from the Naval gun failed to reach the hostile quarters, its range

being shorter than that of the Boer weapons. However, the object of the

reconnaissance was attained, namely, to prevent the enemy from taking up

certain positions overlooking Estcourt and from spreading farther to the

south. The mounted troops, under Lieut.-Colonel Martyr, were directed to

co-operate at daylight by a movement towards Willow Grange Station, and

subsequently to patrol towards Highlands. Bethune's Mounted Infantry

Regiment was directed to operate on Colonel Kitchener's right flank. The

troops under Lieut.-Colonel Martyr, after holding a party of some 300

Boers south of Willow Grange, moved to the support of Colonel

Kitchener's left flank, where they did valuable service in helping him

back and assisting to get the wounded of the 2nd Battalion West

Yorkshire Regiment down the hill. The troops, after being under arms

from 2 P.M. on Wednesday 22nd to 5.30 P.M. of Thursday 23rd of November,

gradually returned into camp. The 2nd Battalion West Yorkshire Regiment

was the last to retire. During the movement the Border Regiment, Durham

Light Infantry, and Natal Royal Rifles held Beacon Hill, supported by

the 7th Battery of Artillery. The Imperial Light Horse, Carabineers,

Natal Police, and King's Mounted Infantry took conspicuous parts in the

engagement. The Volunteers, by their well-directed volleys, compelled

the enemy to remain at a respectful distance. General Hildyard

commanded, and Colonel Kitchener, Lieut.-Colonel Martyr, and Major

Mackenzie of the Carabineers did yeoman service. A curious feature of

the fight was the fact that Boer women must have been engaged on the

hill, as some of their side-saddles were captured among the guns,

ammunition, blankets, &c., seized by the West Yorks when the Boers were

routed from the hill-top.

Many acts of gallantry and devotion were performed, especially by

Lieutenant Nicholson, Corporal Wylde, and Private Montgomery. Private

Montgomery, though shot through the thigh, went on firing, and when shot

through the other thigh, refused to be taken to the rear for fear of

exposing the stretcher-bearers. Major Hobbs was made prisoner while

attending to a wounded man. General Hildyard especially commented on the

valorous behaviour of Lieutenant Davies, Mounted Infantry Company,

King's Royal Rifles. This young officer, under a heavy fire, dismounted,

disentangled the reins of a horse he was driving in front of him, and

assisted one of his men, who had lost his horse, to mount and escape.

Lieutenant James, Royal Navy, who commanded the Naval gun, greatly

distinguished himself in his efforts to reach the enemy's position, in

spite of the persistent attentions of a Creusot gun which had the range

of him. Captain Bottomley, Imperial Light Horse, rescued several of the

wounded under a heavy fire, and Lieutenant Palmer, R.A.M.C., while

attending the sufferers, was taken prisoner. He was subsequently

released. An amusing story was told of a trooper who was found to have

shot a very smart Boer, dressed in the regulation coat and polished

leather boots. "He was," explained Tommy, "such a swell of a toff, that

one couldn't help potting him." One of the West Yorks also viewed life

with much pluck and some jocosity. Though hopelessly shot through the

neck, with the bullet emerging in his left eye, he still demanded

tobacco, saying, "Ah wor varry near killed befoor wi' fallin' off a

house, but ah'm noan dead yet, and ah'm noan bown to dee." Let us hope

the plucky fellow lived to give his doctors the lie. The glorious

behaviour of all men of the West Yorks was especially eulogised. They

conducted themselves heroically; and those of the 2nd Battalion East

Surrey behaved with great gallantry under most trying circumstances.

During the fight Lieutenant Bridge, R.A., attached to the Imperial Light

Horse, under a heavy fire of both shot and shell rushed to a wounded man

of the West Yorks, picked him up, slung him over his shoulder, and

brought him to a place of safety. Trooper Fitzpatrick, I.L.H., brother

of the author of "The Transvaal from Within," and a prominent member of

the Reform movement--specially referred to in General Hildyard's

despatch--was killed while gallantly helping to save a wounded man. The

West Yorks' ambulance had just been reached when the poor fellow was

caught by a bullet in the back of the neck. He was buried in the

afternoon with military honours, his body being carried to the grave by

his comrades. Our loss was estimated at eleven killed and sixty wounded.

This highly successful night attack was, strategically speaking, of

prodigious value. The hostile hordes that were advancing to the south

with the intention of overrunning the Colony of Natal were summarily

disposed of, their treatment at the hands of Colonel Kitchener and his

small force being such that they preferred not to try conclusions with

him again for some time to come. They at once took themselves off to

Colenso, and in a very short space of time the telegraph lines and rails

between Weston, Estcourt, and Frere were restored. The arrival of the

first trains in camp was greeted with uproarious cheers.

LADYSMITH

The inhabitants of Ladysmith had almost begun to accustom themselves to

the promiscuous arrival of shells at odd hours throughout the day, when

General Joubert hit on the happy idea of varying the monotony of the

daily routine by making the night into a "lurid inferno"--the term is

borrowed from the Boers. Now no sooner were the besieged wrapped in

slumber than boom! bang! a shower of 94-pound shells was launched into

their midst. In an instant all was confusion. Strange forms, some weird,

some grotesque, all terrified, fled from their beds and hung hovering in

gardens and verandahs, uncertain whether to believe their eyes and ears.

The nights were mostly dark, and from the black ridges occupied by the

enemy came with a swish and a roar red tongues of flame and the

spitting, splitting fury of bursting steel, which produced in the mind

of those who had recently been folded in the arms of Morpheus a

sensation as of fevered nightmare or threatened madness. But the sturdy

soon attuned themselves to the terrific reality, though for some days,

while the midnight cannonading continued, many of the more nervous were

well-nigh distraught. The bombardment was accounted for in different

ways. Some said it was to celebrate a victory over the advance-guard of

Hildyard's brigade, others declared that the firing had been attracted

by some companies of the Liverpool Regiment who had gone to cut

firewood, and were visible in the gleams of the moonlight. This midnight

uproar continued for several days with more or less vigour, and then it

languished, possibly from economy, possibly because the Boers themselves

desired to sleep. On the 18th Dr. Stark, a naturalist who had come to

Natal to study birds, was killed as he was standing near the door of the

Royal Hotel, a shell having descended through the roof and come out by

the door.

It grew ever more and more difficult to communicate with the relieving

forces, as the Kaffir runners stood in fear of their lives, many having

been killed during their hazardous journeys. Shells from "Long Tom" and

the new gun on Bulwana continued to cause horror in the daytime and to

pursue uninterruptedly their mission of mutilation. The porch of the

English Church was destroyed, several rooms of houses wrecked, and

splinters and flying fragments of brick and rock kept all who moved

abroad in a state of suspense and mental anxiety. No! not _all_. There

was one imperturbable Scot who occupied a house between the Naval guns

and the Boer position, who watched the havoc played by the shells in his

house or garden, and occasionally applauded with the remark, "Aye, aye!

Lord, man, that wuz a hummin'-bird damned weel hatched!"

[Illustration: FACSIMILE OF PAGE OF NEWSPAPER PUBLISHED IN LADYSMITH

DURING THE SIEGE.]

On the 21st an inhuman action defaced the ordinary programme of warfare.

As before said, the Town Hall had been turned into a hospital for sick,

and this, by reason of its conspicuous clock-tower with the red flag

flying above it, made a convenient mark for the shots of the enemy. In

spite of all remonstrances, the Boer commandant proceeded to batter the

place with shell after shell, with the result that on one occasion the

wing of the hall was destroyed, fortunately without loss of life, and on

another, a shell breaking through the roof, some nine poor patients were

wounded and one killed. The General had chosen this way of expressing

his annoyance that his proposed arrangements were not complied with. He

had insisted that the wounded should be taken to the neutral camp at

Intombi, where they would have been virtually prisoners. This could not

be allowed, and therefore he was evidently determined, out of spite, to

make the life of the unhappy sick in the hospital a long-drawn agony.

They were helpless, stricken in body and nerve, and the perpetual

crashing of bursting steel, the rending of buildings in their vicinity,

was almost worse than the pang of actual death. Still, in spite of

everything, the garrison bore up wonderfully and tried to put a good

face on matters. A message sent out on the 25th of November, even showed

signs of spurious jocosity. The writer said, "Shells and flies very

numerous, but the latter more annoying." There was a pathetic ring in

the little pleasantry. In reality, valiant Ladysmith was beginning to

droop with the suspense of hope deferred that maketh the heart sick. The

heat was getting terrific, and cases of fever were beginning to appear.

The Boer firing was becoming more accurate, and their commandoes seemed

to remain at their full strength, some 10,000. The besieged lost about

seventy head of cattle--a terrible mishap at this crisis--and these

could not, unfortunately, be recovered. A party went in pursuit of the

valuables, but had to return worsted! The total casualties up to this

date were eight killed and twenty-three wounded. Searchlight for

night-signalling began to be in continual use, and Sir George White,

being fully acquainted with the plan of campaign, was preparing himself

to co-operate whenever the great hour and moment should arrive. The

third big cannon, which had been christened "Franchise," now began to

open fire on the tunnels in which the British were said to be concealed,

and assisted actively in the already murderous chorus. On the 29th, much

to the joy of the community, a message from the Prince of Wales was

received, thanking officers and men for the birthday congratulations

they had succeeded in forwarding to him. Hopes of speedy relief revived.

It was known that General Clery had by this time some 23,000 men

(including Natal Volunteers) coming to the rescue, and these, together

with Sir George White's 9500 in Ladysmith, would, when the time for

junction should arrive, make a not insignificant total with which to

meet the Boers. But the troops were beginning to grow somewhat restless

and impatient for the hour when they should be let loose to settle their

little account with those outside. At this juncture Commandant

Schalk-Burger grew "slimmer" than ever. In order still further to

cramp Sir George White, the Dutch general sent to him a crowd of some

400 coolies, on the score that they were British subjects whom he could

not feed. As it was impossible to receive any addition to the numerous

mouths already inside the place, Sir George suggested their being sent

on to Estcourt; so the little ruse was defeated.

[Illustration: FIX BAYONETS! REPELLING AN ATTACK FROM THE TRENCHES

AROUND LADYSMITH.

Drawing by R. Caton Woodville.]

ESTCOURT AND FRERE

Tugela Drift was next attacked by the enemy. Some 300 Boers advancing

from Helpmakaar were met by Umvoti Mounted Rifles under Major Leuchars

and some Natal Police under Sub-Inspector Maxwell. Two good hours of

fighting ensued, after which the Boers turned tail and made off. Here we

must note that every one spoke highly of the Natal Mounted Police. The

members of the force, mostly gentlemen, were fine horsemen and crack

shots. Being Colonial bred, they were conversant with every inch of the

country, having done splendid service in Zululand, Pondoland, and the

outlying districts. Their experience was, therefore, invaluable.

At this time two important events took place, the Tugela River rose, and

became impassable save for boats and punts, and the long-looked-for

arrival of Sir Redvers Buller at Maritzburg was the signal for general

rejoicing. He now began the direction of operations.

So many are the minor yet exciting incidents of war, that it is

impossible to recount them; yet in these minor incidents many glorious

lives have been heroically hazarded, and indeed sacrificed, with scarce

any recognition from the country in whose service the daring deeds were

done. Some idea of the adventures of scouting parties may be obtained

from an account given by the correspondent of the _Natal Times_ on the

25th of November.

"A patrol party of sixty members of the Rifle Association went out

to-day under Captains Gough and D. E. Simmons to locate the enemy on the

Berg side of the railway.

"They found the enemy encamped on Simmon's farm, and commissariat

waggons on Blaker's farm, about twenty-two miles from here, and seven

and a half west of Mooi River.

"On reaching the swollen river near Nourse Varty's farm, eight of the

party swam across on horseback to scale the kopje.

"While doing so, the scouts, who had been sent along the river-bank,

gave the alarm, and reported that the Boers were closing round the kopje

to cut them off.

"They at once retreated, and crossed the river, but the horses could not

climb the bank and returned riderless to the other side.

"The riders swam in and brought them back, and succeeded in dragging the

exhausted animals up, when they discovered that they had been the

victims of a false alarm.

"After resting, the party again crossed the river, leaving their clothes

behind.

"Without a vestige of clothing, they proceeded to a height a mile off,

and saw the Boers breaking up camp, and moving towards Ulundi Road.

"The naked party remained watching for an hour and a half, when Simmons

recrossed the river and came back to camp to report the news, leaving

Gough to report the enemy's further movements."

Here it must be mentioned that General Hildyard spoke most highly of the

members of the Rifle Association and of the admirable scouting done by

them. He said also that great credit was due to Captains Symonds and

Ross and their officers for the wonderful efficiency which they had

displayed.

From the accounts received of the battle that took place outside of

Estcourt while that village was shut off, it was believed that Boer

women had come to help their lords to smash the "verdomde rooineks."

Those who are well acquainted with the Boers suggest that their ladies

were brought upon the scene to act in the place of white flags, for

certainly in the storming of Beacon Hill one of our officers ceased to

fire because he was confronted with a woman. Others declared that they

formed a portion of a trek which had come to implore the Boer generals

to cease the war. As we all know, the Boer women in ancient

history--such ancient history as the trekkers have--egged their husbands

and fathers on to warfare, loading their guns for them, and even firing

themselves when needful; therefore the idea of their being desirous of

peace was improbable. It is possible they would scorn to treat the

petticoat in the light of a white flag, and prefer to stand side by side

with their mates in their thinning ranks.

The Boers now entirely vacated their position along the Highland range

of hills, owing, it was believed, to the River Mooi being in flood, and

also in consequence of a smart engagement that had taken place with

General Hildyard's troops. Ladysmith remained calm, and though there was

some cannonading, it evoked no response. The Boers congratulated

themselves that the days of Ladysmith were numbered, that another week

would find them in possession of the place, and, though no great

humourists, they indulged in mild witticisms, christening their big guns

"Suzerainty" and "Franchise." The besieged meanwhile consoled

themselves. Their position was stronger than ever, having been made so

with redoubts and breastworks, and they awaited the coming of Sir

Redvers Buller and his forces with cheerfulness and confidence.

On the 26th of November the British troops began to advance on Colenso,

marching from Estcourt to Frere, where they found that the railway

bridge had been destroyed. The lines, however, were rapidly repaired. By

this time all had learnt to look cautiously out for the derailing of the

trains, and Kaffirs with flags were posted at points in the line to

signal if danger were ahead. Another contingent of the Naval Brigade

from Her Majesty's ship _Terrible_ started from Durban with guns and

special mountings invented by Captain Percy Scott. The officers in

command were Commander Limpus, Lieutenants Richards, Wilde, and England.

Surgeon Lomas accompanied them.

The new gun-carriage designed by Captain Percy Scott at this time came

in for a great share of attention. The feature of the invention is a

spade which holds the gun in position, while the recoil is absorbed by

the compression of oil and springs. Great strain is thus placed on the

spade, and consequently its success depends largely on the character of

the soil and the hold obtained.

On this subject a correspondent writing to the _Times_ from Natal

said:--

"You may be interested to hear a little about the Navy, who have come to

the front as usual and met an emergency. From the first it would seem

that what was wanted were long-range guns which could shell the enemy at

a distance outside the range of their Mauser rifles, and the captain of

the _Terrible_, therefore, proposed a field-mounting for the Naval long

12-pounder of 12 cwt., which has a much longer range than any artillery

gun out here. A pair of waggon wheels were picked up, a balk of timber

used as a trail, and in twenty-four hours a 12-pounder was ready for

land service. Captain Scott then designed a mounting for a 4.7-inch

Naval gun by simply bolting a ship's mounting down on to four pieces of

pile. Experts declared that the 12-pounder would smash up the trail, and

that the 4.7-inch would turn a somersault; the designer insisted,

however, on a trial. When it took place, nothing of the kind happened,

except that at extreme elevation the 12-pounder shell went 9000 yards

and the 4.7-inch (lyddite) projectile 12,000 yards. Captain Scott was,

therefore, encouraged to go ahead, and four 12-pounders were fitted and

sent round to Durban in the _Powerful_, and also two 4.7-inch guns.

People say here that these guns saved the situation at Ladysmith. A

Naval friend writing to me from the camp says: 'The Boers complain that

we are not "playing the game"; they only expected to fight rooineks, not

sailors who use guns that range seven miles, and they want us to go back

to our ships. One of our lyddite shells went over a hill into their

camp, killed fourteen men and wounded thirty. Guns of this description

are not, according to the Boer idea, at all proper, and they do not

like our way of staggering humanity. Had these guns been landed earlier,

how much might have been saved? It is a peculiar sight to see the

4.7-inch fired. Many thought it would turn over, but Captain Percy Scott

appears to have well calculated the stresses; there is with a full

charge of cordite a slight rise of the fore end, which practically

relieves all the fastenings. Hastily put together, and crude as it

looks, it really embraces all the points of a scientific mounting, and

it wants a great expert to pronounce an opinion on it. The gun is

mounted so high that to the uninitiated it looks as if it must turn over

on firing, but it does not, and the higher angle of elevation the less

strain there is on it. The arrival of our guns practically put the Royal

Artillery guns out of use, for they can come into action 2000 yards

behind those supplied to the soldiers and then make better practice.

Their arrival has, every one admits, quite changed the situation.'

"Captain Scott has also rigged up a searchlight on a railway truck with

a flasher attachment, the idea being to use it for communication with

Kimberley and Ladysmith if these places are surrounded. It has been

tested at a distance of forty miles, and proved a great success. I am

told, too, that he is now engaged in designing a travelling carriage for

a 6-inch gun, and has, indeed, converted the _Terrible_ into a factory

for curiosities in gun-mountings.

"Each mounting, by the way, has an inscription upon it, presumably

concocted by the ship's painter. One, a parody upon the Scotch proverb,

runs, 'Those who sup with me will require a devil of a long spoon';

another, 'For what we are going to receive may the Lord make us truly

thankful--Oom Paul'; and a third, 'Lay me true and load me tight, the

Boers will soon be out of sight.' I saw one of these guns fired with an

elevation of 24 degrees and a range of 12,000 yards, and fully expected

to see the whole thing capsize, but it hardly moved. After the firing of

several rounds I carefully examined the mounting, and noticed that,

crude as it might appear, a wonderful amount of practical knowledge was

apparent in its construction; the strain was beautifully distributed,

every bolt and each balk bearing its proportionate share. It is in every

way creditable to the navy that when emergency arises such a thing could

be devised and made by the ship's engineering staff in twenty-four

hours."

While the brigade was pushing on to the front, General Joubert was

falling back, with a view to disputing the passage of the Tugela River.

He was believed to be concentrating three corps--one on Ladysmith, one

on the Tugela, and one to east of Maritzburg.

As the scene of the armoured train disaster was only about two miles

from Frere camp, several of the officers rode out to look at the

wreckage of the machine. The trucks were still lying on the line, a

most lamentable evidence of shock and collapse. One armoured truck was

off the metals, two unarmoured trucks were also overturned, one

containing the platelayers' tools standing on its head, wheels

uppermost, in a state of melancholy abandonment. All the trucks were

mute witnesses to the fierce fire to which the train and men had been

subjected. Shell-holes were here, there, and everywhere, and the iron

was ripped up and rent as though it had been matchwood. The spring of

one of the waggons had been blown into space, and the Naval gun which

was posted on one of the low-sided trucks must have gone with it, for no

trace of its existence remained. The method of derailing the train had

been simple. A railway metal had been arranged across the lines with

stones at the end to weigh it down and keep it from being pushed clear.

Besides this, fish-plates had been loosened, and stones put under the

rails. Round the scene still lay helmets and remnants of clothing, many

of these being blood-stained and ragged.

At Estcourt all was quiet. Farmers were returning to their homes and

provisions streaming in. Much satisfaction was displayed at the arrival

of some 500 cattle and sheep which the Boers had apparently looted and

left behind them.

With Lord Methuen's advance in the west and General Buller's arrival in

the east the campaign may be said to have begun in earnest. The Boer

programme in a fashion seemed to have collapsed; the support of the Cape

Dutch, on which it had relied, was not forthcoming. The idea of the

Republics was to consolidate themselves and capture Natal, while minor

forces were to blockade Mafeking, Vryburg, and Kimberley. This latter

place was to be the rallying-point of the Cape Dutch. But fortunately

the Cape Dutch did not see it. They did not rise to time and cut off all

the railway systems, and Lord Methuen in his part of the world was too

active in bringing up his advance to allow for the development of any

nefarious schemes which might have been on the tapis. In face of this

disappointment and this advance, the Boers had to gather themselves

together. They had no reserves to send down to the assistance of their

forces in the southern borders, and could only assist these by

withdrawing men from commandoes already in the field. As a natural

consequence, therefore, certain commandoes had to be withdrawn from

Mafeking and Kimberley. In Natal all watched the forward march of the

British with eager eyes. The Boers, hampered by a long train of waggons,

captured cattle, and miscellaneous loot, had been headed off at the only

point on the Tugela where a crossing, since the heavy rains, could be

effected. It seemed, therefore, that Fortune had twisted her wheel, and

that before long the prospects of South Africa would be brightened, and

the remembrances of eighteen years would be entirely sponged out.

Rumours were afloat, however, that the Boers were concentrating in their

old positions near Colenso at the back of Grobler's Kloof, and

everything pointed to the fact that a last determined effort would be

made to prevent the British from crossing the Tugela.

[Illustration: TELEGRAPH SECTION OF THE ROYAL ENGINEERS. PHOTO BY

ELLIOTT & FRY]

In spite of the success of our flying column in driving the foe back

across the river, there was cause for regret that the distance was too

great to allow of our bringing up guns and reinforcements in time to

save the bridge from destruction. But the distance from Frere to Colenso

was considerable, and roads were so heavy that the dragging of guns from

one place to the other would have meant a stiff day's work. There was

apparently no option, the Frere bridge being broken, but to let the

enemy destroy the Colenso bridge, invaluable as it was. It became very

evident that the enemy meant to fight tooth and nail, and that the

passage of the Tugela would be disputed inch by inch. However, none was

dismayed: all believed that when the great tug-of-war should come, they

would be equal, and more than equal, to the occasion. Indeed, now that

the forward movement of the troops had commenced, the camp was animated

by a wave of patriotic fervour. The men were literally on fire with

enthusiasm. They longed to press on and come to some distinct

turning-point in the history of the campaign.

A word must here be said of the splendid work done at this time by the

irregular mounted troops, about 700 in number. Their value in all manner

of ways was continually being demonstrated. This force was made up of a

troop of Natal Mounted Police under Captain Fairlie, the Imperial Light

Horse, Bethune's Horse, 60th Rifles Company of Thorneycroft's Mounted

Infantry, Mackenzie's Carabineers, and the 7th Battery of field-guns.

[Illustration: SERGEANTS OF THE ROYAL HORSE ARTILLERY WITH A 12-POUNDER.

Photo by Gregory & Co., London.]

The Boers were now energetically preparing a warm reception for General

Buller. Small parties were found in the neighbourhood of Chieveley, and

these were endeavouring to post their long-range guns in convenient

positions for the defence of the river. They were not destined to have

things entirely their own way, however, and were promptly engaged by the

Imperial Light Horse and forced to retire. This they did to the tune of

a tremendous explosion, which could be heard for miles off. It was

caused by the blowing up of the Colenso bridge, for the purpose of

impeding our possible advance. The iron bridge over the Tugela River had

previously been rendered a hopeless wreck. The number of Boers round

Colenso at this time was said to be about 15,000, with some 15 guns. At

Frere camp our troops numbered about 3500, and at Estcourt there were

about the same number, but reinforcements were expected.

SURPRISES AT LADYSMITH

At Ladysmith, St. Andrew's Day was duly kept by the Gordon Highlanders,

and Scottish compliments, appropriately seasoned with whisky--now

getting tragically scarce--were passed round. Sir George White dined

with the gallant regiment. Now that the town was in heliographic

communication with Sir Redvers Buller, and military intelligence was

received regarding the movements of the relieving force, there was a

general sense of security among those who had been incarcerated so long.

The Ladysmith force under General White's command amounted to a total of

some 12,500 troops, and these, could they once get free and join the

force, numbering about 20,000, at Sir Redvers Buller's disposal, would

have made a sensible difference on the fortunes of Natal. At this time

provisions were fairly moderate in price, meat being one shilling a

pound and bread fourpence a pound, but luxuries, liquors, &c., were

growing scarce. For instance, a tin of milk--the last in

Ladysmith--fetched three shillings, and eggs were purchasable for six

shillings a dozen. The military authorities had commandeered all

eatables, arranging that bread and meat should be sold at prices fixed

for all. The health of the troops was kept up by athletic exercises, and

the officers at times played polo. The bars at the hotels were closed,

but mineral waters were obtainable. Horses began to look lean, though

oats and mealies, bran and hay were forthcoming in sufficient quantity;

but of pasturage there was little. The Boers made great efforts to shoot

the cattle, thinking that though they might not storm the garrison they

might starve it to surrender. Very few newspapers were smuggled into

the town, and these were rapturously seized and devoured. Life was

monotonous and a little sickness began to be apparent, many of the cases

arising from using the muddy water of the river.

It was now discovered that the fashionable entertainment of the Dutch

ladies was to take special weekly trains from Pretoria for the purpose

of joining the Boers on the hills outside Ladysmith and inspecting the

unhappy town. The forces surrounding the place were commanded by

Schalk-Burger and Louis Botha, who doubtless, with Pretorian dames, were

the heroes of the hour.

On Sundays Divine Service took place in the Church of England, the

Congregational minister's house, and in the Convent, all these religious

devotions partaking of a particularly solemn and earnest character.

Every man stood, as it were, with his life in his hands before his God,

and week after week it was impossible to say which of the devout flock

might be missing, and have gone out into the invisible to solve the

_grana peut-etre_. There was a pathetic atmosphere surrounding these

religious meetings that none who joined in them will ever forget.

On the 8th of December a very brilliant operation took place at

Lombard's Kop. General Hunter, with a hundred picked men of the Imperial

Light Horse under Colonel Edwards (5th Dragoon Guards), and five hundred

Natal Carabineers under Colonel Royston, started from Ladysmith camp

about nine o'clock on the previous night. Four abreast they marched from

the outpost and faded in the gloom. The march lay across a stony, rugged

plain, through the scrub of mimosa bush and among dongas deep and

shallow. Close on the heels of Major Henderson and several of the Corps

of Guides the troops pressed on. About ten o'clock they reached the base

of the hill under Lombard's Kop, and there took up a position. While

still pitch dark--two o'clock in the morning--they began to advance on

their perilous enterprise, climbing up steep and slippery slopes, and

stumbling over boulders, and tripping on loosened stones. The stars

blinked, the sky seemed slumbering in one vast dream of blue. Stealthily

they moved with the footfalls of tigers stalking their prey. Not a word

was spoken. Scarcely a breath drawn.

Above, on the flat top of the hills, were the objects of British

desire--the Boer guns. A 6-inch Creusot, throwing a 94-lb. shell, and a

4.7-inch howitzer, firing a 40-lb. shot. More anxious than sweetheart

for the sight of his lady-love were these gallant fellows for the touch

of these treasures. Up they went, each outracing the other, straining

every nerve and muscle to gain the summit of the hill, to be first to

handle the prize!

At last, when about half the distance had been cleared, they were

challenged by the picket. "Wie gaat daar?"--"Who goes there?" he sang

out in alarm. It was a thrilling moment. To the challenge there could be

but one reply. That reply they gave. Shots rang out in the darkness.

There was now no more creeping. Tongues of flame darted from every side.

The troops pushed forward in the grey mysterious gloom to the ping of

bullets that whizzed in shoals swiftly past their ears. Major Henderson

dropped. More bullets rained down. A Guide fell wounded by cycle

bearing-balls shot from a rifle--so it was subsequently said. One

gallant fellow after another threw up his arms dying or dead. But still

the troops pressed on, Colonel Edwards in advance shouting them on to

victory. "Fix bayonets," he called with a voice of thunder, knowing

there were but four bayonets among the lot. "Give 'em cold steel,"

shouted some one else with delirious rapture, and the Carabineers and

Light Horse, with scarce a bayonet to their name, cheered and charged!

But the Boers delayed not to find out if there were steel or no steel.

They fled in dismay, leaving behind them their cherished guns. So swift

indeed was their flight, that hats, boots, letters, everything--were

scattered to the winds.

Thereupon Captain Fowke and Lieutenant Turner, R.E., with great skill

destroyed a 6-inch gun and a 4.7-inch howitzer with gun-cotton. They

also captured a Maxim. This magnificent piece of work, counting from the

moment the order to charge was given, was performed in three-quarters of

an hour, with the loss to our troops of only seven men. The conduct of

the Imperial Light Horse was superb, and Major Edwards was the first man

in the embrasure. The following is an account of the destruction of the

guns given by the war correspondent of the _Standard_:--

"In order to give the rest of the force time to complete its

work, Major Edwards, who was the first man to set foot on the

summit, led his men of the Imperial Light Horse to the far side

of the hill, and poured volleys in the direction of the Boer

retreat. Some of their vedettes could be seen hovering about,

but they were evidently too demoralised to approach us closely.

"Meanwhile, the Volunteers and Sappers were making a hurried

search for the big guns. For a moment the horrible thought

seized us that there might be no guns at all--that the enemy,

as has so often been the case of late, had somehow got wind of

the projected attack, and had removed the cannon to a safe

distance. But at last, to the delight of everybody, 'Long Tom'

itself was discovered, snugly ensconced behind a parapet of

sand-bags no less than 31 feet thick. A 4.7-inch howitzer was

found in an emplacement hardly less strong, with a Maxim gun

between the two--posted there, apparently, for the purpose of

repelling any such assault as the one we had actually

delivered.

"Lieutenant Turner, with a party of two sappers and six

artillerymen, at once took charge of 'Long Tom,' and, getting

to work with crowbars and hammers, smashed the breach and

elevating gear. Two charges of gun-cotton were then placed in

the breech and muzzle and connected with fuses. While 'Long

Tom' was thus being provided for, similar attentions were

bestowed on the howitzer by Captain Fowke and the other sappers

and gunners.

"The preparations being complete, General Hunter ordered the

men to make their way back down the hill, and the fuses were

set light to with the burning ends of the officers' cigars.

Everybody fell back, with the exception of Captain Fowke, who

remained midway between the big guns, and, after a couple of

minutes' suspense, a loud report showed that our object had

been accomplished. Captain Fowke hastened to examine the

_debris_, and found that the 6-inch gun had two gaping holes in

its muzzle, which was badly bulged, and that the breech and

rifling had been destroyed beyond all chance of repair. The

howitzer was in an even worse plight, the explosion having

wrecked the carriage as well as the gun."

The force under General Hunter was composed of a hundred men selected

from three squadrons of the Imperial Light Horse: Squadron B, Captain

Mullens; Squadron E, Captain Codrington; Squadron F, Captain Fowler;

Commanding Officer, Colonel A. H. M. Edwards, of the 5th Dragoon Guards,

with Major "Karri" Davis, and Captain Fitzgerald, Adjutant of the

Regiment. The second hundred men were chosen from the Natal Volunteers,

and were led by Major Addison. The flanking parties, under Colonel

Royston, were composed of Natal Mounted Rifles, under Major Evans;

Border Mounted Rifles, under Major Rethman; Carabineers, under Colonel

Greene; and Natal Mounted Police, under Inspector Clarke; Colonel

Royston in command. Major Henderson was in charge of the Guides. Our

casualties were nine wounded, one mortally.

A little later in the day a smart skirmish commenced between Colonel

Knox with one squadron of the 19th Hussars and the Boers on Pepworth

Hill. The enemy thinking that all the troops had been engaged, to their

discomfiture, near Lombard's Kop, arranged that they would seize the

opportunity to approach the town. Again they were somewhat surprised to

find Colonel Knox and his party in readiness for them. Some brisk

fighting ensued, but all was over by six o'clock, and the net result of

the morning's work was considered highly satisfactory. The voice of

"Long Tom" was completely silenced, and Ladysmith had got a Maxim to the

good. The Boer telegraph lines were cut and their kraals burnt. On the

whole, the troops were well pleased with themselves, and returned to

receive an enthusiastic reception from those within the town. The only

regret was that Major Henderson, D.A.A.G., 1st Argyll and Sutherland

Highlanders, should have been wounded in two places.

Probably this was the first time in the history of British arms that

guns have been stormed by Mounted Infantry, and the complete success of

the movement reflected the utmost credit, not only on the troops

themselves, but on Major-General Hunter, who so magnificently led the

assault. After the men returned to camp, General White had the

Volunteers, Light Horsemen, and other portions of the force paraded, and

addressed them as follows:--

"Colonel Royston, officers and men of the Natal Mounted

Volunteers, officers and men of the Imperial Light Horse, and

officers and men of the Imperial Forces,--I have heard the

details of last night's work from Major-General Hunter, who so

ably planned the undertaking and carried it out. He has asked

me to express to you his appreciation--and deep

appreciation--of the admirable manner in which you supported

him in it throughout. It is a great pleasure to me that I am

here, not only to acknowledge the fine work you did last night

and your valuable services, but also as I was longing for an

opportunity of acknowledging the value of your services since

this campaign commenced. I am glad to think that the very

important service rendered last night was got through with so

few casualties. It will be a great pleasure to me to report to

General Sir Redvers Buller, whom we all hope to see in a few

days, the good behaviour and great help we have had from the

Natal Volunteers, who, I may say without any inflated or

exaggerated language, are a credit, not only to their own

Colony, but to the Empire. We I daresay, have a lot of severe

fighting before us, and it is a great gratification to me to

know I have the help of such men as I see before me. I know you

had a bad night last night and are needing rest, but I thought

you would not, perhaps, mind my turning you out to tell you how

all the officers of this force appreciate your behaviour, and I

hope you will keep it up to the end. Colonel Royston, I won't

keep the parade any longer."

Hearty cheers were given for General White, Major-General Hunter, and

the Queen.

General White also addressed the Royal Engineers and Artillery, stating

that all praise was due to the officer in charge for the able manner in

which he had performed his duty, and to the men for the steadiness with

which they had assisted individually.

General White visited the I.L.H. camp, inspecting the corps on parade,

and expressed himself in similar terms to those used to the Volunteers.

Doubtless the success of the last midnight sortie roused a spirit of

emulation in the breast of the gallant besieged, for another daring

manoeuvre was secretly planned. It was decided that an effort should

now be made to destroy an inconveniently active 4.7-inch howitzer which

was posted on a height appropriately termed Surprise Hill. When the

shades of night began to fall, five companies of the Rifle Brigade, with

an Engineer detachment in charge of Lieutenant Digby Jones, R.E.,

started off from King's Post on their dangerous mission. The moon,

however, shone clear and white, throwing undesirable magnesian light

over their progress. It was a night for Hero and Leander, not for deeds

dark and deadly. For this reason they halted at the base of Observation

Hill until such time as it was possible to proceed in safety. Presently

the moon sank behind clouds and they moved on. At half-past one they

crossed the railway lines and commenced, stealthy as cats, to ascend

the hill. One company and a half was left on the right, and one company

and a half on the left flank. A half company was posted in a nullah near

the railway. The remainder of the force, led by Colonel Metcalfe,

deployed into line and ascended with steady, cautious step. The Boer

picket was evidently dozing, as the party was never challenged till the

British had almost reached the top of the hill. Then, with a sudden

surprised "Who goes there?" and a leap to arms, the enemy fired several

shots. Directly afterwards, the order to "Fix bayonets" was given. This

was followed by the click of steel and the rush of our men wildly

cheering--cheering till the midnight echoes rang with weird

reverberations. The crest of the hill was carried! The Boers, after

firing a few shots, had vanished into space.

After some moments of anxious search the gun--the object of the British

operations--was found. It was promptly surrounded, and the breech-block

and muzzle were destroyed with gun-cotton by Lieutenant Digby Jones,

R.E. The fuse unluckily declined at first to ignite, causing the delay

of some twenty minutes, during which interval the Boers, reinforced, had

swept back round the kopje and sandwiched themselves between the

attacking force as they retired down-hill and the reserves. The

confusion that ensued was lamentable, as the fighting line were forced

to cut their way through with the bayonet, but this with extreme

caution, as in the darkness it was difficult to distinguish between

friend and foe. The Boers cunningly enhanced the difficulty of the

position by passing themselves off as British, and repeating our cries

and orders, and calling "Is that the Rifle Brigade?" &c. On receiving an

answer they promptly fired, our reserve being unable to make return

owing to a fear of injuring our own force. The Boers' losses were great.

Our own were: Lieutenant Fergusson, 2nd Rifle Brigade, and ten rank and

file killed; Captain Paley, Second Lieutenant Davenport, Second

Lieutenant Bond, and forty rank and file wounded. Six men of the Rifle

Brigade who remained in charge of the wounded were taken prisoners.

Sir George White now continually used his balloon for purposes of

observation. He was also in communication with Frere Camp, where an

electric searchlight was in operation, and with Umkolanda, near Weenen,

where Captain Cayzer of the Dragoons worked the heliograph.

The garrison still remained cheerful although the Boer bombardment grew

heavier. Threatening sounds of firing in the neighbourhood of Colenso

caused them to sustain hope, though the pinch of siege life, suspense,

sickness, and shell-fire were beginning to be felt. However, owing to

the admirable forethought of Colonel Ward, Army Service Corps, the food

supply was still equal to the drain upon it.

FRERE CAMP

General Sir F. C. Clery arrived at Frere on the 2nd of December, and

assumed command of the Second Division. He took up his quarters at the

shattered house of the stationmaster. Preparations were set on foot to

repair Frere bridge, which had been entirely wrecked, and a mounted

force under Lord Dundonald was actively engaged in chasing large parties

of Boers on their return to Colenso. Great interest was caused by the

arrival in camp of another of the inventions of Captain Scott of the

_Terrible_. It consisted of a searchlight apparatus for signalling to

Ladysmith, with engine and dynamo, entirely armoured. Communication with

Ladysmith by heliograph was soon successfully established, much to the

consternation of the Boers at Colenso, who tried their best to interfere

with messages. The camp was daily increasing in size, and

reinforcements, with their baggage, horses, waggons, and guns, began to

pour in from Maritzburg, while the Durban Light Infantry and a battery

of Natal Field Artillery were posted to protect Estcourt, Willow Grange,

and Mooi River from raiders and attacks on lines and telegraph wires.

[Illustration: FROM FRERE TO CHIEVELEY--DIFFICULTIES OF TRANSPORT.

Drawing by R. Caton Woodville.]

The arrival of Generals Buller and Clery and the increasing

concentration of troops now began to presage an important and, it was

hoped, decisive movement. Visual communication was being held nightly

with General White, and a combined action seemed quite possible. It was

recognised, however, that the Boer position at Colenso could not be

taken by direct frontal attack, and that some arrangement to turn the

left of the enemy must simultaneously accompany a demonstration in

front. Mounted troops had now joined the British forces, and there was

every hope that the Dutchmen, once routed, could be pursued and kept on

the run. But so far the Boers were unconcerned; they seemed to be in

fine fettle, and even indulged in humour at the expense of the British

garrison. When the heliographers questioned the enemy, "Are you Boers?"

they replied, "Yes." They were then asked, "Where are you going?" and

bounced back, "To Maritzburg." "God help you," said we. "We think He

will," they devoutly replied. They also indulged in compliments of a

less righteous description, finishing up with the crude and scarcely

eloquent expression, "Go to h--ll." But, as a mild diversion, Boer

humour was accepted, for, in the routine of the soldier's existence, the

smallest mercies in the form of distraction were thankfully received.

Life just then, even for the officers, was not roseate--the messes had a

ubiquitous menu of bully beef and bread, and the mess-tents were made of

the tarpaulins of the big mule-waggons. Repose was a beautiful name. The

torture of sleeping on a valise on the ground for weeks at a stretch

was--so an officer declared--much the same as that produced by some beds

in Irish inns--after lying down for some hours, you have to get up and

take a rest!

Meanwhile, Provost-Marshal Major Chichester, at Frere Camp,

distinguished himself. On the 7th of December he started off with thirty

men of the Natal Carabineers and a few Mounted Police for the purpose of

arresting three colonists suspected of aiding the enemy. They left camp

for the Gourton district at about 5 A.M., and marched through the

country beneath the snow-capped Drakensberg Mountains some fifty miles.

There the landscape is picturesque and beautiful as any in Natal; but

their object was not to admire scenery, but to pursue traitors. At a

small farm they came upon the objects of their search. The miscreants

were promptly seized, together with their loot, some 150 head of cattle.

With these the party started to return, but were fired on by six Boers

from a neighbouring donga or ditch. Major Chichester then ordered

forward part of his troop with the prisoners in charge, while he and the

rest of his men held the enemy at bay. A brisk fusillade ensued, in

which five of the enemy's ponies were killed, and several of the Boers

were shot. The party returned to camp safely, after having accomplished

the object of their expedition in the space of twenty-three hours.

The trestle bridge at Frere was now completed, and trains began to run

over it. Frere Bridge, on the Natal Government Railway, some twenty

miles from Ladysmith, was, it may be remembered, the first to be blown

up by the Boers on their retreat from Estcourt to Colenso.

The following is a rough list of the force, under General Sir Redvers

Buller, Major-General Sir C. F. Clery, Major-General Hildyard, and

Major-General Barton, which was now advancing towards Ladysmith from

Durban by way of Pietermaritzburg, Mooi River, Estcourt, and Colenso:--

1st Border Regiment, 2nd Royal Dublin Fusiliers, 2nd West

Yorkshire, 2nd East Surrey, 2nd West Surrey, 2nd Devonshire,

1st Welsh Fusiliers, 2nd Scottish Rifles, 2nd Royal Fusiliers,

2nd Royal Scots Fusiliers, 2nd Royal Irish Fusiliers, 1st Royal

Dragoons, 1st Durham Light Infantry, 13th Hussars, 1st

Connaught Rangers, 1st Dublin Fusiliers, 1st Gordon

Highlanders, 1st Inniskilling Fusiliers, 2nd Somersetshire

Light Infantry, 3rd King's Royal Rifles, B Squadron 6th Dragoon

Guards, one Squadron Imperial Light Horse, Durban Light

Infantry, various Local Rifle Associations, Naval Detachments,

Volunteer Cavalry and Infantry, Uitlander Corps under Major

Thorneycroft, 7th, 14th, 64th, 66th, 73rd Field Batteries,

several Companies Royal Engineers, several Companies R.A.M.C.,

Field Hospitals.

Besides the arrival of incoming regiments, camp life at Frere was

enlivened by many minor episodes. Provost-Marshal Major Chichester paid

more surprise visits to Dutch farms whose owners were suspected of

aiding the enemy. Though looting was strictly forbidden, some of the

raiding parties returned with interesting souvenirs of their

expeditions--sometimes in the form of corpulent turkey, squeaking

sucking-pig, or other dainty with which to vary the monotony of camp

fare. Good-nature prevailed among the troops, and the health of the men

testified to the excellence of their feeding. Fair beef, occasional

mutton, and beer were available, and with these at hand and the enemy in

front, and shortly to be interviewed by heavy guns plus the bayonet,

"Tommy" was well content. Meanwhile, reinforcements continued to come up

from Maritzburg in all haste. The march from thence to Balgowan made the

first twenty-five miles. On to Nottingham Road made another ten. After a

halt they took another twelve miles stretch to Mooi River. To Estcourt

was twenty-four miles over fresh and verdurous country, and to Frere

Camp was another fifteen. The troops, as a rule, were on the move about

three in the morning, for it was now the Cape summer, and as much toil

as possible was accomplished before the sun was up. Striking tents,

loading waggons, feeding and watering horses, swallowing breakfast, took

place in twilight, and then they proceeded to saddle up and march.

Arrived at their destination, the troops off-saddled, attended to the

horses, pitched tents, and performed other camp duties. Rations

consisted of bread, tea, coffee, sometimes meat and potatoes. Water was

a luxury, and so little was wasted for external application that several

troopers offered to play the part of Othello without any make up. The

war kit of the men was somewhat of the Christmas-tree order. On them

were haversacks containing food, horse-brush, currycomb, and towel,

water-bottle, bandolier with fifty cartridges, waistbelt and gun

weighing ten pounds. Often as not they turned in to rest, if not exactly

thus equipped, at least booted and spurred, ready to be up and doing at

a moment's notice!

On the morning of the 14th of December the troops advanced from Frere to

Chieveley. Reveille was sounded at 3 A.M., and soon the camp was one

buzz of active life. In the warm glow of camp-fires tents were struck,

kits packed, horses fed and watered, and the men breakfasted. Four

regiments of infantry "fell in" and moved out from the camp, followed at

intervals by other arms. The procession measured some eight miles long,

and was composed of variegated objects, such as ambulance waggons

dragged by innumerable oxen, mule and donkey carts, the teams and guns

of six field-batteries, cavalry and infantry, and hale and hearty Jack

Tars, looking very ship-shape, square and determined, and joking as

though they were off to a ball. All were equally jovial, all confident

that the big move was begun, and a big and glorious ending was in

store.

The entire force encamped three miles from the Tuegla River to

north-west of Chieveley Station; the Infantry Brigades being on the

extreme front, while the Cavalry, Mounted Infantry, and Artillery were

nearer to Chieveley. Soon after this the Naval guns set to work to

search the intrenchments and positions of the enemy north of Colenso.

These guns, consisting of two 4.7-inch and four 12-pounders, were posted

some 3000 yards south of the Tugela, about three miles from Colenso

village, and facing what was afterwards discovered to be the Boers'

position. Their bark resounded over the kopjes for miles, throwing up

gigantic volcanic eruptions, which resembled mammoth mushrooms suddenly

springing to life. But beyond filling the hearts of hearers with awe,

they produced no result. The Boers were silent, so silent indeed that

some imagined that they had vacated their positions and that the passage

of the Tugela would after all be quite a frolicsome picnic, with

perchance a few crackers thrown in. All were deceived--even those well

acquainted with Boer tricks and duplicity--and all imagined that the

enemy had fallen back, possibly for the closer protection of Ladysmith.

But before going further, it is necessary to keep in touch with other

brave defenders of the Empire.

[Illustration: TYPES OF ARMS--4.7 NAVAL GUN ON CARRIAGE IMPROVISED BY

CAPT. PERCY SCOTT OF H.M.S. _Terrible_. PHOTO BY E. KENNARD, MARKET

HARBOROUGH]