CHAPTER VIII.

WHITE'S INCAPACITY.

Our investment circle was thirty-six miles in length, and at the time

the Battle of Colenso was fought, was held by not more than 4,000 men.

From Ladysmith to Colenso is about fifteen miles by the main road. By

Colenso was General Buller with his army 35,000 strong. In Ladysmith

was General White with his army 12,000 strong. Between these two armies

was General Botha with his army less than 6,000 strong, including the

investment forces south of Ladysmith. General Botha had, all told, ten

guns. The two British forces had 150 guns. If, when Buller attacked

at Colenso, December 15th, White had moved out with his whole forces

to the south and attacked at the same time, the Boers would have been

swamped in a few hours, and most of them would have been captured, for

there was no way out of it except by Ladysmith, and, besides, they

would have lost all their guns. On January 24th, the same conditions

prevailed, except that there were no mountains between Ladysmith and

Spion Kop, and the intervening distance was about eighteen miles.

Spion Kop is plainly visible from all parts around Ladysmith. The Boer

force on the west side of Ladysmith was less than 1,000 strong. Had

General White moved out with his entire force and fifty guns, he could

have marched to Spion Kop almost without interruption. What did he do

on both occasions when he should have been up and doing, if he wished

to join Buller, see Ladysmith relieved, and the Boer forces captured

and destroyed? Why, he and his 12,000 men simply lay in their holes

and silently prayed for Buller's success. When all the conditions are

considered, it must be plain to the most simple minded that General

White deserved to be forever buried in utter disgrace, but, instead, he

was congratulated, promoted and dined by his queen for his gallantry

and success in nearly starving to death some 15,000 soldiers, women and

children in Ladysmith. On both of these memorable days the Boers around

Ladysmith were all on needles and pins, for they fully expected White

and his army to move out, and they knew that if he did it would be

impossible for them to prevent a union with Buller, and the consequent

destruction of the Boer forces in Natal.

While General Botha was fighting the Battles of Colenso and Spion Kop,

Commandant-General Joubert remained at his headquarters by Ladysmith,

and on the first of these occasions I remember hearing him say: "No,

General White will not make any attempt to unite with General Buller,

because he has been defeated so often, that both he and his men are

thoroughly cowed and will be satisfied to remain concealed, and

fervently hope for Buller's success." As it turned out, he proved to be

perfectly correct in his surmises.

About ten days after Spion Kop, February 5th, another attempt was

made to break through our lines at Vaal Krantz, by about 3,500 men

and several batteries. To oppose these was General Viljoen with less

than 100 men. An exciting, hot fight ensued, and, wonderful to say,

the English forces retired, recrossed the river, and made no further

attempt to accomplish anything in the vicinity of Spion Kop. During the

fight General Viljoen with two or three men took a desperate chance to

save a pom-pom from capture. Under a terrific rifle fire, they hauled

the pom-pom across a long flat, and then turned it on the English with

great effect. Neither he, nor his men, nor any of the horses were

touched, yet all passed through a perfect shower of bullets. In this

fight at Vaal Krantz, the Irish Brigade lost three of its bravest,

noblest and most patriotic men: Pat Fahey, Mat Brennen and Jim Lasso.

They fell as the most advanced men, and they will ever be remembered

most affectionately by the Irish boys.

[Illustration: GENERAL BEN VILJOEN]

Now I come to the final struggle at Ladysmith, when that awful

hole was relieved, and the Boer forces retreated to the Biggarsberg

Mountains, eighteen miles back on the road to Dundee.

To meet Buller, General Botha withdrew all his forces from Spion Kop

and vicinity, and put them in their old positions in front of Colenso.

As to whether General Buller really discovered that Langwani Hill was

the key to our positions, or tumbled on to it by accident, I do not

know, but, certain it was, that he was intent on getting possession

of this hill, by making a flank attack on our extreme left. Langwani

Hill was on Buller's side of the river, and once our left was turned,

we could no longer hold it. It was not till February 18th that General

Buller brought fifteen or sixteen batteries to play upon the Boer

positions. It would prove tedious to describe the ten days of terrible

fighting that preceded the relief of Ladysmith; so I will simply speak

of it in a general way.

Buller finally succeeded in turning the Boers' left, and so Langwani

Hill was abandoned, but not until the English had suffered severely.

At Pieters Hill, Groblers Kloof, and the neighboring hills where the

Boers were well placed by General Botha, the hardest fighting took

place. In the struggle to force the Boers from their positions, the

English were driven back repeatedly to the river, although their

numbers were about twenty-five to one against ours. Their dead and

wounded ran well into the hundreds at each attempt, and on two or

three occasions were allowed to remain as they had fallen on the open

veld, during the whole night, to suffer and die. The English have

little or no regard for their dead and wounded, as I will in time to

come show. In all these advances the English shells were constantly

bursting among their own men and were directly responsible for many of

their own dead and wounded. Three Irish regiments were always placed in

front, and these were supported by English regiments who kept safely

in the background. As on previous occasions, some Irish regiments had

surrendered after making a slight resistance. I believe, and hundreds

of others believe, that the English deliberately and intentionally made

the "mistake" of firing their shells into the Irish regiments, to drive

them on and force them to take the entrenched positions from the Boers.

This was not the first time, nor was it the last time that they made

a mistake of this kind, and in every case it was the Irish who were

chosen to suffer. Twice during these first five days of fighting, the

good General Botha had granted an armistice to Buller to be used in

caring for his dead and wounded, but these were wofully neglected and

advantage taken to make better dispositions of his troops.

It is just as much of a latter-day Englishman's nature to be

treacherous as it is for an American Indian to be suspicious. Every

repulse was followed on the next day by another advance. The heavy

lyddite shells kept continually pounding the hills, tearing off their

very tops and filling the air with smoke and stones; yet the brave

Boers remained unmoved in their positions, and kept up their deadly

fire on the advancing Irish regiments. Each day's work was practically

a repetition of the preceding one, until the 27th of February, when

there was a great change. The Boers had now lain in the mud and water

that half filled their trenches and, without relief and without

food, fought incessantly for ten days till, being weary and worn and

completely exhausted, they reluctantly left their positions and began

their retreat.

The famous Krugersdorp Commando under Kemp held Pieter's Hill to the

very last moment, and no one about Ladysmith, be he Boer or English,

will ever forget the wonderful stand made by those 400 patriots against

Buller's whole army and 100 guns. It is perfectly certain that every

man of them accounted for at least one Tommie before the final retreat.

On the 28th, Ladysmith was relieved, and the Boers went back to the

Biggarsberg Mountains. General White in Ladysmith could plainly see

a line of wagons fifteen miles long, yet he made no move to delay or

capture them. Worn out and exhausted as the Boers really were, I do not

believe that Buller would have been successful in relieving Ladysmith

had they not received the report of General Cronje's surrender at

Paardeberg on the 27th. This news was deeply felt, and it so thoroughly

discouraged the Boers that they lost heart and left positions without

orders, which they could have easily continued to hold. To relieve

General White and his 12,000 skeletons, General Buller had exploded

hundreds of tons of Mr. Chamberlain's lyddite and lost as many men

as he succeeded in relieving. Mr. Chamberlain was a big winner, the

English heavy losers, and the Tugela Valley is now renowned as an Irish

graveyard. A few more wars like the South African would settle all of

Ireland's many troubles, because the Irish would all be laid under the

sod. How strange it is that a people who have fought against England's

tyranny for centuries to secure their freedom, and are still fighting

for the same end, will voluntarily join with their old and detested

oppressor to deprive another people of their liberty, knowing, too, as

they must, that in every instance they weaken themselves and strengthen

their old enemy.

Yet, this is exactly what the Irish have done, and I have no sympathy

for those who are to-day sleeping in the Tugela Valley as a result of

their own voluntary acts.

During a terrific rain storm on the night of the 27th, and in the very

eyes of Buller's army on one side and White's on the other, our Irish

boys were the chief instruments in pulling down Long Tom from the top

of Bulwana Kop. It was fearful and exasperating work, and it was not

until two o'clock in the morning that our large gun safely landed at

the foot of the kop and started on its way to Elandslaagte. General

Botha was near at hand with some 300 or 400 men, but he could have

offered little or no resistance had an attempt been made to capture the

gun.

Our hundreds of wagons, with all our cannon and maxims, were hauled

through heavy mud and across an open flat for twenty miles, and safely

landed in the Biggarsberg Mountains, and that, too, in the very

presence and before the eyes of an English army of 45,000 trained

officers and men, who never moved an inch in our direction.

Quite a cavalry force came out of Ladysmith, but when a few of the

Irish boys opened fire on them, they all turned and fled back to town.

The English should have captured all our wagons and cannon, and would

have done it, too, had they known anything about their business.

Buller and White together could have easily trained 150 cannon on us

and forced us to abandon everything, but they seemed satisfied to stop

just where they were, and, no doubt, congratulated themselves that the

Boers had escaped without doing them further damage. Some time before

the relief of Ladysmith, the Free State Commandos had left and gone to

meet Lord Roberts, who was advancing towards Bloemfontein; so it was

only the Transvaal Commandos who took up positions in the Biggarsberg

Mountain passes. As the English had a big force on the Tugela River,

about eighteen miles in front of Helpmakaar, the Irish Brigade was

ordered to go to Helpmakaar and hold them back. Should the English get

hold of this place, our positions in the Biggarsberg would no longer be

tenable, for the line of retreat to Laing's Nek would then be seriously

threatened. We found the Piet Retief Commando there, but about four

miles behind the position it should have occupied. We learned, on

questioning the officers, that it was too dangerous a place for Piet

Retief men, and they would not risk a stand there. We then went and had

a look for ourselves, and we decided that 200 men in the position could

easily prove a match for any 5000 Englishmen who might come, so we were

satisfied to try our luck. It was the strongest position for defence

that I had yet seen, for it was impossible to flank it; and to take it,

the attacking force had to come along one road, and the distance from

the foot of this steep mountain to the top was at least two miles. The

English knew that position and that mountain, and never made any effort

to take it during our month's residence there.

In the month of April, I received word from Pretoria that about 1,000

Irish and Irish-Americans had arrived at Delagoa Bay, on their way to

join my brigade. I was in great glee on receiving this long expected

news, and lost no time in going to Pretoria, not only to meet them,

but to prepare for them a red hot time with the English. I arranged

with the President and Executive Council, to recall the brigade from

Helpmakaar, bring it to Elandsfontein, where I would join it with

something like a thousand Irish-Americans, and all proceed to Fourteen

Streams, where I knew there would be some interesting fighting. Having

done this, I at once took the train to Middleburg where I would meet

the good boys from free America. I was thoroughly convinced that the

Irish and Irish-Americans were intent on doing something good for

down-trodden Ireland by proving that England's difficulty was Ireland's

opportunity. My hopes were high, and all sort of plans and schemes were

passing through my mind when the steam whistle announced that I was in

Middleburg. Here I found that the long expected boys would arrive on

the following morning. The whole town learned of their coming, and all

turned out to greet them. Finally came what I at first supposed to be

the advance guard, the American Ambulance Corps of fifty-eight men from

Chicago and Massachusetts. They were warmly received with the shouts

and hurrahs of the assembled multitude. When I found time to breathe

I asked when the fighters would arrive. The answer was "We are the

fighters! No more coming that we know off." Now I felt so thoroughly

disappointed that I made up my mind to drop dead on the spot, but was

saved from such a terrible ordeal by the idea suddenly occurring to me

that possibly others would soon follow. I long lived in hope, but only

to be disappointed in the end, for no more ever came.

Later on I will give the reasons, for I have since learned just what

the trouble was. I was genuinely glad to see the Irish boys, and from

them learned that it was through the efforts of my trusted old Arizona

friend, Colonel John F. Finerty, of Chicago, and my new and most highly

esteemed friend, Patrick J. Judge, of Holyoke, Mass., that sufficient

money was raised by private subscriptions to equip thoroughly the

Ambulance Corps of fifty-eight men and land them in the Transvaal.

It was not the fault of those two patriotic Irishmen that 100,000

Irish and Irish-Americans were not sent to South Africa to assist that

little handful of Boer patriots in their struggle with the mighty

British Empire for liberty and independence. In due time I will put

the fault just where it belongs. The Boers had enough ambulance corps,

so the Chicago and Massachusetts boys removed their red cross chevrons

and, after being well equipped, as fighting men, we all went to

Johannesburg to join the boys of the old brigade who had just arrived

from Helpmakaar. Having met, what a rollicking, joyful good time all

these jolly Irish boys had!

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