The eventful day was now closing in, and everyone was glad to wrap
himself in his wet blanket and to forget hunger and thirst for a while
in sleep. Strong bodies of troops were thrown out as pickets, and the
men were under arms again at two in the morning, lest Theodore should
renew his attack before daybreak.
Then news was brought in that there was plenty of water to be had in a
ravine near at hand, and the Indian bheestees were sent down with the
water-skins, in company with soldiers with their canteens. But the
water was worse than any they had drunk before, for the place had been a
camp of Theodore's army. Numbers of animals, mules and cattle, had been
slaughtered there; the stench was abominable, and the water nearly as
much tainted as the atmosphere. Still, there was no help for it; all
had to drink the noxious fluid. After obtaining a little food, Henty
rode over to where he could leave his horse and go down into the ravine.
Here fatigue parties were engaged in the work of burial; and in plain
simple words Henty describes the scene as shocking--certainly his
picture is too dreadful to be dwelt upon.
In good time that morning there was a tremendous burst of cheering, for
two of the prisoners had come in with proposals from the king; and the
embassage reported that Theodore had returned after the battle to say to
them with a noble simplicity: "My people have been out to fight yours.
I thought I was a great man and knew how to fight. I find I know
nothing. My best soldiers have been killed; the rest are scattered. I
will give in. Go you into camp and make terms for me."
There was something almost Scriptural in the tone of resignation these
words breathed--words which invited the sympathy of all thinking men for
the conquered. But this feeling was deadened directly news arrived of
the horrors that had taken place in Magdala on the very day before the
arrival of the British. Theodore had ordered all the European captives
out to be witnesses of what he could do, and before their eyes he put to
death three hundred and forty prisoners, many of whom he had kept in
chains for years. These included men, women, and little children. They
were brought out and thrown upon the ground, with their heads fastened
down to their feet, and the brutal tyrant went among the helpless group
and slashed right and left until he had killed a score or so. Then,
growing tired, he called out his musketeers and ordered them to fire
upon the crowd, which they did until all were despatched, when their
bodies were thrown over a precipice. His usual modes of execution were
the very refinement of cruelty, the sufferers being tortured and then
left to die.
With this knowledge Sir Robert Napier declined to grant any conditions
whatever, demanding an instant surrender of the whole of the European
prisoners and of the fortress, promising only that the king and his
family should be honourably treated.
The two captives who had borne the king's message returned with this
answer, to come back in the afternoon with a message from Theodore
begging that better terms might be offered him; but the general felt
obliged to refuse, and the ambassadors departed once more amid the
sorrowful anticipations of the camp.
To the great joy of all, however, Mr Flad, one of the messengers, again
came to camp with the joyful news that all the captives would be with
them in an hour. This proved correct, and with the exception of Mrs
Flad and her children the whole of the captives were released.
Meanwhile the king was allowed till noon the next day to surrender
Magdala, otherwise the place would be stormed, and the making of
scaling-ladders was begun; long bamboo dhooly poles were utilised for
the sides, and handles of pickaxes for the rungs.
Within the next few days Mrs Flad and her children were brought into
camp, and several of the principal chiefs came in and showed that
Theodore's strength was crumbling away, for they declared their
willingness to surrender; but the king held out. The storming parties
were arranged, and the cavalry were sent out to cut off the tyrant's
retreat. Meanwhile a great exodus of the people was going on, the
fortress being cleared of the non-combatants.
During the attack which followed, while the garrison kept up a scattered
fire with bullets, none of which reached our troops, there were not
wanting signs to indicate the despair of the partly-forsaken monarch.
Driven frantic by his position, the wretched man could be plainly seen
galloping about with some half a dozen of his chiefs in a sort of
aimless frenzy.
At last the storming party advanced, the defenders of the gate were
cleared away after a feeble defence, and the fighting was over, with no
killed on the British side and only fifteen wounded. The remaining
inhabitants, rejoicing that the days of the tyranny were over, crowded
out to offer the conquerors refreshing drink, while Theodore was
discovered lying dead.
Henty's task was done, and not choosing to wait for the slow return of
the troops, he, together with three others, making with the ten
servants, syces and mule-drivers, a formidable and well-armed little
company, started on the way down. It was a bold undertaking,
nevertheless, for they had to pass through a disturbed country where
convoys were being constantly attacked and muleteers murdered, and where
scarcely a day passed without outrages being committed by the Gallas,
the inhabitants of Northern Abyssinia, who were always upon plunder
bent.
Their servants were all armed with spears, the baggage mules were kept
in close file, and Henty and another rode in front, the two others in
the rear, with cocked rifles and revolvers ready to hand. Owing to
their state of preparedness, and the fierce look of the well-armed
English leader, though they passed a party or two of sixty of the
Gallas, equipped with spears and shields, and a desire to use the former
if they had the chance, these rogues sneaked off among the bushes, and
the war correspondent and his colleagues reached the depot and port in
peace. But not entirely, for, to use Henty's own words, "When coming
down country from the Abyssinian business the Gallas stopped us on one
occasion and proposed to loot the entire caravan, but I was able to
half-choke the life out of the gentleman who tackled me personally." In
fact, the party had ample opportunity of realising the risk and danger
to which a war correspondent is exposed.