THE FIRST BATTLE
All in the little camp, save the two sentries, slept soundly until, at
two in the morning, they awoke with a sudden start. A deep boom and a
strange rushing sound was in their ears. With exclamations of surprise
they all scrambled out of their tents.
"What is that?" Chris asked the sentry.
"It is a big gun on the top of that high hill they call Talana. We saw
the flash of light, and directly after heard the report, and a rushing
sound. I suppose it was a shot overhead; if it had been a shell we
should have heard it burst and seen the flash. It must have been fired
at the camp."
The horses, startled by the report, were plunging and kicking, and the
lads at once ran to their heads and patted and soothed them. Not until
they were quiet did they gather again.
"What time is it?" Chris asked.
"The clock on the church struck two a few minutes ago," Brown, who was
on sentry, said. As he spoke another gun boomed from Talana, or as it
was generally called in the town, Smith's Hill, from a farm owned by a
settler of that name at its foot. It was about a mile and a half east
of the town, and therefore some three miles from the camp.
"It must be a very heavy gun by its sound--as big as the largest of
those we have heard fired from that fort above Johannesburg. Joubert
must have started from Newcastle early to have managed to get it up
there by this time, or it may be the force from Utrecht; anyhow, they
must be strong to venture to attack us in this way. We may as well
saddle up, though it is hardly likely the cavalry will be engaged. I
shall not send to camp for orders; the general will have enough to
think about, and it will make no matter where twenty men place
themselves. However, I shall ride over to camp and see what is going on
there; it is likely enough that there will be an attack by the Free
Staters on the other side. Carmichael and Horrocks, do you run into the
town and see what is going on there. I will not start till you get
back; if any of the staff see me they may ask some questions about it."
In a quarter of an hour the two lads returned. The people there were
completely scared at the unexpected attack, and the streets were full
of half-dressed men; however, they seemed to be getting over their
first terror, now that they found it was the camp and not the town that
was being fired at, and the volunteer corps was already gathering in
readiness for orders.
"We may be pretty sure that nothing will be done till daylight," Chris
said. "Our men know the ground now, and none of the Transvaal Boers can
do so, and I don't think they will venture to move till they can see
their way about. I am glad, indeed, that most of the women and children
were sent off two days ago, and that the scare on the evening that we
arrived, when the news came of the railway being cut at Elandslaagte,
sent the greater part of the men who had remained behind, and who did
not mean fighting, off by road. If they bombard the town they may do
damage to property, but there will be no great loss of life. You had
better give the horses a feed--that is, if they are disposed to eat at
this hour--while I am away."
On reaching the camp, Chris found all the troops under arms. They had
been roused before the Boer fire began, as a picket to the east of
Dundee had been attacked and driven in. It was not, however, supposed
that the Boers were in force until their guns opened fire. All lights
were out in the camp, and the enemy's shot had gone wide. It was by no
means clear why the Boers should have betrayed their presence on the
top of the hill until it was light enough for them to use their guns
with effect. Chris had, before starting, put on his flat cap.
As he approached the camp he was challenged by a sentry: "Who comes
there?" and on his replying, "An officer of the Maritzburg Scouts," the
sentry called out: "Advance, officer of the Maritz Scouts, and give the
countersign."
Fortunately, as it happened, the officer had given it to Chris on his
visit to their camp, and he therefore answered at once, "Ladysmith,"
and was relieved when the sentry called out, "Ladysmith pass, and all
is well."
When he entered the camp he found the men were standing in lines, but
at ease, with their rifles piled in front of them, and there was a hum
of conversation in the ranks. At the head-quarter tents everybody was
astir. Presently an officer came up.
"Who are you?" he asked as he advanced.
"I am in command of the party of Maritzburg Scouts."
"Mr. King, is it not?" the officer asked.
"Yes, sir. I have ridden in to ask if there are any orders."
"No, and there will be none issued until it is daylight, and we can
make out how matters stand and what is the force of the Boers. It is
not likely that you will have any special orders, but can act with the
cavalry and mounted infantry."
"Thank you, sir. Then I will ride back at once." On returning to camp,
he said: "There is nothing to be done till morning. So far they have no
idea of the force of the Boers. This is just the work we were formed
for. Peters, you and Field and Horrocks certainly speak Dutch better
than any of the others. It is half-past two now, and we have at least
two and a half hours of darkness, therefore I propose we try to find
out what force the Boers have got up there. It is no use for more than
four of us to go, so the others can turn in, except the two sentries;
but all will, of course, be ready to mount in case any party of Boers
should come down upon the town before it is light. The next time I want
three men on special duty I will give others a chance."
"Shall we ride, Chris?"
"I think so. Of course it will be more difficult getting up there in
the dark; but I shall make a detour of three or four miles, and come up
on the other side, and we should be much more likely to be questioned
if we were on foot than on horseback. Should we come upon any party of
armed Boers, remember we have just arrived from Standerton, and finding
when we got to Newcastle that the force had moved on, and were to take
up their station at Talana Hill, we rode on to overtake them. When we
get fairly there among them, we will dismount; Field and Peters will
stand by the four horses, Horrocks and I will go on. If you hear a row,
you will mount and wait a minute or two, and then if we do not come,
you will ride off with our horses as well as your own. We shall try and
make our way to the edge of the hill, and ought to be able to slip away
in the darkness if we can get there before we are shot down or
overtaken. However, I don't think there is much chance of our being
recognized. Indeed, I expect most of them will be lying down for a
sleep before the time comes for action. If there is one thing a Boer
hates it is being kept awake at night. I will take one of the Kaffir
boys with us. They can see in the dark a great deal better than we can;
and as the Boers are sure to have some natives with them, he is quite
as likely to pick up news as we are--more so, perhaps, for the natives
will sit and talk all night while their masters are snoring. I think
the one we call Jack is the sharpest."
Jack was called up, and on being told what was required, at once agreed
to accompany them.
No time was lost. Chris and his three companions mounted, and with the
Kaffir running alongside they set off at a trot. Keeping to the north
of east, they rode on for some two miles, Jack leading the way with as
much ease as if it had been daylight. When they had, as they
calculated, come upon the ground the Boers must have passed over, they
turned south, and kept on until they saw the dark mass of Talana on
their right, and made towards it. On this side the hill sloped
gradually, while on that facing Dundee it was extremely steep and
strewn with boulders. They were now going at a walk, and they soon came
upon an immense gathering of waggons, carts, oxen and ponies, crowded
without any order, just as they had arrived two hours before. "There is
no fear of our being detected," Chris said in a whisper, "and we can't
do better than stop here. There is no getting the horses through this
crowd, and if we did manage to do so there would be no getting them
back, certainly not in a hurry. You had better lie down beside them, it
is not likely that any Boers will be coming up or down. If the whole
camp is like this there is not the slightest fear of our getting
caught." Jack had already been instructed that when he got into the
camp he was to leave them and join any party of Kaffirs he found awake,
and talk to them as if he were one of the bullock drivers. As Chris and
his companions returned, the former would blow his whistle softly, and
he was then to make his way down to the horses at once.
Passing on unquestioned they neared the top of the hill, having left
the mass of the vehicles behind them. There were, however, large
numbers of ponies assembled here in readiness should their masters
require them. Hitherto they had heard no voices since entering the
camp, but as they went farther they heard talking. Here the fighting
men were assembled. For the most part they were lying down; some were
asleep; others, however, were moving about, and joining or leaving
groups gathered together discussing the events of the next day.
Horrocks and Chris now separated and joined different parties, some
twenty yards from each other. They attracted no attention whatever.
Their appearance in their broad hats and rough clothing, their
bandoliers and rifles, was precisely similar to that of the men
standing about.
No doubt whatever that the morning would bring them a brilliant
victory, appeared to be entertained by the enemy. The artillery would
first crush that of the British, then they would charge down and finish
the affair. "They say that they have less than four thousand
altogether," one said. "We are as many, and, as everyone knows, one
Boer is a match for any three rooineks. It will not be a fight, it will
be slaughter. We shall stop a day to gather the plunder and send it off
in the waggons, then we shall go south and destroy the force at
Ladysmith. Three days later we shall be in Maritzburg, and within three
or four days afterwards shall drive the British on board their ships at
Durban. We shall get grand plunder there and at Maritzburg. But I think
it is time now to take a hand at building up that wall along the front.
Ebers' commando have been at it for three hours, and it is our turn
now."
[Illustration: CHRIS AND HIS COMPANIONS SCOUTING.]
There was a general movement, which was accelerated by a sharp order,
and a minute later Horrocks and Chris again came together and moved on
with the others. Three hundred yards farther they came upon six guns,
beyond which a number of men were at work carrying and placing great
stones to form a rough wall. These left off their work as soon as the
party arrived. Having now seen all that was necessary, the two lads
joined them and returned with them down the hill. The others threw
themselves down near their horses, but Chris and his companion went on.
Through the huge gathering of waggons they made their way with great
difficulty, Chris giving a low whistle occasionally. At last they were
through the camp. Jack was standing by the horses, and Peters and Field
at once rose to their feet. Without a word they mounted, and rode
without speaking till they were some little distance from the waggons.
"You are back earlier than I expected," Field said. "You have been gone
scarcely an hour."
"No; the only difficulty we had was making our way through the mass of
waggons and animals all mixed up higgledy-piggledy, and there has been
no more excitement than if we had been walking through Dundee. We have
got all we wanted to know. Their strength is about four thousand. They
have six guns. They are building a stone wall along the brow of the
hill, and they are cock-sure that they are going to thrash us without
difficulty." Field and Peters laughed.
"They are fools to count their chickens before they are hatched," the
latter said. "If they think it is going to be another Laing's Nek
business they will find themselves mightily mistaken, though it will be
a very difficult business to scale that hill from the other side under
such a rifle fire as they will keep up."
Jack had now taken his place ahead of them again, and kept there with
ease, although, they broke into a canter as soon as they reached the
level ground. In half an hour they reached their camp.
"Now, Jack," Chris said when he had dismounted, "we have not heard what
news you have picked up."
"Not much news, baas. Talk with some Kaffirs; all hope that we beat
them to-day, but think we cannot do so. Too many Boers and big guns.
They say Boers very angry because the other commandos not here, and
Free State Boers not arrived. They sure going to beat the rooineks, but
are afraid that some may get away. If Joubert and Free Staters here,
catch them in a trap and kill them all."
Such was the substance of Jack's answer in his own language. By this
time the rest of the party had turned out to hear the news. They had
had but little sleep, for all were intensely anxious as to the fate of
their four comrades, and although delighted that they had returned
safely, were a little disappointed on finding that the affair had been
so tame and unexciting. While they were talking the two Kaffirs had
stirred up the fire, put some wood and some coal on, and hung up the
kettle.
"That is right, Jack," Chris said; "day will begin to break in half an
hour, and we may have to be moving." All was quiet until half-past
five, and the lads had just finished their meal when the Boer guns
opened fire, and two or three minutes later those of the British
replied.
"It is an uncomfortable feeling sitting here with that terrific roaring
noise overhead," Chris said. "One knows that there is not the slightest
risk of being hit, but, to say the least of it, it is very unpleasant.
There, a shell has just burst over the camp. So it is shell that they
are firing."
Indeed, the Boers had been using these missiles only, but owing to some
fault in the loading, or the badness of the fuses, they fell for the
most part without bursting. It was soon evident to the lads that the
range of the British guns was shorter than that of the heavier pieces
from Talana. The distance was five thousand yards, and the elevated
position of the Boer guns added to the advantage given by their
superior weight.
"I will ride in now," Chris said as he got up from breakfast, "and tell
the staff what we have gathered as to the Boers' strength." He had on
his way down the hill exchanged his hat for his forage-cap, and taking
Horrocks with him he galloped to the camp. Sir Penn Symons was standing
on a small elevation watching the fire. Chris rode up and saluted.
"I have no orders for you, Mr. King, except that when the fighting is
over you will join the cavalry in pursuit."
"Thank you, sir; I have not come for orders, but to report to you that
with Mr. Horrocks and two others, and one of our Kaffir servants, I
entered the Boer camp last night in order to ascertain their strength."
"You did!" the general exclaimed in surprise. "You hear that,
gentlemen?" he said, turning round to three or four of his staff
standing but a short distance behind him. "Mr. King and three of his
party absolutely entered the Boer camp last night to discover their
force. Well, sir, what was the result?"
"There are about four thousand of them, sir, over rather than under,
and they have six guns, all of heavy calibre. When I was there they
were at work building a thick wall some five feet high of rough stones
along the edge of the hill. It will scarcely shelter the guns, but it
will provide cover for the riflemen at the edge of the hill. There is
an immense gathering of waggons and carts--there are certainly not less
than a thousand of them--in a confused mass behind the hill. Arriving
in the dark, each seems to have gone on until it could get no farther.
The fighting men are all on the top of the hill, and between them and
the waggons are their ponies. They certainly could not ride away till
the waggons have been passed through, but possibly a passage may have
been left on each side of these for them to get through, in order, as
is their intention, to charge your army when their guns have silenced
your artillery. I gathered that expected commandos had not come up.
They were disappointed at hearing nothing of the Free Staters, who they
expected would have attacked Glencoe from the other side. They are
absolutely confident of success, and expect to overwhelm General White
at Ladysmith in three days from now, and to be in Pietermaritzburg in a
week, and are talking of driving the last rooinek on board the ships at
Durban shortly after."
The general smiled. "I am much obliged to you for your information, Mr.
King, and am much pleased at the courage with which you and your
companions entered the Boer camp to obtain it. It is satisfactory to
learn that their force is not much greater than our own. It is also
useful to know that their ponies are gathered so close to them, for
shells that go over the hill may burst among them; and I believe that
one of the Boers' most vulnerable points is their horses, for without
them they would feel absolutely lost. I am sure, Mr. King, that you
would wish to be in the thick of the fighting, but I would rather that
you curbed your impetuosity, for after the manner in which you obtained
this news for me, I can see that your party will do far greater service
in scouting and in gaining intelligence than they could afford in
action. I should advise you to shift your camp, as the troops are about
to advance into the town, and the enemy's shot will soon be falling
there."
A few minutes later two field batteries moved forward and took up their
position south of Dundee, escorted by the mounted infantry and the
rifles. The third battalion of the Lancashire regiment remained to
protect the camp should it be attacked by the Free Staters, while the
Dublin Fusiliers and the Royal Irish Fusiliers were to march through
the town to a donga or river-bed half a mile to the east. Beyond this
the long ascent to Talana begins. The King's Royal Rifles were to take
up a position under cover to the east of the town.
Chris had ridden back fast to Dundee. The work of taking down the tents
and packing their materials and all the stores on to the spare horses
took but a few minutes, and two of the lads went with the two natives
and saw the horses safely placed in a sharp depression half a mile
away, in which they would be safe from Boer shells. Chris had told his
companions what the general had said. They all looked disappointed.
"We shall have plenty of opportunities afterwards, and it is a
compliment that he considers we had better reserve ourselves for
scouting, which, after all, is the work we always intended to carry
out. Still, though, after what he has said, we cannot absolutely join
the cavalry, we will manage somehow to see some of the fighting without
getting into the thick of it. Besides, I should say that in any case
the whole brunt of the affair must fall upon the infantry and
artillery. If they silence the Boer guns and capture the hill, the
battle is won, and the cavalry will have to wait for their chance till
they can get the Boers to fight on ground where they can act."
Drizzling rain had now set in, but this and the fact that they had
started without breakfast in no way abated the spirits of the troops
who soon came along, marching with light step and eager faces which
showed that they were delighted at the prospect of action. The
batteries to the right had already come into play, and a vigorous
cannonade was being directed at the crest of the hill, from which the
Boer guns kept up a slower though steady fire in return.
"While nothing else is doing we may just as well ride over and see how
things are getting on there," Chris said. And as soon as the two Irish
regiments had passed, the little troop trotted across to the rising
ground and dismounted a few hundred yards from the guns. They soon saw
with satisfaction that the fire of the Boers was far from effective,
their aim was not good, and a very small proportion of the shells
burst; while on the other hand the shrapnel from the British batteries
burst with splendid accuracy over the crest of the hill. For two hours
the artillery duel continued, then the Boer guns gradually ceased their
fire. The mist that had partly shrouded the summit of Talana, eight
hundred feet above the plain, and the smoke that still hung thickly
there, rendered it impossible to say whether they had all been put out
of action or simply withdrawn, but when it cleared off they could no
longer be seen. It was now the turn of the infantry. Beyond the donga
in which they were lying the rise of the ground was gradual, up to a
plantation which surrounded Smith's farm. Beyond this the ground was
rocky. The men advanced at the double in open order, and the moment
they were seen by the Boers a continuous fire of musketry was opened.
The distance was about a mile, but the Mauser rifles had a much greater
range than this and the bullets pattered thickly on the ground. Only
four men, however, fell. The two regiments halted in the plantation and
farm buildings, and the advanced line at the edge of the trees opened
fire in answer to that to which they were exposed. The general at first
had taken up his position with the guns, but as soon as the men
advanced from the donga he joined them and accompanied them as far as
the plantation. Then he returned to the battery, which continued its
fire with greater activity to prepare the way for the further advance
of the infantry.
The Rifles had joined the two Irish regiments, and at half-past nine
General Symons galloped up to the farm and gave the order for the
advance. This was received with a cheer by the men, who had been
impatiently awaiting it. Scarcely had the cheer died away when the
general was mortally wounded by a bullet that struck him in the
stomach. Unconscious that the wound was so severe he retained his seat
a minute or two, and was then carried by the Indian bearer company into
the town. The troops, ignorant of the misfortune that had befallen
them, were now working their way up the hill, taking advantage of every
stone and boulder, and although exposed to a terrific fire, gradually
pushing on until they reached a stone wall which ran round the face of
the hill. Beyond this the ground was much rougher and very much
steeper--so steep, indeed, that it was almost impossible to climb it.
The fire of the enemy was now terrific. The troops were some three
hundred yards from the crest, and it was certain death to show a head
above the wall. An officer placed his helmet on the end of his sword,
and the moment he raised it, it was riddled by five balls.
For a time it was impossible to advance farther, but when the Boer fire
moderated a little the order ran along the line for the men to storm
the position. A signal was made to the artillery to cease fire, and as
it did so the men leapt over the wall and rushed forward. There was now
no thought of taking shelter or returning the Boers' fire, every effort
was needed for surmounting the difficulties in their way. In some
places the rock was so steep that the men had to climb on their hands
and knees, sometimes those below pushed their comrades up and were in
turn assisted by them to climb. The roar of musketry was unceasing. It
seemed to be an impossibility for any man to reach the top unscathed,
and yet there was no hesitation or wavering. Numbers fell, but panting
and determined the rest pressed on. The Rifles suffered most heavily,
and out of the seventeen officers who advanced with them five were
killed and seven wounded. At last the steepest part of the ascent was
surmounted. Those who first reached this point waited until joined by
others, and then fixing bayonets they rushed up the slope to the edge
of the plateau cheering loudly.
The Boers did not await the onset; the great body had already fled.
They had believed it impossible for mortal men to scale the hill under
their continuous fire, and our steady advance through the hail of
bullets had astounded them and shaken their courage. The artillery,
after ceasing fire, had galloped off at full speed and taken up their
position on the ridge known as Smith's Nek, overlooking the plain
behind the hill. For a distance of three miles this was covered with
waggons and galloping men. The guns were about to open fire upon them
when a white flag was hoisted, and, believing that the Boers had
surrendered, the gunners abstained from firing. It was, however, but
the first of numerous similar acts of treachery, and the Boers were
thus enabled to make their escape.
The appearance of the plateau gained by the troops was appalling. Some
five hundred of the Boers lay dead or wounded, and many had doubtless
been carried off. Three of the guns lay dismounted, the others had been
removed; for as they could not be sufficiently depressed to bear upon
the stormers, they had been taken off as soon as the advance began in
earnest. Beyond the plateau smashed waggons and dead animals lay
thickly. Great numbers of the Boer ponies had been killed; many were
still standing quietly waiting for their masters, lying dead above.
Pursuit was out of the question. The men were exhausted by their
efforts; they were wet to the skin by the rain that had for nine hours
come down unceasingly; they had had no food since the previous day, and
the tremendous climb had taxed their powers to the utmost. For a time
they cheered vociferously, the first joy of victory overcoming the
thought of their dead and wounded comrades, who had to be collected and
carried down. The loss had been severe, ten officers and thirty men had
been killed, twenty officers and a hundred and sixty-five men wounded;
and nine officers and two hundred and eleven men did not answer to the
roll-call. This loss was unaccountable.
Chris, as soon as the infantry advance began, had, after talking with
the others, agreed to set out in the direction in which the three
squadrons of cavalry had started in the morning with instructions to
work round, and be prepared to cut off the enemy's retreat. They had
with them some of the mounted infantry and a machine-gun.
As the whole Boer force would be concentrated on the hill, Chris
thought that there would be no danger in riding round, especially as,
even had the Boers posted a force to protect their line of retreat, he
was confident that the speed of his horses would prevent any chance of
capture. From some natives he learned the direction that the cavalry
had taken, and presently on rising ground, saw two parties halted in
hollows some two miles apart. The farthest out on the plain appeared to
be the largest, and to this he rode. The officer in command had seen
him in camp, and as he saluted on riding up, said:
"So you have come to lend us a hand, sir? Can you tell me how matters
are going on at Dundee?"
"At the time we rode off, sir, the advance of the infantry had just
begun, the Boer guns had been silenced, and our men were advancing from
Smith's farm under a very heavy fire of the enemy, which continued
without intermission as long as we were within hearing distance."
"Did you see the other squadron as you came along?"
"They are in a hollow two miles away."
"Ah! that is where we left them."
The troopers were all dismounted, and the scouts followed the example.
The boom of the British guns was continuing unabated. "They can be
getting on but slowly," the officer said. "I am afraid we shall find it
a very tough job. I suppose there is a strong force up there?"
"Over four thousand."
"How do you know?"
"I was up there last night," Chris said, "with three of the others. We
did not go up in these caps, as you may suppose, but in wide-brimmed
hats. We were able to get about without exciting any suspicion
whatever. We found they had six guns and over four thousand men. As we
all speak Dutch fluently there was really no chance of our being
detected."
The other officers of the squadron had all gathered round.
"Danger or no danger, it was a very plucky action," their leader said.
"I suppose that was the news you brought in just before the troops
marched off. Well, I wish that we had got our breakfast and the horses
a feed before we started. It is more important for the horses than it
is for us, though I should not be sorry for breakfast myself."
"We have some food in our haversacks, sir. We breakfasted before we
started, and we filled our haversacks with biscuits, thinking that
perhaps they would be welcome, for we knew that none of the troops had
anything to eat before leaving."
"You are very good to offer it," the colonel said. "But we could not
eat while the men have nothing."
"It will go round, sir, though it will be but a small portion for each.
We each put about ten pounds of biscuits in our haversacks, and shall
not be sorry to get rid of the weight. It will make something like
three-quarters of a pound per man all round."
"More than that," the officer said. "I am indeed greatly obliged to
you."
The haversacks were emptied and divided into four heaps of equal size,
with a proportionate heap for the ten officers. Four men were called up
from each troop, and in a short time the soldiers were all munching
biscuits, every man dividing his rations with his horse. The sight of
the rough-looking troop had at first excited some amusement and a
little derision among the soldiers, but this feeling was now exchanged
for gratitude, and it was unanimously agreed that these young farmers
were a capital set of fellows. The hours passed slowly until the
officers, through their glasses, saw a great movement in the encampment
on the hill. The waggons standing lowest separated from the others, and
gradually a general movement set in.
"Our men must be gaining ground," the colonel said, "and the Boers are
beginning to funk."
The bits were put into the horses' mouths again, the saddles buckled up
tightly, and an expression of satisfaction succeeded that of disgust at
the long hours standing in the pouring rain. Presently, when the
leading waggons were abreast of them, at a distance of about a mile,
the order was given to mount, and the two squadrons dashed across the
plain and were soon among the fugitives. There were many mounted men
among them, these being the first to steal away from the fight. They
opened fire as the cavalry approached, but were soon overthrown or
driven away in headlong flight. Many of the waggons were seized, but
each moment their defenders became stronger. The Boers were now
flocking down in great numbers, and seeing their teams and property in
danger they dismounted, formed some of the waggons up in a square, and
from them opened a heavy fire upon the troopers. Chris dismounted his
party, and returned the fire, but the officer in command, seeing that
with so small a force of infantry he could do nothing, and that the
numbers of their enemies were increasing, drew off. He would have
continued the fight, but he supposed that the artillery would soon be
at work, and knew they could not open fire as long as he was engaging
the Boers, he therefore retired with the long train of captured
waggons, and late in the afternoon reached camp.
Nothing was seen of the other squadron and mounted infantry, nor was
any news received of them until the following day, when a medical
officer with some wounded men came in. Like the larger force, they too
had ridden in among the waggons, but had taken a more northerly line,
and had come on a point where the Boers were thickest. They had charged
and taken several prisoners, and inflicted severe loss on the enemy.
These, however, had swarmed round them, keeping up an incessant fire
and barring their retreat. They took up a defensive position in a farm,
and for three hours repelled all the attacks of the Boers, until their
horses were all killed or had broken away and the ammunition exhausted,
while the Boers had just brought up the three guns they had withdrawn
from the hill. Further resistance would have ended in the extermination
of the whole party, and Lieutenant-Colonel Möller was therefore obliged
to surrender.