CHAPTER V

GUNBOATS AND GAALIN

No account of the recent campaign could be in any way complete if

it did not include some mention of the valuable assistance rendered

to the Sirdar and the Anglo-Egyptian forces by the gunboats and the

Friendlies. I have thought it better to keep this portion of the

narrative distinct from the rest, and to mould the present chapter

more or less into the form of a diary.

The Sirdar's fleet at the end of the campaign consisted of the

following gunboats:--_Sultan_, _Sheikh_, _Melik_, _Fatteh_, _Nasr_,

_Hafir_, _Tamai_, _Metemmeh_, and _Abu Klea_. In addition to these

were the old unarmed _El Tahra_ and, up to 25th August, the gunboat

_Zaphir_.

The navigation of the Nile was full of difficulty. The river charts

were bad or non-existent, and no _reis_, or native captain, could

really be trusted to keep his boat in the deep channels with any

certainty. Still, it must be remembered that the bed of the Nile is

continually changing its position, and what are deep holes one year

may be turned by next year's flood into shallow pools. On the whole,

it is astonishing that the river service was not frequently overtaken

by disaster. The engines on a boat like the _Tamai_ were always on

the verge of dissolution, the current was terrific, and all the

vessels--gunboats, barges, and _ghyassas_--were loaded down to the

water's edge. The barges, on which the troops were packed together

with barely room to turn themselves, were especially liable to

accident, as they were exceedingly top-heavy and loosely constructed.

I remember seeing a gunboat gently collide with one of these barges

as it lay, fortunately without any crew, off the bank at Wad Hamed.

The whole structure collapsed at once; the top platform fell off, and

in less than two minutes the remains of the barge and all its cargo

that would float were drifting rapidly down the Nile.

One gunboat alone, the _Zaphir_, was overtaken by serious disaster.

It happened as follows: On 23rd August the _Zaphir_ left the

Atbara at 4 p.m. The officers on board consisted of General Rundle,

Prince Christian Victor, Lieutenant Micklem, R.E., Major Dodd,

R.A.M.C., and, in command of the vessel, Commander Keppel, R.N.

In the _ghyassas_, which were lashed to the gunboat, were packed

"details" of various native battalions. All went well for two nights,

although on the 23rd the _Zaphir_ tied up to the bank in the midst

of a violent storm of wind which suddenly swept over the river from

the desert. At 4.45 p.m. on the 25th of August the officers were

sitting on the upper deck taking tea, when Mr. Poole, the engineer,

suddenly asked Commander Keppel to come below at once. Prince

Christian meanwhile walked forward, and noticed that the ship lay

very low in the water, so much so, in fact, that the rapid current

was washing over the bows. As he walked back to General Rundle,

Commander Keppel rushed up from the lower deck and informed the

assembled officers that water had found its way into the hold, and

the gunboat might go down any moment; meanwhile, he had ordered the

engineer to make for the shore at full speed. On the receipt of

this startling information the officers walked to the side of the

vessel, and as they did so, the _Zaphir_, which was floundering in

a clumsy fashion towards the bank, suddenly gave a heavy lurch to

starboard, and seemed on the point of "turning turtle." A general

exodus of natives followed; servants, sailors, and "Gyppy" soldiers

sprang out of the nooks and crannies in which they hide themselves

on board, and, leaping into the stream, swam easily to the shore. At

the same instant General Rundle, Major Dodd, and Lieutenant Micklem

jumped from the deck on to the _ghyassas_ at the side. The _Zaphir_,

however, righted herself again, but as the fires had been put out

by the inrush of water, she drifted slightly and began to settle

down. An attempt to get a rope from the ship to the shore failed.

Prince Christian then jumped upon a _ghyassa_, and lastly, just as

the gunboat sank within thirty yards of the bank, Commander Keppel

followed his example. Most fortunately, someone had the presence of

mind to cut the _ghyassas_ adrift, otherwise they would certainly

have been dragged down with the vessel as she foundered. On the

return journey from Omdurman I noticed that part of the funnel was

still out of the water, and a twelve-pounder gun projected from the

stern battery a couple of feet above the stream. The whole party

bivouacked on shore that night in rather a destitute condition.

Nobody seemed to know how the leak was caused, but from the time the

inrush of water was noticed, at 5.40, only eleven minutes elapsed

before the vessel sank. A few stores had been saved, and off these

the shipwrecked officers made a meal. Everyone by good luck had

managed to land in his helmet, but otherwise the clothing of the

party was rather nondescript. Prince Christian, for example, had

nothing left except a pair of trousers and a canvas shirt. Next

morning the natives dived about the wreck and fished out some odds

and ends of clothing and baggage. At midday on the 26th, Major

Drage, D.S.O., happened to pass up the river in the _El Tahra_, and

conveyed the _Zaphir's_ crew to Rojan Island, where Commander Keppel

transferred his flag to the _Sultan_, accompanied by Prince Christian

and Major Dodd.

On the day before the loss of the _Zaphir_, the "Irregulars" or

"Friendlies" had assembled at Wad Hamed. This motley corps was

composed of detachments from the following tribes:--Gaalin, Ababdeh,

Shukriyeh, Batahin, Bishariyeh, Mersalamieh, Gimiab, and a few

Hassaniyeh. All these tribes have for thirteen years been bitterly

hostile to the English and Egyptians, but, thanks to the impolitic

conduct of the Khalifa and the cruel devastation practised by his

generals, many of his adherents amongst these Arab tribes have been

alienated from the Mahdi's successor, and now look forward to an era

of peace and security under a settled government. By far the most

useful and important section of these Friendlies was furnished by

the Gaalin, a brave and warlike tribe, who fought gallantly against

the British at Abu Klea, Abu Kru, and Gubat in January 1885. In July

1897 Khalifa's army under the brutal Mahmoud--who was captured at the

Atbara, and is now imprisoned at Wady Halfa--suddenly, on their march

northwards, attacked the Gaalin, and butchered a large number of them

at Metemmeh. Ever since this treacherous massacre a deadly feud had

existed between this tribe and the Khalifa's government.

As a fighting force the Irregulars, numbering about two thousand

five hundred, presented a rather quaint appearance. They were

armed with every imaginable weapon. Some had rifles, others were

equipped with old flint and steel muskets, elephant guns, ancient

muzzle-loading pistols, spears, swords, and daggers. Their methods

of locomotion were almost as varied as their accoutrements. Some

were mounted on horses, some marched on foot, others ambled along

on camels, mules, and donkeys. About twelve hundred Remingtons

were supplied at Wad Hamed for distribution amongst the tribes in

proportion to their numbers, and it was a proud day for many of these

picturesque ruffians when they secured one of these rifles. The

possession of guns always seems to exercise a peculiar fascination

over semi-barbarous peoples. A friend and myself once bestowed three

ancient Snider carbines, rubbed bright with Monkey Brand Soap, upon

a small Arabian potentate, who was delighted with the present and

had the rifles carried after him by three almost naked courtiers

wherever he went. We took good care not to give the monarch any

cartridges, but his attendants did not seem to mind the absence of

ammunition. What they liked was to swagger about with the Sniders,

and use them as a sort of glorified walking-stick with the muzzle

stuck into the ground.

For the command of this extraordinary army the Sirdar had selected

Major Stuart-Wortley, whose military ability and almost unique

experience of Sudan campaigns marked him out as the proper man for

the work of impressing some order and discipline upon the rough and

turbulent material of the Friendly Contingents. Lieutenant Wood also

accompanied the force as staff officer.

The Gaalin and the other Friendlies crossed over from Wad Hamed, and

were ordered to proceed along the river parallel to the advance of

the Anglo-Egyptian forces on the opposite bank. The various tribal

contingents marched separately under their own sheikhs, and presented

a most picturesque appearance across the river as their white-clad

columns moved in and out of the green bushes. They first came into

touch with the enemy on 29th August, when the village of Gaali was

found to be occupied by a small detachment of Jehadieh infantry and

Dervish cavalry. These were speedily routed by the Friendlies, who

attacked the small force before them in fine style, and captured ten

prisoners.

On 31st August three gunboats--the _Sultan_, _Melik_, and

_Fatteh_--were ordered to advance up the river from Seg-et-taib and

shell the advance post held by the Dervishes on the Kerreri ridge.

Before midday the gunboats took up a position opposite Kerreri

village, and proceeded to enfilade the Dervish camp on the hill. Some

splendid practice was made, and great confusion was produced by the

twelve-pounder shells as they burst in rapid succession amongst the

enemy, who could be seen rushing about, collecting their property and

striking their tents. The camp was soon rendered untenable by our

fire, and as the Dervishes fled over the plain towards Omdurman, they

were followed by shells from the gunboats, which knocked over about a

dozen cavalry.

On 1st September some excellent work was done by an effective

co-operation between the gunboats and the Friendlies. At 5.30 a.m.

the _Sultan_, _Sheikh_, _Melik_, _Fatteh_, and _Nasr_ steamed up the

right bank of the river and met Major Stuart-Wortley. It was arranged

that the gunboats should steam on ahead and shell the villages and

forts from the river, while the Friendlies advanced along the bank.

At 9.30 the vessels engaged and utterly destroyed a fort to the

south of Halfayah. The villages of Hejra el Sharg and Halfayah were

next shelled, and as a body of Dervish cavalry emerged into the open

ground, some forty or fifty of them were knocked over by shrapnel.

On land, meanwhile, the Irregulars had not been idle. Notwithstanding

the shells of the gunboats, several of the villages south of Halfayah

were found to be held in considerable force by the enemy. Major

Stuart-Wortley drew up his men for the attack, but an unexpected

hitch occurred, as the Mersalamieh and Gimiab contingents posted in

front did not seem at all disposed to advance against the Dervishes,

who were waiting for them behind the shelter of numerous mud-houses.

Instead of rushing to the attack, they suddenly halted and danced

a "fantasia" instead! Major Stuart-Wortley did not waste time over

these faint-hearted warriors, but brought up his trusty Gaalin, who,

supported by the other tribes, gallantly attacked house after house,

and routed the enemy, killing a large number, including Isa Zachnieh,

a cousin of the Khalifa, and losing themselves over sixty killed and

wounded.

The Gaalin made very little use of their rifles in the desperate

fighting which practically cleared the right bank of the Dervishes.

They loaded their guns and fired them into the air, calling upon

Allah to direct the course of the bullets! Then throwing their

Remingtons on one side, they gripped their broad-bladed spears, and

used them so effectively that after the fight the Dervish casualties

stood at three hundred and fifty killed, wounded none! At one moment

Major Stuart-Wortley and Lieutenant Wood were in great danger. A

troop of Baggara horsemen suddenly charged down upon the spot where

they were standing, and the Ababdeh Arabs who were with the two

officers, instead of waiting for the cavalry, simply turned tail and

fled. Immediately after this fighting round Halfayah, two hundred

and fifty Shukriyeh Friendlies were dispatched up the Blue Nile in

pursuit of the Dervishes who had fled.

By 11.30 on the 1st, the fighting on the right bank was to all

intents and purposes over. Five hundred Gaalin and one hundred and

seventy-five British infantry, made up of details from the Guards,

Rifle Brigade, Highlanders, etc., were embarked on the five gunboats.

The original plan had been to land Stuart-Wortley's levies on Tuti

Island, but this was abandoned owing to the close proximity of the

Omdurman forts--a fact not disclosed on the Intelligence maps--and

the presence on the island of a large force of Dervishes.

[Illustration: Plan of

OMDURMAN and KHARTUM

to illustrate

The operations of the gunboats and the Friendlies.

1. Khartum. | 6. Mosque.

2. Omdurman. | 7. Mahdi's Tomb.

3. Gordon's House. | 8. Khalifa's House.

4. Tuti Island. | 9. Khojali.

5. Great Wall. | 10. Hejra el Sharg.

_R. V. Darbishire 1898._]

Meanwhile Major Elmslie's battery of howitzers had taken up a

position on the bank opposite the centre of Omdurman, and at 1.30

opened fire on the Mahdi's tomb, at a range of three thousand one

hundred and fifty yards. The two first shells missed their mark,

but played havoc with the neighbouring buildings; the third

wrecked the apex of the dome, and carried away the gilded ornaments

which surmounted it. Later on three other shells crashed into the

structure, tearing enormous holes in the stonework, and utterly

destroying the whole of the interior. Subsequently the howitzers

abandoned their artillery practice on tombs and their violation of

the dead, and engaged in the more satisfactory demolition of the

Omdurman ramparts. Vast breaches were torn in the big wall which ran

along the river, and many of the principal buildings were utterly

destroyed.

At 2 p.m. the gunboats, with the _Sultan_ leading, advanced farther

up the stream in order to shell the forts of Omdurman. As they

steamed slowly up past the city, the boats were met by a heavy shell

fire, and occasional volleys from Dervish riflemen. The enemy's

shells burst all round the boats, but they only succeeded in scoring

two hits the whole day, one of which splintered some woodwork on a

barge, while the other struck an iron mantlet at an angle and glanced

harmlessly off into the water. At such short range the Dervish

gunners ought most certainly to have made better practice, but the

fact is, that the aim of our quick-firing guns was so marvellously

accurate that it was almost impossible for the enemy to work their

artillery. Thanks very largely to the skill of two Royal Marine

sergeants, our fire silenced one battery after another. In some cases

actually two shells out of three penetrated the embrasures of the

forts, dismounting the guns inside, and doing terrible execution

amongst the Dervish gunners.

While the twelve-pounder guns were demolishing the forts, the

Maxims were turned with deadly effect on the Dervishes who were

running about the banks. As two more forts in Khartum--one at the

juncture of the Blue and White Nile, the other close to Gordon's

palace--continued to fire upon us, the gunboats steamed past the

ruined city, and speedily converted these last defences of the enemy

into mere heaps of rubbish. At 5 p.m. the Friendlies were disembarked

on the right bank, where they remained with the howitzer battery and

the British detachment under Captain Ferguson of the Northumberland

Fusiliers. The five gunboats then returned and took up a position

off El Genuaia opposite to the zeriba.

During the battle on the morning of 2nd September, the gunboats were

posted at both ends of the zeriba, and made themselves extremely

useful. As was mentioned above, the fire of these boats lying off

Kerreri village practically saved the Camel Corps from annihilation.

Throughout the rest of the fight, too, a galling shell fire was kept

up on the Dervish forces advancing from the north-west and, more

especially, from the south, over the sandy ridge between Surgham and

the Nile.

Meanwhile the howitzer battery had again opened fire at daybreak, and

continued its work of destruction amongst the buildings of Omdurman.

The effect of the Lyddite shells was so terrible that the Khalifa

seems to have abandoned his plan of falling back behind the walls

of his capital. This was a most fortunate thing, so far as we were

concerned, for if, after the fearful slaughter of his troops in the

first half of the engagement, the Khalifa had retreated with ten or

fifteen thousand men inside the tortuous streets and crowded houses

of Omdurman, we should have had the utmost difficulty in driving the

enemy out, and could not, in all probability, have occupied Omdurman

on the evening of the 2nd. House-to-house fighting is always a

costly and dangerous business, and had it taken place, the prophetic

estimate popularly attributed to the Sirdar of "one thousand

casualties before Khartum is ours," might well have been realised in

fact. As it was, the Dervishes prepared to take their chance in the

open desert, rather than await our onset under a continual fire of

fifty-pounder shells which burst amid sheets of flame and clouds of

dust, and sent huge fragments for hundreds of yards, wrecking every

obstacle in their path.

When the battle was over, the gunboats steamed up side by side with

the general advance, and were met at Omdurman by a hot rifle fire

from Dervishes concealed in the houses along the margin of the

river. The streets leading to the southern exit of the town were by

this time crowded with a mass of fugitives. In addition to mounted

Baggaras and Dervish infantry, a mob of inhabitants--men, women,

and children, dragging after them camels, horses, and donkeys laden

with goods and chattels--all this confused stream of human beings and

animals was pressing madly forward in panic-stricken flight. Orders

were given to fire upon the fugitives, and as the artillerymen on the

gunboats, from their raised position, could see well over the walls,

a deadly fire was opened upon the crowded thoroughfares. One street

especially, which led down to the river, was swept by a frightful

hail of Maxim bullets, which mowed the poor wretches down in scores.

After taking part in the battle and the subsequent destruction of

fugitives, the gunboats proceeded, on the night of the 2nd, about one

hundred miles farther up the river, and returned to Omdurman on 5th

September with the report that they had seen no more Dervishes.

During the fighting off Omdurman on the 1st, two of the Khalifa's

gunboats were destroyed. There was a pathetic interest attached to

old vessels like the _Bordein_ and _Ismailia_, as they had formed a

part of Gordon's little fleet in the old days of thirteen years ago!

The _Bordein_ had been despatched northwards by Gordon, but, like

the _Abbas_, had been wrecked. She struck on a rock in the Shabluka

Cataract, on 30th January 1885, and foundered, but was subsequently

raised by the Dervishes. When our gunners came within sight of the

vessel, voices were raised to save the old boat for Gordon's sake.

"Don't let us fire on the poor old _Bordein_!" But there is little

room for sentiment or loving-kindness amid the exigencies of warfare,

and under our fire the _Bordein_ was headed for the shore, and sank

as she reached it.

A still worse fate overtook the _Ismailia_. In some way or other

she fouled one of the mines laid down by the Khalifa's engineers in

midstream; the mine exploded, and the _Ismailia_, literally hoist by

its own petard, was blown out of the water. Two other mines had also

been laid in the channel, near the right bank opposite Omdurman. The

ropes connecting these with the shore were afterwards found inside

the ruined forts, but all our attempts to explode them were futile.

The Dervish steamer which was subsequently captured by the Sirdar on

his way to Fashoda was, I believe, the solitary survivor of Gordon's

ill-starred flotilla. The _Talawahiyah_ had been sunk off Rojan

Island, on 29th January 1885, and was never recovered. The _Abbas_,

which set out from Khartum with Colonel Stewart and Mr. Power on

board,--the one last desperate attempt to reopen communications with

the North,--was wrecked at Hebbeh, between Abu Hamed and Kirbekan,

and now lies there, keel uppermost.

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