HOW THE ENEMY DEALT THE BLOW
The morning of Wednesday, September 5, dawned brightly, with warm sun
and cloudless sky, a perfect day of English early autumn, yet over the
land was a gloom and depression--the silence of a great terror. The fate
of the greatest nation the world had ever known was now trembling in the
balance.
When the first flush of dawn showed, the public clamoured for
information as to what the War Office were doing to repel the audacious
Teutons. Was London to be left at their mercy without a shot being
fired? Was the whole of our military machinery a mere gold-braided
farce?
Londoners expected that, ere this, British troops would have faced the
foe, and displayed that dogged courage and grand heroism that had kept
their reputation through centuries as the best soldiers in the world.
The Press, too, were loud in their demands that something should at once
be done, but the authorities still remained silent, although they were
in ceaseless activity.
They were making the best they could out of the mobilisation muddle.
So suddenly had the blow been struck that no preparation had been made
for it. Although the printed forms and broadsides were, of course, in
their dusty pigeon-holes ready to be filled up, yet where were the men?
Many had read the proclamation which called them up for duty with their
own corps, and in numberless cases, with commendable alacrity, they set
out on a long and tiresome journey to join their respective units,
which were stationed, as is the case in peace-time, all over the
country.
A sturdy Scot, working in Whitechapel, was endeavouring to work his way
up to Edinburgh; a broad-speaking Lancastrian from Oldham was struggling
to get to his regiment down at Plymouth; while an easygoing Irishman,
who had conducted an omnibus in London, gaily left for the Curragh, were
a few examples of the hopeless confusion now in progress.
With the disorganised train and postal services, and with the railway
line cut in various places by the enemy, how was it possible for these
men to carry out the orders they received?
Meanwhile, the greatest activity was in progress in the regimental
depôts in the Eastern counties, Norwich, Bury St. Edmunds, Bedford,
Warley, Northampton, and Mill Hill. In London, at Wellington Barracks,
Chelsea Barracks, and the Tower of London, were witnessed many stirring
scenes. Veterans were rejoining, greeting their old comrades--many of
whom had now become non-commissioned officers since they themselves left
the ranks--while excited crowds pressed round the barrack squares,
wildly cheering, and singing “God save the King.”
There was bustle and movement on every hand, for the sight of English
uniforms aroused the patriotic enthusiasm of the mob, who, having never
been trained to arms themselves, now realised their own incompetency to
defend their homes and loved ones.
Farther afield in the Home counties, the Regimental depôts at Guildford,
Canterbury, Hounslow, Kingston, Chichester, and Maidstone were filling
up quickly with surplus infantry, reservists, and non-efficients of all
descriptions. At Guildford the Royal West Surrey Regiment were at
Stoughton; at Canterbury were the old “Buffs”; at Hounslow the Royal
Fusiliers; at Kingston the East Surrey Regiment; at Chichester the Royal
Sussex, and at Maidstone the Royal West Kent.
Cavalry were assembling at the riding establishments, while veteran
gunners and Army Service Corps men were making the best of their way by
steamer, rail, and road to Woolwich.
Horses for both cavalry and artillery were urgently required, but owing
to the substitution of the motor-omnibus for the horse-drawn vehicle in
the London streets, there was no longer that supply of animals which
held us in such good stead during the South African War.
At the depôts feverish excitement prevailed, now that every man was
ordered on active service. All officers and men who had been on leave
were recalled, and medical inspection of all ranks at once commenced.
Rations and bedding, stores and equipment were drawn, but there was a
great lack of uniforms. Unlike the German Army, where every soldier’s
equipment is complete even to the last button on the proverbial gaiter,
and stowed away where the owner knows where to obtain it, our officers
commanding depôts commenced indenting for clothing on the Royal Army
Clothing Department, and the Army Corps Clothing Department.
A large percentage of men were, of course, found medically unfit to
serve, and were discharged to swell the mobs of hungry idlers. The plain
clothes of the reservists coming in were disposed of, no man daring to
appear in the ranks unless in uniform, Von Kronhelm’s proclamation
having forbidden the tactics of the Boers of putting mere armed citizens
into the field.
Horse-collecting parties went out all over the country, taking with them
head-collars, head-ropes, bits, reins, surcingles, numnahs,
horse-blankets, and nose-bags. These scoured every county in search of
likely animals. Every farm, every livery stable, every hunting-box, all
hound-kennels, and private stables were visited, and a choice made. All
this, however, took time. Precious hours were thus being wasted while
the enemy were calmly completing their arrangements for the
long-contemplated blow at the heart of the British Empire.
While the War Office refused any information, special editions of the
papers during Wednesday printed sensational reports of the ruthless
completion of the impenetrable screen covering the operations of the
enemy on the whole of the East Coast.
News had, by some means, filtered through from Yarmouth that a similar
landing to those at Lowestoft and Weybourne had been effected. Protected
as such an operation was, by its flanks being supported by the IVth and
IXth Army Corps landing on either side, the Xth Army Corps under General
von Wilburg had seized Yarmouth, with its many miles of wharves and
docks, which were now crowded by the lighters’ craft of flotilla from
the Frisian Islands.
It was known that the landing had been effected simultaneously with that
at Lowestoft. The large number of cranes at the fish-docks were of
invaluable use to the enemy, for there they landed guns, animals, and
stores, while the provisions they found at the various ship’s chandlers,
and in such shops as Blagg’s and the International Stores in King
Street, Peter Brown’s, Doughty’s, Lipton’s, Penny’s, and Barnes’s, were
at once commandeered. Great stores of flour were seized in Clarke’s and
Press’s mills, while the horse-provender mills in the vicinity supplied
them with valuable forage.
The hotels in the Market Place--the Bull, the Angel, the Cambridge, and
Foulsham’s--were full of men billeted, while officers occupied the Star,
the Crown and Anchor, and Cromwell House, as well as the Queen’s
opposite the Britannia Pier, and the many boarding-houses along Marine
Parade. And over all the effigy of Nelson looked down in silent
contemplation!
Many men, it appeared, had also been landed at the red-brick little port
of Gorleston, the Cliff and Pier Hotels being also occupied by officers
remaining there to superintend the landing on that side of the Yare
estuary.
Beyond these few details, as far as regarded the fate of Yarmouth
nothing further was at present known.
The British division at Colchester, which comprised all the regular
troops north of the Thames in the eastern command, was, no doubt, in a
critical position, threatened so closely north and south by the enemy.
None of the regiments, the Norfolks, the Leicestershire, and the King’s
Own Scottish Borderers of the 11th Infantry Brigade, were up to their
strength. The 12th Infantry Brigade, which also belonged to the
division, possessed only skeleton regiments stationed at Hounslow and
Warley. Of the 4th Cavalry Brigade, some were at Norwich, the 21st
Lancers were at Hounslow, while only the 16th Lancers were at
Colchester. Other cavalry regiments were as far away as Canterbury,
Shorncliffe, and Brighton, and although there were three batteries of
artillery at Colchester, some were at Ipswich, others at Shorncliffe,
and others at Woolwich.
Therefore it was quite evident to the authorities in London that unless
both Colchester and Norwich were instantly strongly supported, they
would soon be simply swept out of existence by the enormous masses of
German troops now dominating the whole eastern coast, bent upon
occupying London.
Helpless though they felt themselves to be, the garrison at Colchester
did all they could. All available cavalry had been pushed out past
Ipswich, north to Wickham Market, Stowmarket, and across to Bury St.
Edmunds, only to find on Wednesday morning that they were covering the
hasty retreat of the small body of cavalry who had been stationed at
Norwich. They, gallantly led by their officers, had done everything
possible to reconnoitre and attempt to pierce the enemy’s huge cavalry
screen, but in every instance entirely in vain. They had been
outnumbered by the squadrons of independent cavalry operating in front
of the Germans, and had, alas! left numbers of their gallant comrades
upon the roads, killed and wounded.
Norwich had, therefore, on Wednesday morning, fallen into the hands of
the German cavalry, utterly defenceless. Reports of the retiring
troopers told a grim story of how the grand old city had fallen. From
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| =CITY OF NORWICH.= |
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| CITIZENS-- |
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| AS IS WELL KNOWN, a hostile army has landed |
| upon the coast of Norfolk, and has already occupied |
| Yarmouth and Lowestoft, establishing their headquarters |
| at Beccles. |
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| IN THESE GRAVE CIRCUMSTANCES our only |
| thought is for England, and our duty as citizens and |
| officials is to remain at our post and bear our part in |
| the defence of Norwich, our capital now threatened. |
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| YOUR PATRIOTISM, of which you have on so many |
| occasions in recent wars given proof, will, I have no |
| doubt, again be shown. By your resistance you will |
| obtain the honour and respect of your enemies, and by |
| the individual energy of each one of you the honour and |
| glory of England may be saved. |
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| CITIZENS OF NORWICH, I appeal to you to view |
| the catastrophe calmly, and bear your part bravely in the |
| coming struggle. |
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| CHARLES CARRINGTON, |
| _Mayor_. |
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| NORWICH, _September 4, 1910_. |
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APPEAL ISSUED BY THE MAYOR OF NORWICH.
the Castle the German flag was now flying, the Britannia Barracks were
being used by the enemy, food had all been seized, the streets were in a
state of chaos, and a complete reign of terror had been created when a
company of British infantry, having fired at some Uhlans, were
ruthlessly shot down in the street close by the Maid’s Head Hotel.
An attempt at a barricade had been erected at the top of Prince of
Wales’s Road, but the enemy, who came down the Aylsham Road, had soon
cleared it. Many motor cars were seized from Howe’s garage, and the
Norfolk Imperial Yeomanry, who were assembled at their headquarters in
Tombland, were quickly discovered, disarmed, and dispersed. Green &
Wright’s wholesale provision stores in Upper King Street, as well as
Chandler’s in Prince of Wales’s Road, Wood’s in London Street, and many
other grocers and provision-dealers were seized, the telegraph lines at
the post-office were taken over by Germans, while, by reason of a shot
fired from a window upon a German soldier who was passing, the whole
block of buildings from the _East Anglia Daily Press_ office, with
Singer’s and the railway receiving office, was deliberately set on fire,
and produced an alarming state of things.
In addition to this, the Mayor of Norwich was taken prisoner, lodged in
the Castle, and held as surety for the well-behaviour of the town.
Everywhere Von Kronhelm’s famous proclamation was posted, and as the
invaders poured into the city the inhabitants looked on in sullen
silence, knowing that they were now under German military discipline,
the most rigorous and drastic in the whole world.
The nation had, unfortunately, passed by unheeded the serious warnings
of 1905-6. The authorities had remained impotent, and Mr. Haldane’s Army
Scheme had proved useless. The War Office had only one power within it,
that of the man who represented the Cabinet. The rest were mere
instruments.
There were many reports of sharp brushes between our cavalry vedettes
and those of the enemy. The latter belonged to the corps who had
established their headquarters in Maldon, and among those killed was an
officer named Von Pabst, who was a prisoner, and who was shot while
escaping, and in whose pocket was found a letter addressed to a friend,
a certain Captain Neuhaus, of Lothringen Pioneer Battalion, stationed at
Darmstadt.
It was interesting, for it threw some light upon the manner that
particular corps of the invaders had embarked at Antwerp, and had
apparently been hurriedly written in the intervals of the writer’s
duties with Prince Henry of Würtemburg’s staff. Having been secured, it
was sent to London, and was as follows:--
“MALDON, ENGLAND,
“_Wednesday, September 5_.
“MY DEAR NEUHAUS,--Behold me, here at last in the ‘tight little island,’
by the English so greatly boasted! So far, we have had absolutely our
own way, and have hardly seen an enemy. But you will be glad to have
some account of my experience in this never-to-be-forgotten expedition.
I was, of course, overjoyed to find myself appointed to the staff of His
Highness Prince Henry of Würtemburg, and having obtained leave to quit
my garrison, started for Treves without a moment’s delay. Our troops
were to enter Belgium ostensibly to quell the riots in Brussels. But the
line was so continually blocked by troop-trains going west, that on
arrival I found that he had gone with his army corps to Antwerp. There
at last I was able to report myself--only just in time. My train got in
at noon, and we sailed the same night.
“Antwerp might have been a German city. It was simply crammed with our
troops. The Parc, the Pépinière, the Jardin Zoologique, the Parc du
Palais de l’Industrie, the Boulevards, and every open space, was
utilised as a bivouac. Prince Henry had his quarters in a very nice
house on the Place Vert, opposite the Cathedral, and in the Place
itself were picketed the horses belonging to the squadron of Jäegers zu
Pferde, attached to the XIIth Corps. I rode round with the Prince in the
afternoon, and saw the various regiments in the bivouacs, and the
green-coated artillery, and the train in their sky-blue tunics hard at
work all along the quays, getting their guns and waggons on board. The
larger steamers lay two and three moored abreast alongside the quays,
and astern of each a dozen flats or barges in two lots of six, each
lashed together with a planked gangway leading to the outer ones. More
barges, and the Rhine and other river steamers, and tugs to tow the
lighters, lay outside in midstream. How all this had been arranged in
the short time that had elapsed is more than I can imagine. Of course,
our people had taken good care that no news should reach England by any
of the many telegraph routes; the arrangements for that were most
elaborate. There was no appearance of enthusiasm among the men. The
gunners were too busy, and the infantry and cavalry destined for the
expedition were not allowed to leave their bivouacs, and did not know
that they were in for a sea voyage. The Belgian troops have all been
disarmed and encamped on the other side of the river, between the older
fortifications known as the Tête de Flandre and the outer lines. The
populace for the most part have a sulky appearance, but as there is a
very large German colony we found plenty of friends. The Burgomaster
himself is a Bavarian, and most of the Councillors are also Germans, so
that in the evening Prince Henry and his staff were entertained right
royally at the Hôtel de Ville. I assure you, my friend, that I did
justice to the civic hospitality. But the banquet was all too short.
“At eight o’clock we had to be on board. The steamer told off for us was
the _Dresden_, which, with many other British vessels, had been
commandeered that day. She lay alongside the pontoon, near the Steen
Museum. As soon as she cast off, a gun was fired from the Citadel,
followed by three rockets, which shot up into the darkness from the Tête
de Flandre. This was the signal for the flotilla to start, and in
succession one steamer after another slid out into the stream from the
shadows of the quays, and, followed by her train of tugs and barges,
began to glide down the Scheldt. Our arrangements had been perfected,
and everything went without a hitch.
“The _Dresden_ went dead slow along under the farther bank for a time,
and we watched the head of the procession of transports pass down the
river. It was an inspiring sight to see the densely-packed steamers and
barges carrying their thousands of stout German hearts on their way to
humble the pride of overbearing and threatening Albion. It brought to
mind the highly prophetic utterance of our Emperor: ‘Our Future lies on
the Water.’ The whole flotilla was off Flushing shortly before midnight,
and after forming in four parallel columns, stood away to the
north-west. It was a quiet night, not very dark, and the surface of the
water, a shining, grey sheet, was visible for a considerable distance
from the ship. The steamers carried the usual steaming lights, and the
barges and lighters white lights at bow and stern. The scuttles were all
screened, so that no other lights might confuse those who were
responsible for the safe conduct of the armada. I had no inclination to
turn in.
“The general excitement of the occasion, the fascination I found in
watching the dim shades of the swarm of craft on all sides, the lines of
red, white, and green lights slowly moving side by side with their
flickering reflections in the gently-heaving waters, held me spellbound
and wakeful as I leaned over the taffrail. Most of my comrades on the
staff remained on deck, also muffled in their long cloaks, and talking
for the most part in undertones. Prince Henry paced the bridge with the
officer in command of the vessel. All of us, I think, were impressed
with the magnitude of the venture on which our Fatherland had embarked,
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| =GOD SAVE THE KING.= |
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| =PROCLAMATION.= |
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| TO ALL WHOM IT MAY CONCERN. |
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| In regard to the Decree of September 3rd of the present |
| year, declaring a state of siege in the Counties of Norfolk |
| and Suffolk. |
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| In regard to the Decree of August 10th, 1906, regulating |
| the public administration of all theatres of war and military |
| servitude; |
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| Upon the proposition of the Commander-in-Chief |
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| IT IS DECREED AS FOLLOWS: |
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| (1) There are in a state of war: |
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| 1st. In the Eastern Command, the counties of Northamptonshire,|
| Rutlandshire, Cambridgeshire, Norfolk, |
| Suffolk, Essex, Huntingdonshire, Bedfordshire, Hertfordshire, |
| and Middlesex (except that portion included in the |
| London Military District). |
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| 2nd. In the Northern Command, the counties of Northumberland, |
| Durham, Cumberland, and Yorkshire, with |
| the southern shore of the estuary of the Humber. |
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| (2) I, Charles Leonard Spencer Cotterell, his Majesty’s |
| Principal Secretary of State for War, am charged with the |
| execution of this Decree. |
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| WAR OFFICE, WHITEHALL, |
| _September the Fourth, 1910_. |
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This proclamation was posted outside the War Office in London at
noon on Wednesday, and was read by thousands. It was also posted
upon the Town Hall of every city and town throughout the country.
and although we felt that things had been so carefully thought out and
so splendidly arranged that the chances were almost all in our favour,
yet we could not but wonder what would be the end of it all. As Von der
Bendt--whom you will doubtless remember when he was in the 3rd Horse
Grenadiers at Bromberg, and who is also on the Prince’s staff--said that
night as he walked the deck, ‘Where would we be if, despite our
precautions, the English had contrived to get wind of our intentions,
and half a dozen destroyers came tearing up out of the darkness, and in
among our flotilla? Our own particular future would then probably lie
under the water instead of on it.’ I laughed at his croakings, but I
confess I looked rather more intently at our somewhat limited horizon.
“About two in the morning the moon rose. Her light was but fitful and
partial on account of a very cloudy sky, but I received rather a shock
when her first rays revealed a long grey line of warships with all
lights out, and with the darker forms of their attendant destroyers
moving on their flanks, slowly crossing our course at right angles. As
it turned out, they were only our own escorts, ordered to meet us at
this point, and to convoy us and the other portions of the XIIth Corps,
which were coming out from Rotterdam and other Dutch ports to join us.
In a few minutes after meeting the ironclads, a galaxy of sparkling
points of light approaching from the northward heralded their arrival,
and by three o’clock the whole fleet was steaming due west in many
parallel lines. Four battleships moved in line ahead on each flank, the
destroyers seemed to be constantly coming and going in all directions,
like dogs shepherding a flock of sheep, and I fancy there were several
other men-o’-war ahead of us. The crossing proved entirely uneventful.
We saw nothing of the much-to-be-dreaded British warships, nor indeed of
any ships at all, with the exception of a few fishing-boats and the
Harwich-Antwerp boat, which, ablaze with lights, ran through the rear
portion of our flotilla, luckily without colliding with any of our
flats or lighters. What her crew and passengers must have thought of
meeting such an array of shipping in mid-Channel can only be surmised.
In any case, it was of no consequence, for by the time they arrived in
Antwerp all our cards would be on the table.
“Towards morning I got very drowsy, and eventually fell asleep on a
bench behind the after deck-house. I seemed hardly to have closed my
eyes when Von der Bendt woke me up to inform me that land was in sight.
It was just dawn. A wan light was creeping up out of the east, bringing
with it a cold air that made one shiver. There was but little light in
the west, but there right ahead a long black line was just discernible
on the horizon. It was England!
“Our half of the fleet now altered course a few points to the southward,
the remainder taking a more northerly course, and by five o’clock we
were passing the Swin Lightship, and stood in the mouth of the river
Crouch, doubtless to the amazement of a few fishermen who gazed
open-mouthed from their boats at the apparition of our grey warships,
with their bristle of guns and the vast concourse of shipping that
followed them. By six we were at Burnham-on-Crouch, a quaint little
town, evidently a yachting centre, for the river was absolutely covered
with craft--small cutters, yawls, and the like, and hundreds upon
hundreds of boats of all sizes. Many large, flat-bottomed barges, with
tanned sails, lay alongside the almost continuous wooden quay that
bordered the river. The boats of the squadron carrying a number of
sailors and detachments from the 2nd Marine Battalion that formed part
of the expedition had evidently preceded us, as the German ensign was
hoisted over the coastguard station, which was occupied by our men.
Several of our steam pinnaces were busily engaged in collecting the
boats and small craft that were scattered all over the estuary, while
others were hauling and towing some of the barges into position beside
the quays to serve as landing-places. The method employed was to lash
one outside the other till the uttermost one was outside the position of
low-water mark. Our lighter craft, at any rate, could then go alongside
and disembark their men and stores at any time.
“The first men I saw land were the residue of the Marine Battalion, who
were in the next transport to us. As soon as they were ashore, Prince
Henry and his staff followed. We landed at a little iron pier, the
planking of which was so rotten that it had given way in many places,
and as the remainder of the flooring threatened to follow suit if one
placed one’s weight on it, we all marched gingerly along the edge,
clutching tight hold of the railings. The carpenter’s crew from one of
the warships was, however, already at work on its repair. As we landed,
I saw the _Odin_, followed by a steamer, towing several flats containing
the 1st Battalion of the 177th Infantry, and a battery of artillery
landing farther up the river. She did not go far, but anchored stem and
stern. The steamer cast off her lighters close to the southern bank, and
they ran themselves ashore, some on the river bank, and others in a
little creek that here ran into the main stream. This detachment, I was
informed, was to entrench itself in the little village of Canewdon,
supposed to have been the site of Canute’s camp, and situated on an
eminence about three miles west of us, and about a mile south of the
river. As it is the only high ground on that side the river within a
radius of several miles of Burnham, its importance to us will be
evident.
“While we were waiting for our horses to be landed, I took a turn
through the village. It consists of one street, fairly wide in the
central portion, with a curious red tower on arches belonging to the
local Rath-haus on one side of it. At the western exit of the town is a
red-brick drill hall for the Volunteers. Our Marines were in possession,
and I noticed several of them studying with much amusement a
gaudily-coloured recruiting poster on the post-office opposite, headed:
‘Wanted, recruits for His Majesty’s Army.’ One of their number, who
apparently understood English, was translating the letterpress, setting
forth the joys and emoluments which awaited the difficult-to-find
Englishman patriotic enough to become a soldier. As if such a system of
raising an army could ever produce an efficient machine! Was it not the
famous Admiral Coligny who perished in the massacre of St. Bartholomew
who said, ‘Rather than lead again an army of voluntaries, I would die a
thousand times.’
“By this time our horses, and those of a couple of troops of the Jäegers
zu Pferde had been put on shore. Then having seen that all the exits of
the village were occupied, the Mayor secured, and the usual notices
posted threatening death to any civilian who obstructed our operations,
directly or indirectly, we started off for the high ground to the
northward, where we hoped to get into touch with the Division which
should now be landing at Bradwell, on the Blackwater. With us went as
escort a troop of the Jäegers in their soft grey-green uniforms--for the
descent being a surprise one we were in our ordinary uniforms--and a
number of mounted signallers.
“The villagers were beginning to congregate as we left Burnham. They
scowled at us, but said nothing. For the most part they appeared to be
completely dumbfounded. Such an event as a real invasion by a real army
of foreigners had never found any place in their limited outlook on life
and the world in general. There were some good-looking girls here and
there, with fresh, apple-red cheeks, who did not look altogether askance
at our prancing horses and our gay uniforms. It was now about half-past
eight, and the morning mists, which had been somewhat prevalent down by
the river and the low-lying land on either bank, had thinned and drifted
away under the watery beams of a feeble sun that hardly pierced the
cloudy canopy above us. This, I suppose, is the English summer day of
which we hear so much! It is not hot, certainly. The horses were fresh,
delighted to escape from their cramped quarters on shipboard, and,
trotting and cantering through the many turns of the muddy lanes, we
soon skirted the village of Southminster, and began to mount the high
ground between it and a little place called Steeple.
“Here, just north of a steading known as Batt’s Farm, is the highest
point on the peninsula formed by the Blackwater and Crouch Rivers.
Though it is only 132 ft. above sea-level, the surrounding ground is so
flat that a perfect panorama was spread before us. We could not
distinguish Burnham, which was six miles or more to the southward, and
hidden by slight folds of the ground and the many trees which topped the
hedgerows, but the Blackwater and its creeks were in full view, and
about seven miles to the north-west the towers and spires of Maldon, our
principal objective in the first instance, stood up like grey
pencillings on the sky-line. Our signallers soon got to work, and in a
very few minutes picked up those of the Northern Division, who had
established a station on a church tower about two miles to our
north-east, at St. Lawrence. They reported a successful landing at
Bradwell, and that the _Ægir_ had gone up in the direction of Maldon
with the 3rd Marine Battalion, who were being towed up in their flats by
steam pinnaces.
“I think, my dear Neuhaus, that it would be as well if I now gave you
some general idea of our scheme of operations, so far as it is known to
me, in order that you may be the better able to follow my further
experiences by the aid of the one-inch English ordnance map which you
will have no difficulty in procuring from Berlin.
“As I have already said, Maldon is our first objective. It is situated
at the head of the navigable portion of the Blackwater, and in
itself--situated as it is on rising grounds suitable for defence, and
surrounded to the north and north-west with a network of river and
canal--offers a suitable position to check the preliminary attack that
we may surely expect from the Colchester garrison. It is intended, then,
to occupy this as quickly as possible, and place it in a state of
defence. Our next move will be to entrench ourselves along a line
extending southward from Maldon to the river Crouch, which has already
been reconnoitred by our Intelligence Department, and the general
positions selected and planned. Prince Henry will, of course, be able to
make any modifications in the original design that he may consider
called for by circumstances. The total length of our front will be
nearly seven miles, rather long for the number of troops we have at our
disposal, but as the English reckon that to attack troops in position a
six-to-one force is required, and as they will be fully occupied
elsewhere, I expect we shall be amply sufficient to deal with any attack
they can make on us. The right half of the line--with the exception of
Maldon itself--is very flat, and offers no very advantageous positions
for defence, especially as the ground slopes upwards in the direction of
the enemy’s attack. It is, however, but a gradual slope. Towards the
left, though, there is higher ground, affording fairly good gun
positions, and this we must hold on to at all hazards. This, in fact,
will be the real key of the position. Holding this, even if we are
beaten out of Maldon and forced to abandon our defences in the flat
ground to the south of the town, we can use it as a pivot, and fall back
on a second position along a line of low hills that run in a north-east
direction across the peninsula to St. Lawrence, which will quite well
cover our landing-places. In order to further protect us from surprise,
the three battalions of the 108th Sharpshooter Regiment belonging to the
32nd Division left Flushing somewhat in advance of us under convoy of
some of the older battleships in three or four average-sized steamers
that could get alongside the long pier at Southend, and have been
ordered to occupy Hockley, Rayleigh, and Wickford, forming as it were a
chain of outposts covering us from any early interruption by troops sent
over from Chatham, or coming from London
[Illustration: Position of the Saxon Corps Twenty-Four Hours after
Landing in Essex.
GEORGE PHILIP & SON L^{TD}.]
by either the southern branch of the Great Eastern Railway or the
London, Tilbury, and Southend line. They took nothing with them but
their iron ration, the ammunition in their pouches, and that usually
carried in the company ammunition waggons (57.6 rounds per man). For the
transport of this they were to impress carts and horses at Southend, and
to move by a forced march to their positions. As soon as we are able, we
also shall push forward advanced troops to South Hanningfield, East
Hanningfield, Danebury, and Wickham Bishops, covering us in a similar
manner to the west and north. Our flanks are well protected by the two
rivers, which are tidal, very wide in parts, and difficult to cross,
except at one or two places on the Crouch, which we shall make special
arrangements to defend. Moreover--with the exception of Canewdon, which
we have already occupied--there is no elevated ground within miles of
them which would offer good positions from which the enemy might fire
into the ground we occupy between them.
“So much for the military portion of our programme. Now for the part
allotted to the Navy. As I have told you, we had eight warships as our
convoy, not counting destroyers, etc. These were the eight little
armour-clads of the “Ægir” class, drawing only 18 ft. of water and
carrying three 9.4 guns apiece, besides smaller ones. The _Ægir_ and
_Odin_ are operating in the rivers on our flanks as far as they are
able. The remaining six are busy, three at the entrance of each river,
laying down mine-fields and other obstacles to protect us from any
inroad on the part of the British Navy, and arranging for passing
through the store-ships, which we expect to-night or to-morrow morning
from various German and Dutch ports, with the provisions, stores, and
ammunition for the use of the Northern Army Corps, when they have
penetrated sufficiently far to the south to get into touch with us.
Except by these rivers, I do not think that the English naval commanders
can get at us.
“What are known as the Dengie Flats extend for three miles seaward, all
along the coast between the mouths of the two rivers, and broken marshy
land extends for three miles more inland. Their big ships would have to
lie at least seven or eight miles distant from our headquarters and
store depôt, which we intend to establish at Southminster, and even if
they were so foolish as to waste their ammunition in trying to damage us
with their big guns firing at high elevations, they would never succeed
in doing us any harm. I believe that the squadron of older battleships
that escorted the 108th to Southend have orders to mine the mouth of the
Thames, cover the mine-field with their guns as long as they can before
being overpowered, and incidentally to try and capture Shoeburyness and
destroy or bring off what guns they may find there. But this is not
really in our particular section of the operations.
“But to return to my own experiences. I told you that Prince Henry and
his staff had arrived at Steeple Hill, and that the signallers had got
through to the other division that had landed at Bradwell. This was soon
after nine o’clock. Not long afterwards the advanced guard of one of the
Jäeger battalions, with their smart glazed shakoes, having the black
plumes tied back over the left ear, and looking very workmanlike in
their green red-piped tunics, came swinging along the road between St.
Lawrence and the village of Steeple. They had some of their war-dogs
with them in leashes. They were on their way to reinforce the 3rd Marine
Battalion, which by this time we trusted had occupied Maldon and cut off
all communication with the interior. They had a good nine miles before
them. The Prince looked at his watch. ‘If they’re there before noon it’s
as much as we can expect,’ he said. ‘Go and see if they are coming up
from Burnham now,’ he added, turning sharply to me. Away I went at a
gallop till I struck the main road out of Southminster. Here I just
headed off the 1st Battalion of the 101st Grenadiers. Its Colonel
informed me that the whole regiment was ashore and that the other two
battalions were following close behind. When they left Burnham the three
battalions of the 100th Body Grenadiers had nearly completed their
disembarkation, and the horses of the Garde Reiter Regiment and the 17th
Uhlans were being hoisted out by means of the big spritsail yards of the
barges lying alongside the quays. The landing pontoons had been greatly
augmented and improved during the last hour or two, and the
disembarkation was proceeding more and more quickly. They had got two of
the batteries of the 1st Brigade Division landed as well as the guns
belonging to the Horse Artillery, but they were waiting for the horses.
The Prince signalled to the officer superintending the disembarkation at
Burnham to send forward the cavalry and horse artillery by batteries and
squadrons as soon as they could be mounted.
“Nothing could be done in the meantime but trust that the marines had
been successful in occupying Maldon and in stopping any news of our
presence from leaking out to Colchester. Presently, however, the
signallers reported communication with a new signal station established
by the Jäegers zu Pferde on Kit’s Hill, an eminence about six miles to
the south-west. The officer in command of the troop reported: ‘Have cut
line at Wickham Ferrers. Captured train of eight coaches coming from
Maldon, and have shunted it on to line to Burnham.’ Prince Henry
signalled back: ‘Despatch train to Burnham’; and then also signalled to
O.C. 23 Division at Burnham: ‘Expect train of eight coaches at once.
Entrain as many infantry as it will hold, and send them to Maldon with
the utmost despatch.’
“While these signals were passing, I was employed in taking a careful
survey with my glasses. This is what I saw, looking from right to left.
The green and white lance pennons of a detachment of the hussars
belonging to the 32nd Division came fluttering round the shoulder of the
hill topped by the grey tower of St. Lawrence. Immediately below us a
Jäeger battalion was winding through Steeple Village like a dark green
snake. Away to my left front the helmets of the 101st Grenadier Regiment
twinkled over the black masses of its three battalions as they wound
downhill towards the village of Latchingdon, lying in a tree-shrouded
hollow. Maldon was more distinct now, but there was nothing to indicate
the presence of our men, though not so very far down the river the
lofty mast of the _Ægir_, with its three military tops, was
distinguishable over a line of willows. As I lowered my field-glasses
the Prince beckoned me. ‘Von Pabst,’ ordered he, as I raised my hand to
the salute, ‘take half a dozen troopers, ride to Maldon, and report to
me the situation there. I shall be at Latchingdon,’ added he, indicating
its position on the map, ‘or possibly on the road between that and
Maldon.’
“Followed by my six Jäegers in their big copper helmets, I dashed away
on my mission, and before long was nearing my destination. Maldon
perched on its knoll, with its three church towers and gabled houses,
brought to my mind one of the old engravings of sixteenth-century cities
by Merian. Nothing indicated the approach of war till we were challenged
by a sentry, who stepped from behind a house at the entrance to a
straggling street. We trotted on till just about to turn in the main
street, when ‘bang’ went a straggling volley from the right. Shot after
shot replied, and this told me that our marines had arrived. Then a
score of khaki-clad men ran across the entrance of the side street up
which we were approaching. ‘The English at last!’ thought I. It was too
late to turn back. One or two of the enemy had caught sight of us as
they rushed by, though most of them were too busily engaged in front to
observe us. So with a shout of ‘Vorwarts!’ I stuck in my spurs, and with
my six troopers charged into the middle of them, though I had no idea of
how many there might be up the street. There was a tremendous clatter
and banging of rifles. I cut down one fellow who ran his bayonet into my
wallet. At the same time I heard a loud German ‘Hoch!’ from our right,
and caught sight of a body of marines coming up the street at the
double. It was all over in a moment. There were not more than thirty
‘khakis’ all told. Half a dozen lay dead or wounded on the ground, some
disappeared up side alleys, and others were made prisoners by the
marines. It appeared afterwards that on the first boat-load landing,
about an hour previously, the alarm had reached a local Volunteer
officer, who had managed to collect some of his men and get them into
uniform. He then made the foolish attack on our troops which had ended
in so unsatisfactory a manner for him. He, poor fellow, lay spitting
blood on the kerbstone. The colonel of marines appeared a moment later,
and at once gave orders for the Mayor of Maldon to be brought before
him.”
The letter ended abruptly, the German officer’s intention being no doubt
to give some further details of the operations before despatching it to
his friend in Darmstadt. But it remained unfinished, for its writer lay
already in his grave.