THE DEWETSDORP EPISODE
Bloemfontein: May 1
Sometimes it happens that these letters are devoted to describing small
incidents, and often personal experiences in a degree of detail which,
if the rest of the campaign were equally narrated, would expand the
account to limits far beyond the industry of the writer or the patience
of the reader. At others many important events must be crowded into a
few pages. But though the proportions of the tale may vary, I shall not
deserve criticism so long as the original object of conveying a lively
impression of the war is strictly pursued; nor should the reader
complain if, for his instruction or amusement, he is made one day to sit
with the map of the Orange Free State spread before him, and move little
flags to show the course of the operations, and on another day is
invited to share the perils of a scout's patrol or try the chances of a
cavalry skirmish. To-day there is much to tell, and we must remain
almost beyond the sound of the cannon watching a distant panorama.
The object of the operations was in any case to relieve Wepener, and to
clear the right hand bottom corner of the Orange Free State of the
Boers, and, if the enterprise prospered and the fates were kind, to cut
off and capture some part of their forces. In all five columns were in
motion. There were to be demonstrations along the east of the railway
line, increasing in earnestness according as they were nearer the south,
and the lowest columns were to actually push the matter through. Ian
Hamilton, with 2,000 Mounted Infantry, was ordered to demonstrate
against the waterworks position. French, supported by Pole-Carew, was
instructed to move on Leeukop. Rundle, in conjunction with Hart and
Brabant from the southward, was to force his way to Dewetsdorp and to
relieve Wepener. What befell his column on April 20 and 21 has already
been described. The attack on the Boer position in front of Dewetsdorp
had not been made on the 20th because Sir Herbert Chermside pointed out
that the Infantry were fatigued with marching. The next morning the
smooth hills were crowned with entrenchments, and it was thought better
to wait for Campbell's Brigade, which would arrive at sundown.
The 22nd was to be the day of battle. Meanwhile Sir Leslie Rundle had
telegraphed to Lord Roberts describing the horseshoe position of the
enemy, and its strength, explaining that with the small mounted force at
his disposal any attack which he might make would develop into something
very like a frontal attack, and would be costly. A strong memorandum
had previously been circulated among divisional and brigade commanders
condemning, almost prohibiting, frontal attacks, and the General, not
unnaturally, wished to assure himself that the price of victory would
not be grudged. When this telegram reached Bloemfontein it was
apparently misunderstood. 'Rundle is hung up,' they said. 'He can't get
on'; and hence the reply which arrived in the dead of night, and
prevented the attack of the 22nd. 'Wait till you get into touch with
Pole-Carew,' or words to that effect. So the powerful force--almost
equal in strength to that with which Sir George White had resisted the
first fury of the Boers when, with 25,000 men under the
Commandant-General himself, they burst into Natal--was relegated to some
days of pusillanimous waiting in front of a position held by scarcely
2,500 men.
After breakfast on the morning of the unfought battle I climbed to the
top of the hill the cavalry had seized two days before, and which the
soldiers had christened "Brab's kopje.' A fifteen hundred yards
musketry duel was proceeding, and it was dangerous to put one's head
over the stone shelters even for a minute to look at the Boer
entrenchments on the green slope opposite. But such was not my purpose.
I scanned the northern horizon. Far away on a peak of the misty blue
hills there flashed a diamond. It was Pole-Carew. Half an hour later
another star began to twinkle further to the eastward. French and his
cavalry were riding steadily forward, 'fighting, too,' said the
heliograph, 'but pushing them back.' The scale of the operations had
grown indeed. No less than five infantry and three cavalry brigades,
with more than seventy guns, were involved in the business of dislodging
2,500 Boers from their position in front of Dewetsdorp.
The 23rd passed quietly, except for an intermittent bombardment of our
camp by the Dutch guns and a Vickers-Maxim and the usual patter of
musketry along the outposts. The diamond points on the distant hills
seemed nearer and more to the east than before, and in the afternoon
Brabazon was sent to reconnoitre towards them. As the Yeomanry emerged
from the shelter of the plateau the Boer Creusot gun espied them.
Brabazon, with half a dozen officers or orderlies, was riding fifty
yards in front of his brigade.
'See there,' said the Dutch gunners, 'there is the Hoofd Commandant
himself; take good aim.' So they did, and from a range of 5,000 yards
burst their shell within two yards of the General's horse. 'Wonderful,'
said Brabazon; 'why can't our forsaken artillery shoot like that?' and
he ordered the brigade to canter by troops across the dangerous ground.
I watched the scene that followed from comparative safety, 600 yards
nearer the Boer gun. Troop by troop the Yeomanry emerged from shelter.
As each did so the men opened out to dispersed order and began to
gallop; and for every troop there was one shell. From where I stood the
spectacle was most interesting. Between the shrieking of the shell
overhead and its explosion among the galloping horsemen there was an
appreciable interval, in which one might easily have wagered whether it
would hit or miss.
The Yeomanry were very steady, and for the most part ran the gauntlet at
a nice, dignified canter, pulling into a walk as soon as the dangerous
space was crossed. After all no one was hurt, except three men who
broke their crowns through their horses falling on the rocky ground.
Indeed, I think, speaking from some experience, that we can always treat
these Creusot 9-pounders with contempt. They fling a small shell an
immense distance with surprising accuracy, but unless they actually hit
someone they hardly ever do any harm. An ordinary bullet is just as
dangerous, though it does not make so much noise.
At Vaal Krantz, in Natal, Dundonald's Brigade and other troops lived
quite comfortably for three days under the fire of a 98-pounder gun,
which in all that time only killed one soldier of the Dublin Fusiliers,
two natives, and a few beasts. The wholesale aspect of artillery fire
is not obtained unless at least a dozen guns are firing percussion shell
or unless shrapnel can be used. At present the Boers often cause us a
great deal of trouble with single guns, which, though they do scarcely
any material harm, disturb every one, so that camps are shifted and
marching columns ordered to make long _detours_; whereas we ought to
shrug our shoulders, as Ladysmith did, pay the small necessary toll, and
go our ways uninterruptedly. But I am being drawn into detail and
discussion, which, if I am ever to catch up the swift march of events,
must be rigorously excluded.
The 23rd passed quietly for times of war, and the Boer riflemen and
artillerists fired busily till dusk without doing much harm. We wondered
how much they knew of the 'increased scale' of the operations. Did they
realise the enormous strength of the forces closing round them? Were
they going to be caught as Cronje was caught? It was hardly likely.
Yet they were certainly holding all their positions in force at
nightfall, and meanwhile the spring of the trap was compressed and the
moment for releasing it arrived.
The morning of the 24th was unbroken by a single shot. Rundle, now in
touch with Pole-Carew, swung his division to the left, pivoting on
Chermside, to whom he entrusted the defence of the plateau. Brabazon
with his Mounted Brigade formed the extreme outer flank of this sweeping
movement. His orders were to join French, who drove inward from the
north, somewhere behind Dewetsdorp on the Modder River. So we started,
and, with much caution and the pomp of war, turned the enemy's left, and
in solemn silence bore down on the flank and rear of his position.
Meanwhile, Chermside on the plateau was struck by the entire cessation
of fire from the Boer lines opposite to him. He sent scouts to
reconnoitre. Single men crept up the hill, looked into the trenches,
and found--nothing. The Boers had retreated swiftly in the night. They
enjoyed good information of all our movements and designs, had foreseen
the impossibility of withstanding the great forces operating against
them. They delayed us with the appearance of strength until the last
minute. On the night of the 22nd they sent off their waggons towards
Thabanchu. On the 23rd they made their effort against Wepener, and
attacked the garrison heavily, and on the night of the 24th, having
failed at Wepener, they performed a masterly retreat, the assailants of
Wepener marching northwards _via_ Ladybrand, the covering force at
Dewetsdorp moving on Thabanchu.
And so it was that when, as directed, Brabazon circled round the enemy's
left flank and struck the Modder River--here only a rocky ditch with
occasional pools of mud--and when French, moving from Leeukop round and
behind their right flank, met him, they found the Dutch already
departed, and Dewetsdorp again under the Union Jack. The strong jaws of
the rat-trap shut together with a snap. I saw them--black across the
open plain--two great horns of cavalry and guns; but the rat had walked
comfortably away some hours before. Chermside moving over the empty
trenches occupied the town. Rundle, reaching it an hour later, owing to
his turning movement, hurried on through it to the Modder, and laid
Brabazon's dusty squadrons on the retreating enemy. Indeed, the latter
officer was already at the trot towards Thabanchu when French himself
arrived--a large and magnificent staff, 'pom-poms,' horse artillery, and
two cavalry brigades--and assumed supreme command.
He immediately stopped the pursuit, sent Brabazon back to relieve
Wepener--which place had by its plucky defence, like Jellalabad,
relieved itself--and entered Dewetsdorp, where he remained until the
next day.
Such is the story of Dewetsdorp, which cannot be contemplated with
feelings of wild enthusiasm. The Wepener situation was cleared up, and
the Boers were persuaded to retire from the right hand bottom corner of
the Free State towards Ladybrand and Thabanchu at an exceedingly small
price in blood. On the other hand, the enemy might boast that 2,500
Burghers with six guns had contained 13,000 troops with thirty guns for
a week, while their brethren worked their wicked will on Wepener, and
had only been dislodged by the setting in motion of more than 25,000 men
and seventy guns.
The movements which followed the occupation of Dewetsdorp need not take
long in the telling. French's occupation of the town instead of
pursuing the enemy was not in accordance with the Commander-in-Chief's
ideas, and the cavalry leader was forthwith ordered to follow the Boers
at his best pace to Thabanchu. He started accordingly at daylight on
the 25th, and Rundle with the Eighth Division followed at noon.
Chermside remained at Dewetsdorp with part of the Third Division, and
was entrusted with the re-establishment of order through the disturbed
districts.
Brabazon marched on Wepener and collected the garrison. Their defence
of seventeen days, under continual rifle and shell fire, in hastily dug
trenches, which they were unable to leave even at night; exposed to
several fierce attacks; in spite of heavy losses and with uncertain
prospects of relief, will deserve careful attention when full accounts
are published, and is a very honourable episode in the history of
Brabant's Colonial Brigade, and particularly in the records of the Cape
Mounted Rifles, who lost nearly a quarter of their strength.
Bringing the defenders with him, and having communicated with Hart and
Brabant, Brabazon returned to Dewetsdorp, and was ordered to move thence
to Thabanchu, which he did in an exceedingly convenient hour, as it
turned out, for a certain convoy with an escort of Scots Guards and
Yeomanry. Pole-Carew and the Eleventh Division returned to Bloemfontein
to take part in the main advance.
The Boers made good their retreat. They took with them twenty-five
prisoners of the Worcester Regiment, who had blundered into their camp
before Dewetsdorp, armed only with cooking pots, which they meant to
carry to their regiment on 'Brab's kopje,' and great quantities of sheep
and oxen. They halted in Ladybrand, and to the north and east of
Thabanchu in a most pugnacious mood. Indeed, they had no reason to be
discontented with the result of their southern incursion.
They had captured seven guns and nearly 1,000 prisoners. They had
arrested and carried off a good many farmers who had laid down their
arms and made their peace with the British Government. They had harried
all who received the troops kindly, had collected large quantities of
supplies which they had sent north, and, lastly, had delayed the main
advance by more than five weeks.
Owing to the great disproportion of the forces the fighting had not been
of a severe nature, and the losses were small. In the skirmishes before
Dewetsdorp about forty men were killed and wounded, mostly in Brabazon's
Brigade. In the action at Leeukop and the subsequent fighting which
attended French's march several officers and fifty men were stricken,
and a squadron of the 9th Lancers, which was required to attack a kopje,
suffered severely, having nearly twenty casualties, including Captain
Stanley, a very brave officer, who died of his wounds, and Victor Brooke
(of whom more will be heard in the future) who had his left hand
smashed. Captain Brasier-Creagh, 9th Bengal Lancers, commanding
Roberts's Horse, was killed at Leeukop, and his many friends along the
Indian frontier will not need to be told that by his death Lord
Roberts's Army suffered a loss appreciable even among the great forces
now in the field.