Rather than remain unoccupied on board the gunboat, Gregory went to
Colonel Wingate's headquarters and said that he should be very glad if
he would allow him, while the flotilla remained at Berber, to assist in
interrogating the fugitives who arrived from the south, and the spies
employed to gain early information of the intentions and movements of
the enemy. The position of the Dervishes at Metemmeh was becoming
critical. The Khalifa was desirous that Mahmud should return with his
force to Omdurman, there to take part in the battle in which, as he was
convinced, the invaders would be annihilated. Mahmud, who was of an
eager and impetuous disposition, was anxious to take the offensive at
once, and either to march upon Merawi and Dongola, or to drive the
British out of Berber.
There could be no doubt that his view was a more sagacious one than
that of his father; and that the best tactics to be adopted were to
harass the British advance, fall upon their convoys, cut their
communications, and so oblige them to fall back for want of supplies.
The Khalifa's mistake was similar to that made by Theodore in
Abyssinia, and Koffee Kalkalli in Ashanti. Had either of these leaders
adopted the system of harassing the invaders, from the moment they left
the coast, it would have been next to impossible for the latter to
arrive at their destination. But each allowed them to march on,
unmolested, until within striking distance; then hazarded everything on
the fortune of a single battle, and lost.
Mahmud made no movement in obedience to the Khalifa's orders to retire
to Omdurman, and the latter thereupon refused to send any further
supplies to him, and Mahmud's army was therefore obliged to rely upon
raids and plunder for subsistence. These raids were carried out with
great boldness, and villages situated within a few miles of Berber were
attacked. The Dervishes, however, met with a much warmer reception than
they had expected, for rifles and ammunition had been served out freely
to the villagers; and these, knowing the fate that awaited them were
the Dervishes victorious, offered so obstinate a resistance that the
latter fell back, discomfited.
Early in January, the Sirdar learned that the Khalifa had changed his
mind, and had sent peremptory orders to Mahmud to advance and drive the
British out of Berber, and destroy the railway. Mahmud had now been
joined by Osman Digna, with five thousand men; and as the Egyptian
troops, well as they had fought, had never yet been opposed to so
formidable a force as that which Mahmud commanded, the Sirdar
telegraphed to England for white troops.
His request was at once complied with. The Warwickshires,
Lincolnshires, and Cameron Highlanders were ordered to proceed from
Cairo and Alexandria to the front; and the Seaforth Highlanders at
Malta, and the Northumberland Fusiliers at Gibraltar were also
despatched, without delay. Major General Gatacre was appointed to the
command of the brigade.
At the end of the third week in January, the three regiments from Lower
Egypt had arrived at Wady Halfa, and the Seaforths at Assouan. At the
beginning of February the British brigade was carried, by railway, to
Abu Dis. Here they remained until the 26th, when they marched to
Berber, and then to a camp ten miles north of the Atbara, where they
arrived on the 4th of March, having covered a hundred and forty-four
miles in six days and a half, a great feat in such a climate.
Mahmud had made no movement until the 10th of February, when he began
to cross the Nile to Shendy. This movement had not been expected by the
Sirdar, and was hailed by him with satisfaction. Had Mahmud remained at
Metemmeh he could, aided by the forts, his artillery, and the walled
town, have offered a very formidable resistance. Had he marched along
the banks of the Nile, he would have been exposed to the fire of the
gunboats, but these could not have arrested his course. The country
round Berber was favourable to the action of his cavalry, and if
defeated he could have fallen back, unmolested, through Metemmeh on
Omdurman; but by crossing the river he practically cut himself off from
the Dervish base, and now had only a desert behind him; for we had
taken over Kassala from the Italians, and the Egyptian battalion there,
and a large force of friendly Arabs, would prevent him from retiring up
the banks of the Atbara.
Mahmud's plan was to march along the Nile to Ahab, then to cross the
desert to Hudi, at an angle of the river; whence a direct march, of
twenty-five miles, would take him to Berber, and in this way he would
avoid our strong position at the junction of the Atbara and the Nile.
It would have been easy for the gunboats to prevent Mahmud from
crossing the Nile, but the Sirdar was glad to allow him to do so. The
movement afforded him time to concentrate his force, and to get up
large supplies. For, each day, the distance that these could be
transported by the railway had increased; and he saw that, when the
time for fighting came, the victory would be a decisive one; and that
few, indeed, of Mahmud's men would ever be able to make their way to
Omdurman, and swell the Khalifa's force there.
On one occasion, however, the gunboats went up to watch what was going
on, and take advantage of any opportunity that might offer to destroy
some of Mahmud's boats, and thus render the work of his getting his
force over slower and more difficult. An entrenchment had been thrown
up at the point where the Dervishes crossed, and this had been manned
by two hundred and fifty riflemen. The Zafir steamed up close to the
bank and opened fire with her Maxims. Another gunboat sank one large
craft and captured two others, and the troops landed and, covered by
the fire of the guns, captured a fourth which had grounded in shallow
water.
A smaller boat was halfway across the river when the gunboats arrived.
It was seen that there were several women on board, and as the capture
would have been of no value, no regard was paid to it. As it would have
been as dangerous to return as to keep on, the boatmen plied their
hardest to get across, but the stream carried them down near the Zafir.
The boat was quite unnoticed, all eyes being intent upon the shore. She
was passing about thirty yards astern of the gunboat, when a badly
aimed shell from a Dervish battery struck her, and she sank almost
instantly.
Gregory, who was superintending the working of the Maxim nearest the
stern, looked round at the sound of the explosion. Several of the
occupants had evidently been killed, but two or three of the boatmen
started to swim to shore. Only two of the women came to the surface,
struggling wildly and screaming for help. With scarcely a thought of
what he was doing, Gregory unclasped his sword belt, dropped his
pistol, and sprang overboard.
One of the women had sunk before he reached them, the other was on the
point of doing so, when he caught her by the arm. She at once clung to
him, and he had hard work to disengage her arm from his neck; then,
after turning her so that her face was above water, he looked round.
The gunboat was already a hundred yards away. Her wheel was revolving,
so as to keep her in her place facing the redoubt, and the stream was
driving him fast away from her.
Within ten yards of him was a black head, and a moment later Zaki was
beside him. He had been working at Gregory's Maxim, and had suddenly
missed his master. Looking round, he had seen him struggling with the
woman in the stream, and without hesitation had leapt overboard.
"I am sorry you came," Gregory said, "for it is only throwing away your
life. It is of no use shouting, for they could not hear us in that din;
and if they happened to catch sight of us, would take us for two of the
black boatmen. I see the stream is taking us nearer to the bank."
Zaki had taken hold of the woman while he was speaking.
"We might swim a long way down, master, if we let go of her."
"I won't do that, Zaki. I know now that I was a fool to jump overboard;
but now that I have done so, I will save her life. Besides, I could not
swim very far even without her. I am feeling the weight of my boots and
clothes.
"Will you swim with us till I can touch the ground, and then leave us?
Strike right into the river again--I know that you are a good
swimmer--and drop down the stream until you reach one of the islands,
and then you can land and hail the gunboats as they come down. Tell
Captain Keppel why I jumped over."
"I am not going to leave you, master. No doubt the Dervishes will shoot
me, but my life is of no consequence, and I shall be glad to die by the
side of so good a master."
The woman, who had ceased to struggle when Gregory shook off her grasp,
was now conscious; as, with one of them supporting her on each side,
her head was above water.
"They will not kill you," she said. "You have saved me, and they will
be grateful."
Gregory had no faith whatever in Dervish gratitude.
"Well, Zaki," he said, "if you will not leave us, we will strike at
once for the shore. The gunboats are nearly half a mile away now. There
is just a chance that we may not have been noticed by the Dervishes,
and may be able to hide in the bushes till the gunboats return. When
they see me, they will at once send a boat ashore, under cover of their
fire, and take us off."
"There is a good chance of that, master," Zaki said cheerfully, "and
the Dervishes are busy up there fighting, and will not think much of a
little boat."
Three or four minutes later they were in shallow water. As soon as they
landed, Gregory threw himself down, utterly exhausted; and the woman
sank down beside him, but not before hastily rearranging her veil. In a
couple of minutes, Gregory roused himself.
"I can climb the bank, now," he said, "and the sooner we are hidden
among the bushes, the better."
But as he spoke he heard the sound of galloping horsemen, and almost
immediately an Emir, on a magnificent animal, followed by a dozen
Dervishes, dashed up.
"Mahmud!" the woman cried, as she rose to her feet; "it is I, Fatma!"
Mahmud gave a cry of joy, and waved his hand to his followers, who had
already pointed their rifles at Gregory.
"These have saved me, my lord," the woman went on. "They jumped from
their boat, and reached me just as I was sinking, and have borne me up.
For my sake you must spare their lives."
Mahmud frowned. He dismounted and went up to his wife.
"Have I not sworn, Fatma," he said, "that I would slay every unbeliever
who falls into my hands? How, then, can I spare even one who has saved
your life?"
"Others have been spared who have been of service, my lord," she said.
"There are Greeks and Egyptians who work your guns, and they were
spared because they were useful. There is Neufeld, who lives under the
protection of the Khalifa. Surely these men have done far more to
deserve, not only life, but honour at your hands. They risked their
lives to save mine. What follower of the Prophet could do more? They
could not have known who I was, a woman they saw drowning. Are there
any among the bravest of the tribes who would have done the same?"
"I have sworn an oath," Mahmud said, gloomily.
"But you have not sworn to slay instantly. You can keep them, at least,
until you can take them before the Khalifa, and say to him:
"'Father, I have sworn to kill unbelievers, but these men have saved
Fatma's life; and I pray you to absolve me from the oath, or order them
to be taken from me, and then do you yourself pardon them and set them
free for the service that they have rendered me.'
"If he refuses, if these men are killed, I also swear that, as my life
is due to them, I myself will perish by my own hands, if they die for
saving it!"
"It needs not that, Fatma. You think that I am ungrateful, that I do
not feel that these men have acted nobly, thus to risk their lives to
save a strange woman whose face they have never seen. It is my oath
that lies heavily upon me. I have never been false to an oath."
"Nor need you be now," Fatma said earnestly. "You swore to slay any
unbeliever that fell into your hands. This man has not fallen into your
hands. I have a previous claim to him. He is under my protection. I
cover him with my robe"--and she swept a portion of her garment round
Gregory--"and as long as he is under it he is, according to tribal
laws, safe even from the vengeance of my husband!
"As to the other, he is not an unbeliever. Your oath concerns him not.
Him you can honour and reward, according to the value you place upon my
life."
The Arab's face cleared.
"Truly you have discovered a way out of it, Fatma, at any rate for the
present."
He turned to Gregory for the first time.
"Do you speak our tongue?" he asked.
"Yes, Emir, as well as my own."
"Then you understand what we have said. Had I not been bound by my
oath, I would have embraced you as a brother. We Arabs can appreciate a
brave deed, even when it is done by an enemy. When one of the boatmen
ran into the battery where I was directing the guns against your boat,
and said that the boat in which my wife, with other women, were
crossing had been sunk, by a shell from our batteries on the other
side, I felt that my blood was turned to water. He said he believed
that all had been killed or drowned, but that he looked back as he
swam, and saw a white man jump overboard, and a short time after
another followed him; and that, when he reached the shore, they were
supporting a woman in the water.
"I rode hither, having but small hope indeed that it was my wife, but
marvelling much that a white officer should thus risk his life to save
a drowning woman. My oath pressed heavily upon me, as I rode. Even had
it been but a slave girl whom you rescued, I should no less have
admired your courage. I myself am said to be brave, but it would never
have entered my mind thus to risk my life for a stranger. When I found
that it was my wife who was saved, I still more bitterly regretted the
oath that stood between me and her preserver, and truly glad am I that
she has herself shown me how I can escape from its consequences.
"Now I see you, I wonder even more than before at what you have done;
for indeed, in years, you are little more than a boy."
"What I did, Emir, I believe any white officer who was a good swimmer
would have done. No Englishman would see a woman drowning without
making an effort to save her, if he had it in his power. As to the fact
that she was not of the same race or religion, he would never give it a
thought. It would be quite enough for him that she was a woman."
"And you," Mahmud said, turning to Zaki, "you are a Jaalin, are you
not?"
"I am."
"Jaalin or Baggara, you are my friend," Mahmud said, placing his hand
on Zaki's shoulders. "And so you, too, leapt overboard to save a
woman?"
"No, Emir," he replied, "I jumped over because my master jumped over. I
had not thought about the woman. I jumped over to aid him, and it was
to give him my help that I took my share in supporting the woman. The
Bimbashi is a good master, and I would die for him."
Mahmud smiled at this frank answer.
"Nevertheless, whatever may have been your motive, you were enabled to
save the life of my wife, and henceforth you are my friend."
Then he turned to the horsemen, who were still grouped on the bank
above.
"You have heard what has been said? The white man is under the
protection of my harem; the Jaalin is henceforth my friend."
Mahmud was a fine specimen of the tribesmen of the Soudan--tall, well
built, and with pure Arab features. He was the Khalifa's favourite son;
and was generous, with kindly impulses, but impatient of control. Of
late, he had given way to outbursts of passion, feeling acutely the
position in which he was placed. He had advanced from Omdurman
confident that he should be able to drive the infidels before him, and
carry his arms far into Egypt. His aspirations had been thwarted by the
Khalifa. His requests for stores and camels that would have enabled him
to advance had been refused, and he had been ordered to fall back. His
troops had been rendered almost mutinous, from the want of supplies.
He had seen the invaders growing stronger and stronger, and
accomplishing what had seemed an impossibility--the bringing up of
stores sufficient for their sustenance--by pushing the railroad forward
towards Berber. Now that their forces had been very greatly increased,
and the issue of the struggle had become doubtful, he had received the
order for which he had been craving for months; and had been directed
to march down and attack the Egyptian army, drive them across the Nile,
and destroy the railway.
By means of spies he had heard that, ere long, a large force of British
soldiers would come up to reinforce the Egyptians; so that what might
have been easy work, two months before, had now become a difficult and
dangerous enterprise. The manner in which the Dervishes had been
defeated in their attacks upon Wolseley's desert column, and in the
engagements that had since taken place, showed how formidable was the
fighting power, not only of the British troops, but of the native army
they had organized; and his confidence in the power of the tribesmen to
sweep all before them had been shaken.
The Dervishes scowled, when they heard that they were not to have the
satisfaction of massacring this Englishman, whose countrymen were still
keeping up a terrible fire on their redoubt. It was not one of their
wives who had been rescued, and Gregory's act of jumping overboard
seemed to them to savour of madness; and if that plea had been
advanced, they would have recognized it as rendering the person of the
man who had performed it inviolable. However, as he was under the
protection of their leader's harem, there was nothing more to be said;
and at an order from Mahmud all but four of them rode off, while the
others fell in behind him.
Mahmud did not mount again, but walked with his wife to a deserted mud
hut, two hundred yards away. There he left her, telling Gregory and
Zaki to sit down outside, and placing the four men on guard.
"I must rejoin my men," he said, as he mounted. "When your vessels have
gone, I will return."
Half an hour later, the fire ceased. Soon afterwards Mahmud rode up
with a score of men, followed by some dozen women, and a slave leading
a donkey. On this Fatma took her seat, and the women surrounded her.
Gregory and Zaki walked close behind them. Mahmud, with his horsemen,
rode in front.
After proceeding for a mile, they came upon a group of tents. Mahmud's
banner was flying on a pole in front of the largest of these. Behind,
and touching it, was another almost as large. This was the abode of the
ladies of Mahmud's harem. The other tents were occupied by his
principal Emirs. A hundred yards away was the encampment of the army,
which was sheltered in hastily constructed huts, or arbours, made of
bushes.
By Mahmud's order, a small tent was erected, with blankets, close to
the after entrance into the harem tent, for Gregory's use; so that,
should he be attacked by fanatics, he could at once take refuge in the
harem, whose sanctity not even the most daring would dare to violate.
A handsome robe was brought for Zaki; and as Mahmud presented it to
him, he said:
"You are my friend, but you must now go back to your vessels, or to
Berber. My orders were to kill all the Jaalin, and we have spared none
who fell into our hands, at Metemmeh or since. I cannot keep you here.
As long as you stay by my side, you will be safe; but you could not
leave me for a moment. It is as much as I can do to save the life of
this infidel officer, and it is to him that I owe most, for it was he
who first leapt into the river.
"The white men's boats have already fastened up, behind the island
where they before stationed themselves. Make your way down there, at
daybreak, and wave a white cloth. Doubtless they will send a boat
ashore, thinking that you bear a message from me; or if you see they do
not do this, you can swim out to them."
"I would rather stay with my master. Cannot you let him go, too?"
"That is impossible," Mahmud said shortly. "It is known throughout the
camp that I have a white man here. The news will travel fast to the
Khalifa. My actions have already been misrepresented to him, and were I
to let this officer go, my father might recall me to Omdurman and send
another to command here.
"He must stay, but you may go without harm. You can scarcely have been
noticed yet, and I can well declare, should the Khalifa hear of you,
that you have escaped."
"May I speak with my master?" Zaki said. "If he says stay, I shall
stay, though it might cost me my life. If he says go, I must go."
"You may speak to him," Mahmud said.
Zaki went round to Gregory's tent, and told him what Mahmud had said.
"Go, certainly, Zaki. You can do me no good by remaining here, and
might even do me harm; for if you were killed I also might be murdered.
Moreover, I wish to send the news of my capture, and how it occurred. I
do not think any, save yourself, noticed that I was missing; and when
the fight was over, and they found that I was absent, they might
suppose that I had been shot and had fallen overboard.
"I will write a note for you to carry. It is, in all respects, better
that you should go. Were we to be seen talking together, it might be
supposed that we were planning some way of escape, and I should be more
closely watched. As it is, I see that Mahmud will have difficulty in
protecting me. Were you to ride about with him, as he says, your
presence would remind his followers that he has a white man a captive
here; whereas, if I remain almost in concealment near the harem, the
fact that there is a white man here will pass out of the minds of those
who know it, and will not become the common talk of the camp.
"Mahmud is running some risk in having spared my life, and I do not
wish to make it harder for him. Go, therefore, and tell him that you
will leave tonight. I cannot write now; my pocketbook is soaked
through. But I will tear out some leaves and dry them in the sun; and
write what I have to say, before you start. I shall speak highly of you
in my letter, and recommend you to Colonel Wingate; who will, I have no
doubt, give you employment.
"I hope I shall see you again, before long. I am very sorry that we
must part, but it is best for us both."
Very reluctantly, Zaki returned to Mahmud.
"My master says I must go, Emir; and I must obey his orders, though I
would rather stay with him. Tonight, I will leave."
"It is well. I would that I could let him go, also, but my oath
prevents me from giving him his freedom. I trust, however, that when
the Khalifa hears of his noble action, and how he has made me his
debtor, he will say that Allah himself would not blame me for that.
Gratitude is even more binding than an oath.
"Still, until I hear from him, I can do nothing. We have not seen
matters in the same light, for some time. When I wanted to strike, he
was unwilling that I should do so. Now, when it seems to me that the
time for that has passed, and that I had best retire on Omdurman, he
says go forward and fight. It is not for me to question his commands,
or his wisdom. But I may not give him cause for anger.
"My advice to you is, when you get to Berber, do not stay there. We
shall assuredly be there before long, and as none would know that you
were under my protection, you would be slain. Go straight to Abu Hamed;
and when you hear that we have defeated the infidels, and have entered
Berber, leave by this road they have made, upon which, as they tell me,
carriages run without horses, and stay not until you reach Cairo.
"There you can live quietly, until you hear that the Khalifa's army is
approaching. After that, fly. I cannot say whither, but seek a shelter
until the black flag waves over the whole of the land. When there is no
more fighting, then come to me and I will give you a post of honour."
"I will do so, Emir. When the time comes, I will remind you of your
promise."
"I have neither silver nor gold with which I can reward you, now; but
we shall gather these things in Egypt, and I will make you wealthy."
Zaki thought that it would be unwise to wander from Mahmud's
encampment, and he accordingly sat down by his tent. Presently, one of
the slaves came out, with a large dish of food that Mahmud had sent
him. As evening approached, he went round to Gregory's little tent,
with the intention of trying to persuade him to attempt to escape with
him; but two of the tribesmen, with rifles in their hands, were
stationed there. They offered no opposition to his entry, but their
presence showed that Mahmud was determined that his master should
appear to be a close prisoner; as, indeed, his escape might well
jeopardize the Emir's position, even among his followers.
Gregory had a letter ready for him to carry to Captain Keppel. It ran
as follows:
"Dear Captain Keppel,
"I am a prisoner in Mahmud's hands. This is the result of my own
impetuosity--I will not say folly, for I cannot regret that I yielded
to the sudden impulse that seized me. A boat containing some women was
sunk by a shell, when but a few yards astern of the gunboat. Most of
its occupants were killed, but I saw a woman struggling in the water
and, without thinking of the consequences, jumped overboard to save
her, my servant following me. When we reached her, we found that the
current was too strong to regain the gunboat, and so landed about half
a mile down, hoping to find shelter in the bushes until the boat came
down the stream. What I did, however, had been observed by the
Dervishes; and as soon as I landed a party rode up, headed by Mahmud
himself, who was aware that his favourite wife was in the boat that had
sunk.
"Most fortunately, it turned out that she was the woman I had saved.
Upon her appeal Mahmud spared our lives. He has released my man, who
will carry this to you; but, having sworn that he would spare no white
man, he retains me in his hands as a prisoner, until he can lay the
facts before the Khalifa and obtain his permission to let me go. I
trust that all will be well, and that some day I may rejoin the army.
However, there is no saying how matters may turn out.
"I am happy in knowing that there is no one who, if the worst comes to
the worst, will grieve over my loss. I recommend my faithful servant to
you. I should wish the balance of pay coming to me to be handed to him,
as well as my camel and horse, and all other belongings. By the sale of
these he would be able, at the end of the war, to buy a piece of land
and settle down among his own people.
"Will you kindly report my capture to Colonel Wingate or General
Hunter? Thanking you for your kindness to me, I remain,
"Yours faithfully,
"Gregory Hilliard.
"P. S. In my cabin is a tin box containing documents of importance to
me. I shall be greatly obliged if you will take charge of these,
until--as I hope will be the case--I rejoin you."
He handed the paper to Zaki, who took his hand and raised it to his
forehead, with tears in his eyes.
"I go because you order me, master," he said, in a broken voice; "but I
would a thousand times rather remain, and share your fate, whatever it
might be."
Then he turned, and abruptly left the tent.
Twice that day, Gregory had received food from a female slave of the
harem. Although he knew that he should miss Zaki greatly, he was very
glad that he had been sent away; for he felt that, although for the
time he had been reprieved, his position was very precarious, and that
his servant's would have been still more so. A white prisoner was a
personage of some consequence, but the death of a Jaalin was a matter
that would disturb no one. Thousands of them had been massacred; and
one, more or less, could not matter at all. But, however much the
Dervishes might hate a white infidel, it would be a serious matter for
even the most powerful Emir to harm a prisoner under the protection of
the harem of the Khalifa's son.
Mahmud had been very popular among them, but his position had been
gravely shaken by the events of the last six months. Having unlimited
confidence in themselves; the Baggara had seen, with increasing fury,
the unopposed advance of the Egyptians. They could not understand why
they should not have been allowed, after the capture of Metemmeh, to
march across the desert to Merawi, and annihilate the infidels
assembled there. It was true that these had repulsed the force
defending Dongola, but this was a comparatively small body; and it was
the gunboats, and not the Egyptian troops, who had forced them to
evacuate the town.
The fall of Abu Hamed had added to their discontent, and they were
eager to march with all speed to Berber, to join the five thousand men
comprising its garrison, and to drive the invaders back across the
Nile.
But they had been kept inactive, by the orders of the Khalifa and by
the want of stores. They had, for months, been suffering great
privations; and while remaining in enforced inactivity, they had known
that their enemy's strength was daily increasing; and that what could
have been accomplished with the greatest of ease, in August, had now
become a very serious business.
Mahmud had chafed at the situation in which he found himself placed, by
his father's refusal to support him or to allow him to take any action.
This had soured his temper, and he had taken to drinking heavily. He
had become more harsh with his men, more severe in the punishment
inflicted for any trifling disobedience of orders. Although no thought
that the rule of the Khalifa could be seriously threatened entered
their minds, fanatical as they were, they could not but feel some
uneasiness at the prospect.
A great army was gathering at Berber. Kassala was in the hands of the
British, and the forces that had been beleaguering it had been
defeated, with heavy loss. Abyssinia had leagued itself against them.
The insurrection of the Jaalin had been crushed, but there were signs
of unrest in Kordofan, and other parts.
Of course, all this would be put right. An army of sixty thousand men
was at Omdurman; and this, with Mahmud's command, would suffice to
sweep away all their enemies. Their enthusiasm would never have
wavered, had they been called upon for action; but these months of
weary waiting, and of semi-starvation, without the acquisition of any
booty or plunder--for little, indeed, had been obtained at the capture
of Metemmeh--sapped their energy; and the force that crossed the Nile
for an advance upon Berber was far less formidable than it would have
been, had it been led forward against Merawi and Dongola directly after
the capture of Metemmeh. Still, it needed only the prospect of a battle
to restore its spirits.
A fortnight after Gregory's capture, the Dervish army was set in
motion. A few thousand men had already been sent forward, along the
banks of the river, to check any advance that might be made from Fort
Atbara. Had it not been for this, Gregory might have attempted to
escape. It would not have been very difficult for him to creep out at
the back of his little tent, unperceived by his guards; but the dangers
to be encountered in making his way to the British fort would have been
immense.
It would have been necessary for him to keep by the river, for from
this source alone could water be obtained. The country had been
stripped of its crops, of all kinds, by the Dervishes; the villages had
been razed to the ground; and the last head of maize, and other grain,
gleaned by the starving people who had taken refuge in the bush and
jungle.
Therefore, although by keeping near the river he could quench his
thirst at will, he would assuredly have to face starvation. Moreover,
he would have no chance of searching for any ears of corn which might
have escaped the eyes of the searchers, for he must travel only by
night and lie up by day, to avoid capture by one or other of the bands
that had gone on; in which case he would at once be killed, being
beyond the influence of Mahmud, and the protection of the harem.
On the other hand, he had nothing to complain of, except the monotony
and uncertainty of his position. Fatma kept him well supplied with
food; and, from the gossip of the slaves who brought this to him, he
learnt how matters were progressing. He was longing for the Dervish
army to make a move, for he felt that when they neared the British
position, the greater would be the chance of escape; and none among the
followers of Mahmud rejoiced more than he did, when he knew that the
long-expected advance was about to take place.
Once in motion, the spirits of the Dervishes revived. At last they were
going to meet these insolent invaders, and none doubted that they would
easily defeat them. The greater portion of the harem and attendants
were left behind, at Shendy, for but few camels were available. Fatma
and another of Mahmud's wives rode on one. A tent was carried by
another. Half a dozen slaves followed, and Gregory walked with these.
He could not help admiring the attitude of the tribesmen--tall,
powerful men, inured to hardship, and walking or riding with an air of
fierce independence, which showed their pride in themselves, and their
confidence in their prowess.
The party always started early in the morning, so as to get the tents
erected at the halting place before the main body of the Dervishes came
up. On the march, they kept some distance from the river and, being but
a small group, the gunboats did not waste their shot upon them; but
each day there was a sharp exchange of fire between them and Mahmud's
force.
Gregory supposed that Mahmud's plan was to cross the Atbara, which was
fordable at several points, and to attack the fort there; in which
case, he had no doubt the Arabs would be driven off, with much loss.
The Sirdar was of the same opinion, and in order to tempt them to do
so, he maintained only one Egyptian brigade in the fort, the remainder
of the force being concentrated at Kennur, four miles away. From this
point they would be able to advance and take the Dervishes in flank,
while they were engaged in the attack of the fort.
Mahmud, however, was kept well informed of the movements of the troops,
and instead of continuing his course down the river bank when he
reached Gabati, he struck across the desert; and, after two days'
march, crossed the Atbara at Nakheila. From this point, owing to the
bend in the river, he would be able to march direct to Berber, avoiding
the Atbara fort and the force gathered round it.
Altogether the desert march, although only lasting two days, was a
trying one. The heat was overpowering, and even the ladies of the harem
had the scantiest supply of water. They had, at starting, given Gregory
a gourd of water for his own use. This he had taken sparingly, and it
lasted him until they reached the Atbara.
It was now dead low water, and the river offered no obstacle to
crossing, as the bed was for the most part dry, with pools here and
there. The Arab encampment was formed in a thick grove of trees, which
afforded some shelter from the sun.
Day after day passed. Mahmud was now informed as to the strength of the
force he should have to encounter, and for the first time felt some
doubt as to the issue of the fight. He determined, therefore, to stand
on the defensive. This decision, however, he kept to himself. The
Dervishes were burning to be led to the assault, and became almost
mutinous, on account of the delay. Mahmud was obliged to take the
strongest measures, and several of those who were loudest in their
dissatisfaction were summarily executed. The rest were pacified with
the assurance that he was only waiting for a fortunate day.
In the meantime, the men were employed in fortifying the position. Deep
holes were dug along the edge of the wood, and behind these were
trenches and pitfalls. Mahmud's own temper grew daily more sullen and
fierce. His own fighting instinct was in favour of the attack his
followers longed to deliver, but in his heart he was afraid that the
result might be fatal. It was not the rifles of the infantry that he
feared--of these he had no experience--but the artillery, which he had
learned, already, could be used with terrible effect.
As Mahmud was drinking heavily, and as the fact that the white soldiers
were near at hand added to the fanatical hatred of the emirs and
tribesmen, Fatma sent a message by a slave to Gregory, warning him not
to show himself outside the little shelter tent, composed of a single
blanket, in which he now lived.
At length it became known that the English host was approaching. As
soon as the gunboats brought down news that the Dervishes were no
longer following the river bank, but were disappearing into the desert,
the Sirdar guessed their intentions. Nothing could have suited him
better. A battle now must be a decisive one. There was no way of
retreat open to the Dervishes, except to cross the waterless desert; or
to fly south, keeping to the course of the Atbara, which would take
them farther and farther from the Nile with every mile they marched.
Bringing up all his force, therefore, from Kennur and the Atbara fort,
which one battalion was left to guard, the Sirdar took up his post at
Hudi. The position was well chosen. It lay halfway between Mahmud's
camp at Nakheila and the Atbara fort, and left Mahmud only the option
of attacking him; or of making a long detour, through the desert to the
east, in order to reach Berber. The British, on the other hand, could
receive their supplies by camels from the Atbara fort.
The cavalry went out to reconnoitre, and had constant skirmishes with
the enemy's horse; but when day after day passed, and Mahmud did not
come, as the Sirdar had expected, to attack him, it was determined to
take the offensive. General Hunter was ordered to move forward, with
the whole of the cavalry and a Maxim-gun battery, to discover the exact
position of the enemy.
The camp had been well chosen; for, like Abu Hamed, it lay in a
depression, and could not be seen until an enemy came within six
hundred yards of it. Thus the superiority of range of the British
rifles was neutralized, and their guns could not be brought into play
until within reach of the Dervish muskets. The wood was surrounded by a
high zareba, behind which a crowd of Dervishes were assembled. They had
anticipated an attack, and held their fire until the cavalry should
come nearer. This, however, General Hunter had no intention of doing,
and he retired with the information he had gained. His account of the
strength of the position showed the difficulty of taking it by assault.
Next day he again went out with the same force, but this time the
Dervishes were prepared. Their mounted men dashed out from the wood,
and galloped round to cut off the cavalry; while the footmen crowded
out to attack them in front. The cavalry fell back in perfect order,
and one squadron charged forty of the Dervish cavalry, who barred the
line of retreat. These they drove off, but the main body still pressed
forward, and the Maxims opened upon them. The hail of bullets was too
much for the horsemen, and they drew off. Several times they gathered
again for a charge, but on each occasion the Maxims dispersed them. The
unmounted Dervishes were soon left behind, but the horsemen, in spite
of the lesson they had received, followed almost to the camp.
On the afternoon of the 7th of April, the Anglo-Egyptian force marched
out. They started at five in the afternoon, and halted at seven. The
horses were first taken down to water, the infantry by half battalions;
all then lay down to sleep. At one o'clock the word to advance was
passed round quietly. The moon was full and high overhead, so there was
no difficulty in avoiding obstacles. Each brigade marched in square,
accompanied by the guns and the Maxims, and the camels with provisions
and spare ammunition.
At four o'clock they halted again. They had been well guided, and were
now but a short distance from the enemy's position. At sunrise the men
were again on their feet, and advanced to within two hundred yards of
the position from which they were to deliver their attack. The British
brigade--the Camerons, Warwicks, Seaforths, and Lincolns--were on the
left. Next to them came Macdonald's brigade--the three Soudanese
regiments in front, the 2nd Egyptian in support. Farther still to the
right, and touching the river, was Maxwell's brigade, comprising also
three Soudanese regiments and an Egyptian one. Two of the three
Egyptian battalions of Lewis's brigade were placed on the left rear of
the British brigade, the third battalion was in square round the
camels. Two field batteries were in front of the infantry, and two to
the right of Maxwell's brigade.
Half a mile from the zareba the infantry halted, and the artillery and
Maxims opened fire. For an hour a tremendous fire was poured into the
enemy's position, but not a shot was fired in reply, although the
Dervishes could be seen moving among the trees, apparently unconcerned
at the storm of shell and bullets.
Gregory's position had been growing more critical every day. Food was
extremely short; the scanty supplies that the force had brought with
them had been long since exhausted, and they were now subsisting upon
palm nuts. Of these, two were served out daily to each man, a quantity
barely sufficient to keep life together. In spite of the vigilant watch
kept by the more fanatical of Mahmud's followers, desertions had become
frequent, notwithstanding the certain death that awaited those who were
overtaken.
The evening after the cavalry made their first reconnaissance, the
slave who brought Gregory's food told him that Fatma wished to speak to
him. It was but three paces to the entrance of the tent, and his guards
made no objection. The entrance was closed as the slave entered, but
half a minute later it was opened an inch or two, and, without showing
herself, Fatma said:
"Listen to me."
"I am listening," Gregory replied.
"I am in great fear for you. You are in much danger. The Emirs say to
Mahmud that you ought to be killed; their followers are well-nigh
starving--why should an infidel prisoner be eating? His friends are now
close to us, and there will be a battle. None will be spared on either
side--why should this man be spared?
"Mahmud has many cares. The men are furious because he will not lead
them out to fight. Even the emirs are sullen; and Osman Digna, who was
on bad terms with him a short time ago, and who, Mahmud suspects, is
intriguing with them against him, is foremost in urging that an attack
should take place; though everyone knows he is a coward, and never
shows himself in battle, always running away directly he sees that
things are going against him. Still, he has five thousand followers of
his own.
"Mahmud told me today that he had done all in his power but, placed as
he was, he could not withstand the words of the emirs, and the
complaints of the tribesmen. When the battle comes--as it must come in
a day or two--it will need all his influence and the faith of the men
with him to win; and with so much at stake, how can he risk everything
for the sake of a single life, and that the life of an infidel? If you
would agree to aid in working his guns, as the Greeks and Egyptians do,
it would content the emirs."
"That I cannot do," Gregory said. "If I am to be killed, it is the will
of God; but better that, a thousand times, than turn traitor!"
"I knew that it would be so," Fatma said sorrowfully. "What can we do?
At other times, the protection of the harem would cover even one who
had slain a chief; but now that the Baggara are half starving, and mad
with anger and disappointment, even that no longer avails. If they
would brave the anger of the son of the Khalifa, they would not regard
the sanctity of the harem. I wish now that I had advised you to try and
escape when we left Shendy, or even when we first came here. It would
have been difficult, but not impossible; but now I can see no chance.
There is the thorn hedge round the wood, with few openings, and with
men on watch all round to prevent desertion. Several tried to escape
last night--all were caught and killed this morning. Even if it were
possible to pass through, there are bands of horsemen everywhere out on
the plain, keeping watch alike against the approach of the enemy and
the desertion of cowards.
"I have been in despair, all day, that I cannot save the life of one
who saved mine. I have told Mahmud that my honour is concerned, and
that I would give my life for yours. Months ago, he would have braved
the anger of all his army for me, but he has changed much of late. It
is not that he loves me less, but that he has been worried beyond
bearing, and in his troubles he drinks until he forgets them.
"My only hope is that your people will attack tomorrow. Mahmud says
that they will assuredly be beaten; they will be shot down as they
approach, and none will ever be able to get through the hedge. Then,
when they fall back, the Baggara will pour out, horse and foot, and
destroy them. They will then see how right he has been in not letting
them go out into the plain to fight. His influence will be restored,
and your life will be safe.
"We are to be removed to the farther side of the wood, when the
fighting begins; and there all the women are to be gathered, and wait,
till the infidels are utterly destroyed.
"If your people come tomorrow morning, you may be saved. Otherwise I
fear the worst."
"I thank you for what you have done for me," replied Gregory, "and
whatever comes of it, be sure that I shall feel grateful to you, and
shall not blame you for not having been able to do what was impossible.
I hope my friends may come tomorrow, for, whatever my fate may be,
anything is better than uncertainty."
"May Allah protect you!" the woman said, with a sob; "and go now. I
hear Mahmud calling me."