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Vlakfontein: The Derbyshires
Re-capturing the Two Guns
of the Royal Horse Artillery.
From: H. W. Wilson,
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Arthur Conan
Doyle,
The Great Boer War
London, Smith, Elder &
Co., 1902
CHAPTER XXXVI
The Spring Campaign (September-December, 1901)
The history of the war
during the African winter of 1901 has now been sketched, and some account
given of the course of events in the Transvaal, the Orange River Colony, and
the Cape Colony. The hope of the British that they might stamp out
resistance before the grass should restore mobility to the larger bodies of
Boers was destined to be disappointed. By the middle of September the veldt
had turned from drab to green, and the great drama was fated to last for one
more act, however anxious all the British and the majority of the Boers
might be to ring down the curtain. Exasperating as this senseless
prolongation of a hopeless struggle might be, there was still some
consolation in the reflection that those who drank this bitter cup to the
very lees would be less likely to thirst for it again.
September 15th was the date which brought into force the British
Proclamation announcing the banishment of those Boer leaders who continued
in arms. It must be confessed that this step may appear harsh and
unchivalrous to the impartial observer, so long as those leaders were guilty
of no practices which are foreign to the laws of civilised warfare. The
imposition of personal penalties upon the officers of an opposing army is a
step for which it is difficult to quote a precedent, nor is it wise to
officially rule your enemy outside the pale of ordinary warfare, since it is
equally open to him to take the same step against you. The only
justification for such a course would be its complete success, as this would
suggest that the Intelligence Department were aware that the leaders desired
some strong excuse for coming in - such an excuse as the Proclamation would
afford. The result proved that nothing of the kind was needed, and the whole
proceeding must appear to be injudicious and high-handed. In honourable war
you conquer your adversary by superior courage, strength, or wit, but you do
not terrorise him by particular penalties aimed at individuals. The burghers
of the Transvaal and of the late Orange Free State were legitimate
belligerents, and to be treated as such - a statement which does not, of
course, extend to the Afrikander rebels who were their allies.
The tendency of the British had been to treat their antagonists as a broken
and disorganised banditti, but with the breaking of the spring they were
sharply reminded that the burghers were still capable of a formidable and
coherent effort. The very date which put them beyond the pale as
belligerents was that which they seem to have chosen in order to prove what
active and valiant soldiers they still remained. A quick succession of
encounters occurred at various parts of the seat of war, the general
tendency of which was not entirely in favour of the British arms, though the
weekly export of prisoners reassured all who noted it as to the sapping and
decay of the Boer strength. These incidents must now be set down in the
order of their occurrence, with their relation to each other so far as it is
possible to trace it.
General Louis Botha, with the double intention of making an offensive move
and of distracting the wavering burghers from a close examination of Lord
Kitchener's proclamation, assembled his forces in the second week of
September in the Ermelo district. Thence he moved them rapidly towards
Natal, with the result that the volunteers of that colony had once more to
grasp their rifles and hasten to the frontier. The whole situation bore for
an instant an absurd resemblance to that of two years before - Botha playing
the part of Joubert, and Lyttelton, who commanded on the frontier, that of
White. It only remained, to make the parallel complete, that some one should
represent Penn Symons, and this perilous role fell to a gallant officer,
Major Gough, commanding a detached force which thought itself strong enough
to hold its own, and only learned by actual experiment that it was not.
This officer, with a small force consisting of three companies of Mounted
Infantry with two guns of the 69th R.F.A., was operating in the
neighbourhood of Utrecht in the south-eastern corner of the Transvaal, on
the very path along which Botha must descend. On September 17th he had
crossed De Jagers Drift on the Blood River, not very far from Dundee, when
he found himself in touch with the enemy. His mission was to open a path for
an empty convoy returning from Vryheid, and in order to do so it was
necessary that Blood River Poort, where the Boers were now seen, should be
cleared. With admirable zeal Gough pushed rapidly forward, supported by a
force of 350 Johannesburg Mounted Rifles under Stewart. Such a proceeding
must have seemed natural to any British officer at this stage of the war,
when a swift advance was the only chance of closing with the small bodies of
Boers; but it is strange that the Intelligence Department had not warned the
patrols upon the frontier that a considerable force was coming down upon
them, and that they should be careful to avoid action against impossible
odds. If Gough had known that Botha's main commando was coming down upon
him, it is inconceivable that he would have pushed his advance until he
could neither extricate his men nor his guns. A small body of the enemy,
said to have been the personal escort of Louis Botha, led him on, until a
large force was able to ride down upon him from the flank and rear.
Surrounded at Scheepers Nek by many hundreds of riflemen in a difficult
country, there was no alternative but a surrender, and so sharp and sudden
was the Boer advance that the whole action was over in a very short time.
The new tactics of the Boers, already used at Vlakfontein, and afterwards to
be successful at Brakenlaagte and at Tweebosch, were put in force. A large
body of mounted men, galloping swiftly in open order and firing from the
saddle, rode into and over the British. Such temerity should in theory have
met with severe punishment, but as a matter of fact the losses of the enemy
seem to have been very small. The soldiers were not able to return an
effective fire from their horses, and had no time to dismount. The sights
and breech-blocks of the two guns are said to have been destroyed, but the
former statement seems more credible than the latter. A Colt gun was also
captured. Of the small force twenty were killed, forty wounded, and over two
hundred taken. Stewart's force was able to extricate itself with some
difficulty, and to fall back on the Drift. Gough managed to escape that
night and to report that it was Botha himself, with over a thousand men,
who had eaten up his detachment. The prisoners and wounded were sent in a
few days later to Vryheid, a town which appeared to be in some danger of
capture had not Walter Kitchener hastened to carry reinforcements to the
garrison. Bruce Hamilton was at the same time despatched to head Botha off,
and every step taken to prevent his southern advance. So many columns from
all parts converged upon the danger spot that Lyttelton, who commanded upon
the Natal frontier, had over 20,000 men under his orders.
Botha's plans appear to have been to work through Zululand and then strike
at Natal, an operation which would be the more easy as it would be conducted
a considerable distance from the railway line. Pushing on a few days after
his successful action with Gough, he crossed the Zulu frontier, and had in
front of him an almost unimpeded march as far as the Tugela. Crossing this
far from the British base of power, his force could raid the Greytown
district and raise recruits among the Dutch farmers, laying waste one of the
few spots in South Africa which had been untouched by the blight of war. All
this lay before him, and in his path nothing save only two small British
posts which might be either disregarded or gathered up as he passed. In an
evil moment for himself, tempted by the thought of the supplies which they
might contain, he stopped to gather them up, and the force of the wave of
invasion broke itself as upon two granite rocks.
These two so-called forts were posts of very modest strength, a chain of
which had been erected at the time of the old Zulu war. Fort Itala, the
larger, was garrisoned by 300 men of the 5th Mounted Infantry, drawn from
the Dublin Fusiliers, Middlesex, Dorsets, South Lancashires, and Lancashire
Fusiliers - most of them old soldiers of many battles. They had two guns of
the 69th R.F.A., the same battery which had lost a section the week before.
Major Chapman, of the Dublins, was in command.
Upon September 25th the small garrison heard that the main force of the
Boers was sweeping towards them, and prepared to give them a soldiers'
welcome. The fort is situated upon the flank of a hill, on the summit of
which, a mile from the main trenches, a strong outpost was stationed. It was
upon this that the first force of the attack broke at midnight of September
25th. The garrison, eighty strong, was fiercely beset by several hundred
Boers, and the post was eventually carried after a sharp and bloody contest.
Kane, of the South Lancashires, died with the words 'No surrender' upon his
lips, and Potgieter, a Boer leader, was pistolled by Kane's fellow officer,
Lefroy. Twenty of the small garrison fell, and the remainder were
overpowered and taken.
With this vantage-ground in their possession the Boers settled down to the
task of overwhelming the main position. They attacked upon three sides, and
until morning the force was raked from end to end by unseen riflemen. The
two British guns were put out of action and the maxim was made unserviceable
by a bullet. At dawn there was a pause in the attack, but it recommenced and
continued without intermission until sunset. The span betwixt the rising of
the sun and its last red glow in the west is a long one for the man who
spends it at his ease, but how never-ending must have seemed the hours to
this handful of men, outnumbered, surrounded, pelted by bullets, parched
with thirst, torn with anxiety, holding desperately on with dwindling
numbers to their frail defences! To them it may have seemed a hard thing to
endure so much for a tiny fort in a savage land. The larger view of its
vital importance could have scarcely come to console the regimental officer,
far less the private. But duty carried them through, and they wrought better
than they knew, for the brave Dutchmen, exasperated by so disproportionate a
resistance, stormed up to the very trenches and suffered as they had not
suffered for many a long month. There have been battles with 10,000 British
troops hotly engaged in which the Boer losses have not been so great as in
this obscure conflict against an isolated post. When at last, baffled and
disheartened, they drew off with the waning light, it is said that no fewer
than a hundred of their dead and two hundred of their wounded attested the
severity of the fight. So strange are the conditions of South African
warfare that this loss, which would have hardly made a skirmish memorable in
the slogging days of the Peninsula, was one of the most severe blows which
the burghers had sustained in the course of a two years' warfare against a
large and aggressive army. There is a conflict of evidence as to the exact
figures, but at least they were sufficient to beat the Boer army back and to
change their plan of campaign.
Whilst this prolonged contest had raged round Fort Itala, a similar attack
upon a smaller scale was being made upon Fort Prospect, some fifteen miles
to the eastward. This small post was held by a handful of Durham Artillery
Militia and of Dorsets. The attack was delivered by Grobler with several
hundred burghers, but it made no advance although it was pushed with great
vigour, and repeated many times in the course of the day. Captain Rowley,
who was in command, handled his men with such judgment that one killed and
eight wounded represented his casualties during a long day's fighting. Here
again the Boer losses were in proportion to the resolution of their attack,
and are said to have amounted to sixty killed and wounded. Considering the
impossibility of replacing the men, and the fruitless waste of valuable
ammunition, September 26th was an evil day for the Boer cause. The British
casualties amounted to seventy-three.
The water of the garrison of Fort Itala had been cut off early in the
attack, and their ammunition had run low by evening. Chapman withdrew his
men and his guns therefore to Nkandhla, where the survivors of his gallant
garrison received the special thanks of Lord Kitchener. The country around
was still swarming with Boers, and on the last day of September a convoy
from Melmoth fell into their hands and provided them with some badly needed
supplies.
But the check which he had received was sufficient to prevent any important
advance upon the part of Botha, while the swollen state of the rivers put an
additional obstacle in his way. Already the British commanders, delighted to
have at last discovered a definite objective, were hurrying to the scene of
action. Bruce Hampton had reached Fort Itala upon September 28th and Walter
Kitchener had been despatched to Vryheid. Two British forces, aided by
smaller columns, were endeavouring to surround the Boer leader. On October
6th Botha had fallen back to the north-east of Vryheid, whither the British
forces had followed him. Like De Wet's invasion of the Cape, Botha's advance
upon Natal had ended in placing himself and his army in a critical position.
On October 9th he had succeeded in crossing the Privaan River, a branch of
the Pongolo, and was pushing north in the direction of Piet Retief, much
helped by misty weather and incessant rain. Some of his force escaped
between the British columns, and some remained in the kloofs and forests of
that difficult country.
Walter Kitchener, who had followed up the Boer retreat, had a brisk
engagement with the rearguard upon October 6th. The Boers shook themselves
clear with some loss, both to themselves and to their pursuers. On the 10th
those of the burghers who held together had reached Luneburg, and shortly
afterwards they had got completely away from the British columns. The
weather was atrocious, and the lumbering wagons, axle-deep in mud, made it
impossible for troops who were attached to them to keep in touch with the
light riders who sped before them. For some weeks there was no word of the
main Boer force, but at the end of that time they reappeared in a manner
which showed that both in numbers and in spirit they were still a formidable
body.
Of all the sixty odd British columns which were traversing the Boer states
there was not one which had a better record than that commanded by Colonel
Benson. During seven months of continuous service this small force,
consisting at that time of the Argyle and Sutherland Highlanders, the 2nd
Scottish Horse, the 18th and 19th Mounted Infantry, and two guns, had acted
with great energy, and had reduced its work to a complete and highly
effective system. Leaving the infantry as a camp guard, Benson operated with
mounted troops alone, and no Boer laager within fifty miles was safe from
his nocturnal visits. So skilful had he and his men become at these night
attacks in a strange, and often difficult country, that out of twenty-eight
attempts twenty-one resulted in complete success. In each case the rule was
simply to gallop headlong into the Boer laager, and to go on chasing as far
as the horses could go. The furious and reckless pace may be judged by the
fact that the casualties of the force were far greater from falls than from
bullets. In seven months forty-seven Boers were killed and six hundred
captured, to say nothing of enormous quantities of munitions and stock. The
success of these operations was due, not only to the energy of Benson and
his men, but to the untiring exertions of Colonel Wools-Sampson, who acted
as intelligence officer. If, during his long persecution by President
Kruger, Wools-Sampson in the bitterness of his heart had vowed a feud
against the Boer cause, it must be acknowledged that he has most amply
fulfilled it, for it would be difficult to point to any single man who has
from first to last done them greater harm.
In October Colonel Benson's force was reorganised, and it then consisted of
the 2nd Buffs, the 2nd Scottish Horse, the 3rd and 25th Mounted Infantry,
and four guns of the 84th battery. With this force, numbering nineteen
hundred men, he left Middelburg upon the Delagoa line on October 20th and
proceeded south, crossing the course along which the Boers, who were
retiring from their abortive raid into Natal, might be expected to come. For
several days the column performed its familiar work, and gathered up forty
or fifty prisoners. On the 26th came news that the Boer commandos under
Grobler were concentrating against it, and that an attack in force might be
expected. For two days there was continuous sniping, and the column as it
moved through the country saw Boer horsemen keeping pace with it on the far
flanks and in the rear. The weather had been very bad, and it was in a
deluge of cold driving rain that the British set forth upon October 30th,
moving towards Brakenlaagte, which is a point about forty miles due south of
Middelburg. It was Benson's intention to return to his base.
About midday the column, still escorted by large bodies of aggressive Boers,
came to a difficult spruit swollen by the rain. Here the wagons stuck, and
it took some hours to get them all across. The Boer fire was continually
becoming more severe, and had broken out at the head of the column as well
as the rear. The situation was rendered more difficult by the violence of
the rain, which raised a thick steam from the ground and made it impossible
to see for any distance. Major Anley, in command of the rearguard, peering
back, saw through a rift of the clouds a large body of horsemen in extended
order sweeping after them. 'There's miles of them, begob! ' cried an excited
Irish trooper. Next instant the curtain had closed once more, but all who
had caught a glimpse of that vision knew that a stern struggle was at hand.
At this moment two guns of the 84th battery under Major Guinness were in
action against Boer riflemen. As a rear screen on the farther side of the
guns was a body of the Scottish Horse and of the Yorkshire Mounted Infantry.
Near the guns themselves were thirty men of the Buffs. The rest of the Buffs
and of the Mounted Infantry were out upon the flanks or else were with the
advance guard, which was now engaged, under the direction of Colonel
Wools-Sampson, in parking the convoy and in forming the camp. These troops
played a small part in the day's fighting, the whole force of which broke
with irresistible violence upon the few hundred men who were in front of or
around the rear guns. Colonel Benson seems to have just ridden back to the
danger point when the Boers delivered their furious attack.
Louis Botha with his commando is said to have ridden sixty miles in order to
join the forces of Grobler and Oppermann, and overwhelm the British column.
It may have been the presence of their commander or a desire to have
vengeance for the harrying which they had undergone upon the Natal border,
but whatever the reason, the Boer attack was made with a spirit and dash
which earned the enthusiastic applause of every soldier who survived to
describe it. With the low roar of a great torrent, several hundred horsemen
burst through the curtain of mist, riding at a furious pace for the British
guns. The rear screen of Mounted Infantry fell back before this terrific
rush, and the two bodies of horsemen came pell-mell down upon the handful of
Buffs and the guns. The infantry were ridden into and surrounded by the
Boers, who found nothing to stop them from galloping on to the low ridge
upon which the guns were stationed. This ridge was held by eighty of the
Scottish Horse and forty of the Yorkshire M.I., with a few riflemen from the
25th Mounted Infantry. The latter were the escort of the guns, but the
former were the rear screen who had fallen back rapidly because it was the
game to do so, but who were in no way shaken, and who instantly dismounted
and formed when they reached a defensive position.
These men had hardly time to take up their ground when the Boers were on
them. With that extraordinary quickness to adapt their tactics to
circumstances which is the chief military virtue of the Boers, the horsemen
did not gallop over the crest, but lined the edge of it, and poured a
withering fire on to the guns and the men beside them. The heroic nature of
the defence can be best shown by the plain figures of the casualties. No
rhetoric is needed to adorn that simple record. There were thirty-two
gunners round the guns, and twenty-nine fell where they stood. Major
Guinness was mortally wounded while endeavouring with his own hands to fire a
round of case. There were sixty-two casualties out of eighty among the
Scottish Horse, and the Yorkshires were practically annihilated. Altogether
123 men fell, out of about 160 on the ridge. 'Hard pounding, gentlemen,' as
Wellington remarked at Waterloo, and British troops seemed as ready as ever
to endure it.
The gunners were, as usual, magnificent. Of the two little bullet-pelted
groups of men around the guns there was not one who did not stand to his
duty without flinching. Corporal Atkin was shot down with all his comrades,
but still endeavoured with his failing strength to twist the breech-block
out of the gun. Another bullet passed through his upraised hands as he did
it. Sergeant Hayes, badly wounded, and the last survivor of the crew, seized
the lanyard, crawled up the trail, and fired a last round before he fainted.
Sergeant Mathews, with three bullets through him, kept steadily to his duty.
Five drivers tried to bring up a limber and remove the gun, but all of them,
with all the horses, were hit. There have been incidents in this war which
have not increased our military reputation, but you might search the
classical records of valour and fail to find anything finer than the
consistent conduct of the British artillery.
Colonel Benson was hit in the knee and again in the stomach, but wounded as
he was he despatched a message back to Wools-Sampson, asking him to burst
shrapnel over the ridge so as to prevent the Boers from carrying off the
guns. The burghers had ridden in among the litter of dead and wounded men
which marked the British position, and some of the baser of them, much
against the will of their commanders, handled the injured soldiers with
great brutality. The shell-fire drove them back, however, and the two guns
were left standing alone, with no one near them save their prostrate gunners
and escort.
There has been some misunderstanding as to the part played by the Buffs in
this action, and words have been used which seem to imply that they had in
some way failed their mounted companions. It is due to the honour of one of
the finest regiments in the British army to clear this up. As a matter of
fact, the greater part of the regiment under Major Dauglish was engaged in
defending the camp. Near the guns there were four separate small bodies of
Buffs, none of which appears to have been detailed as an escort. One of
these parties, consisting of thirty men under Lieutenant Greatwood, was
ridden over by the horsemen, and the same fate befell a party of twenty who
were far out upon the flank. Another small body under Lieutenant Lynch was
over taken by the same charge, and was practically destroyed, losing
nineteen killed and wounded out of thirty. In the rear of the guns was a
larger body of Buffs, 130 in number, under Major Eales. When the guns were
taken this handful attempted a counter-attack, but Eales soon saw that it
was a hopeless effort, and he lost thirty of his men before he could
extricate himself. Had these men been with the others on the gun ridge they
might have restored the fight, but they had not reached it when the position
was taken, and to persevere in the attempt to retake it would have led to
certain disaster. The only just criticism to which the regiment is open is
that, having just come off blockhouse duty, they were much out of condition,
which caused the men to straggle and the movements to be unduly slow.
It was fortunate that the command of the column devolved upon so experienced
and cool-headed a soldier as Wools-Sampson. To attempt a counter-attack for
the purpose of recapturing the guns would, in case of disaster, have risked
the camp and the convoy. The latter was the prize which the Boers had
particularly in view, and to expose it would be to play their game. Very
wisely, therefore, Wools-Sampson held the attacking Boers off with his guns
and his riflemen, while every spare pair of hands was set to work
entrenching the position and making it impregnable against attack. Outposts
were stationed upon all those surrounding points which might command the
camp, and a summons to surrender from the Boer leader was treated with
contempt. All day a long-range fire, occasionally very severe, rained upon
the camp. Colonel Benson was brought in by the ambulance, and used his dying
breath in exhorting his subordinate to hold out. 'No more night marches' are
said to have been the last words spoken by this gallant soldier as he passed
away in the early morning after the action. On October 31st the force
remained on the defensive, but early on November 1st the gleaming of two
heliographs, one to the north-east and one to the southwest, told that two
British columns, those of De Lisle and of Barter, were hastening to the
rescue. But the Boers had passed as the storm does, and nothing but their
swathe of destruction was left to show where they had been. They had taken
away the guns during the night, and were already beyond the reach of
pursuit.
Such was the action at Brakenlaagte, which cost the British sixty men killed
and 170 wounded, together with two guns. Colonel Benson, Colonel Guinness,
Captain Eyre Lloyd of the Guards, Major Murray and Captain Lindsay of the
Scottish Horse, with seven other officers were among the dead, while sixteen
officers were wounded. The net result of the action was that the British
rear-guard had been annihilated, but that the main body and the convoy,
which was the chief object of the attack, was saved. The Boer loss was
considerable, being about one hundred and fifty. In spite of the Boer
success nothing could suit the British better than hard fighting of the
sort, since whatever the immediate result of it might be, it must
necessarily cause a wastage among the enemy which could never be replaced.
The gallantry of the Boer charge was only equalled by that of the resistance
offered round the guns, and it is an action to which both sides can look
back without shame or regret. It was feared that the captured guns would
soon be used to break the blockhouse line, but nothing of the kind was
attempted, and within a few weeks they were both recovered by British
columns.
In order to make a consecutive and intelligible narrative, I will continue
with an account of the operations in this south-eastern portion of the
Transvaal from the action of Brakenlaagte down to the end of the year 1901.
These were placed in the early part of November. under the supreme command
of General Bruce Hamilton, and that energetic commander set in motion a
number of small columns, which effected numerous captures. He was much
helped in his work by the new lines of blockhouses, one of which extended
from Standerton to Ermelo, while another connected Brugspruit with
Greylingstad. The huge country was thus cut into manageable districts, and
the fruits were soon seen by the large returns of prisoners which came from
this part of the seat of war.
Upon December 3rd Bruce Hamilton, who had the valuable assistance of
Wools-Sampson to direct his intelligence, struck swiftly out from Ermelo and
fell upon a Boer laager in the early morning, capturing ninety-six
prisoners. On the 10th he overwhelmed the Bethel commando by a similar
march, killing seven and capturing 131. Williams and Wing commanded separate
columns in this operation, and their energy may be judged from the fact that
they covered fifty-one miles during the twenty-four hours. On the 12th
Hamilton's columns were on the war-path once more, and another commando was
wiped out. Sixteen killed and seventy prisoners were the fruits of this
expedition. For the second time in a week the columns had done their fifty
miles a day, and it was no surprise to hear from their commander that they
were in need of a rest. Nearly four hundred prisoners had been taken from
the most warlike portion of the Transvaal in ten days by one energetic
commander, with a list of twenty-five casualties to ourselves. The thanks of
the Secretary of War were specially sent to him for his brilliant work. From
then until the end of the year 1901, numbers of smaller captures continued
to be reported from the same region, where Plumer, Spens, Mackenzie,
Rawlinson, and others were working. On the other hand there was one small
setback which occurred to a body of two hundred Mounted Infantry under Major
Bridgford, who had been detached from Spens's column to search some
farmhouses at a place called Holland, to the south of Ermelo. The expedition
set forth upon the night of December 19th, and next morning surrounded and
examined the farms.
The British force became divided in doing this work, and were suddenly
attacked by several hundred of Britz's commando, who came to close quarters
through their khaki dress, which enabled them to pass as Plumer's vanguard.
The brunt of the fight fell upon an outlying body of fifty men, nearly all
of whom were killed, wounded or taken. A second body of fifty men were
overpowered in the same way, after a creditable defence. Fifteen of the
British were killed and thirty wounded, while Bridgford the commander was
also taken. Spens came up shortly afterwards with the column, and the Boers
were driven off. There seems every reason to think that upon this occasion
the plans of the British had leaked out, and that a deliberate ambush had
been laid for them round the farms, but in such operations these are chances
against which it is not always possible to guard. Considering the number of
the Boers, and the cleverness of their dispositions, the British were
fortunate in being able to extricate their force without greater loss, a
feat which was largely due to the leading of Lieutenant Sterling.
Leaving the Eastern Transvaal, the narrative must now return to several
incidents of importance which had occurred at various points of the seat of
war during the latter months of 1901.
On September 19th, two days after Gough's disaster, a misfortune occurred
near Bloemfontein by which two guns and a hundred and forty men fell
temporarily into the hands of the enemy. These guns, belonging to U battery,
were moving south under an escort of Mounted Infantry, from that very
Sanna's Post which had been so fatal to the same battery eighteen months
before. When fifteen miles south of the Waterworks, at a place called
Vlakfontein (another Vlakfontein from that of General Dixon's engagement),
the small force was surrounded and captured by Ackermann'n commando. The
gunner officer, Lieutenant Barry, died beside his guns in the way that
gunner officers have. Guns and men were taken, however, the latter to be
released, and the former to be recovered a week or two later by the British
columns. It is certainly a credit to the Boers that the spring campaign
should have opened by four British guns falling into their hands, and it is
impossible to withhold our admiration for those gallant farmers who, after
two years of exhausting warfare, were still able to turn upon a formidable
and victorious enemy, and to renovate their supplies at his expense.
Two days later, hard on the heels of Gough's mishap, of the Vlakfontein
incident, and of the annihilation of the squadron of Lancers in the Cape,
there was a serious affair at Elands Kloof, near Zastron, in the extreme
south of the Orange River Colony. In this a detachment of the Highland
Scouts raised by the public spirit of Lord Lovat was surprised at night and
very severely handled by Kritzinger's commando. The loss of Colonel Murray,
their commander, of the adjutant of the same name, and of forty-two out of
eighty of the Scouts, shows how fell was the attack, which broke as sudden
and as strong as a South African thunderstorm upon the unconscious camp. The
Boers appear to have eluded the outposts and crept right among the sleeping
troops, as they did in the case of the Victorians at Wilmansrust. Twelve
gunners were also hit, and the only field gun taken. The retiring Boers were
swiftly followed up by Thorneycroft's column, however, and the gun was
retaken, together with twenty of Kritzinger's men. It must be confessed that
there seems some irony in the fact that, within five days of the British
ruling by which the Boers were no longer a military force, these
non-belligerents had inflicted a loss of nearly six hundred men killed,
wounded, or taken. Two small commandos, that of Koch in the Orange River
Colony, and that of Carolina, had been captured by Williams and Benson.
Combined they only numbered a hundred and nine men, but here, as always,
they were men who could never be replaced.
Those who had followed the war with care, and had speculated upon the
future, were prepared on hearing of Botha's movement upon Natal to learn
that De la Rey had also made some energetic attack in the western quarter of
the Transvaal. Those who had formed this expectation were not disappointed,
for upon the last day of September the Boer chief struck fiercely at
Kekewich's column in a vigorous night attack, which led to as stern an
encounter as any in the campaign. This was the action at Moedwill, near
Magato Nek, in the Magaliesberg.
When last mentioned De la Rey was in the Marico district, near Zeerust,
where he fought two actions with Methuen in the early part of September.
Thence he made his way to Rustenburg and into the Magaliesberg country,
where he joined Kemp. The Boer force was followed up by two British columns
under Kekewich and Fetherstonhaugh. The former commander had camped upon the
night of Sunday, September 30th, at the farm of Moedwill, in a strong
position within a triangle formed by the Selous River on the west, a donga
on the east, and the Zeerust-Rustenburg road as a base. The apex of the
triangle pointed north, with a ridge on the farther side of the river.
The men with Kekewich were for the most part the same as those who had
fought in the Vlakfontein engagement - the Derbys, the 1st Scottish Horse,
the Yeomanry, and the 28th R.F.A. Every precaution appears to have been
taken by the leader, and his pickets were thrown out so far that ample
warning was assured of an attack. The Boer onslaught came so suddenly and
fiercely, however, in the early morning, that the posts upon the river bank
were driven in or destroyed and the riflemen from the ridge on the farther
side were able to sweep the camp with their fire. In numbers the two forces
were not unequal, but the Boers had already obtained the tactical advantage,
and were playing a game in which they are the schoolmasters of the world.
Never has the British spirit flamed up more fiercely, and from the commander
to the latest yeoman recruit there was not a man who flinched from a
difficult and almost a desperate task. The Boers must at all hazard be
driven from the position which enabled them to command the camp. No retreat
was possible without such an abandonment of stores as would amount to a
disaster. In the confusion and the uncertain light of early dawn there was
no chance of a concerted movement, though Kekewich made such dispositions as
were possible with admirable coolness and promptness. Squadrons and
companies closed in upon the river bank with the one thought of coming to
close quarters and driving the enemy from their commanding position. Already
more than half the horses and a very large number of officers and men had
gone down before the pelting bullets. Scottish Horse, Yeomanry, and Derbys
pushed on, the young soldiers of the two former corps keeping pace with the
veteran regiment. 'All the men behaved simply splendidly,' said a spectator,
'taking what little cover there was and advancing yard by yard. An order was
given to try and saddle up a squadron, with the idea of getting round their
flank. I had the saddle almost on one of my ponies when he was hit in two
places. Two men trying to saddle alongside of me were both shot dead, and
Lieutenant Wortley was shot through the knee. I ran back to where I had been
firing from and found the Colonel slightly hit, the Adjutant wounded and
dying, and men dead and wounded all round.' But the counter-attack soon
began to make way. At first the advance was slow, but soon it quickened into
a magnificent rush, the wounded Kekewich whooping on his men, and the guns
coming into action as the enemy began to fall back before the fierce charge
of the British riflemen. At six o'clock De la Rey's burghers had seen that
their attempt was hopeless, and were in full retreat - a retreat which could
not be harassed by the victors, whose cavalry had been converted by that
hail of bullets into footmen. The repulse had been absolute and complete,
for not a man or a cartridge had been taken from the British, but the price
paid in killed and wounded was a heavy one. No fewer than 161 had been hit,
including the gallant leader, whose hurt did not prevent him from resuming
his duties within a few days. The heaviest losses fell upon the Scottish
Horse, and upon the Derbys; but the Yeomanry also proved on this, as on some
other occasions, how ungenerous were the criticisms to which they had been
exposed. There are few actions in the war which appear to have been more
creditable to the troops engaged.
Though repulsed at Moedwill, De la Rey, the grim, long-bearded fighting man,
was by no means discouraged. From the earliest days of the campaign, when he
first faced Methuen upon the road to Kimberley, he had shown that he was a
most dangerous antagonist, tenacious, ingenious, and indomitable. With him
were a body of irreconcilable burghers, who were the veterans of many
engagements, and in Kemp he had an excellent fighting subordinate. His
command extended over a wide stretch of populous country, and at any time he
could bring considerable reinforcements to his aid, who would separate again
to their farms and hiding-places when their venture was accomplished. For
some weeks after the fight at Moedwill the Boer forces remained quiet in
that district. Two British columns had left Zeerust on October 17th, under
Methuen and Von Donop, in order to sweep the surrounding country, the one
working in the direction of Elands River and the other in that of
Rustenburg. They returned to Zeerust twelve days later, after a successful
foray, which had been attended with much sniping and skirmishing, but only
one action which is worthy of record.
This was fought on October 24th at a spot near Kleinfontein, upon the Great
Marico River, which runs to the north-east of Zeerust. Von Donop's column
was straggling through very broken and bush-covered country when it was
furiously charged in the flank and rear by two separate bodies of burghers.
Kemp, who commanded the flank attack, cut into the line of wagons and
destroyed eight of them, killing many of the Kaffir drivers, before he could
be driven off. De la Rey and Steenkamp, who rushed the rear-guard, had a
more desperate contest. The Boer horsemen got among the two guns of the 4th
R.F.A., and held temporary possession of them, but the small escort were
veterans of the 'Fighting Fifth,' who lived up to the traditions of their
famous north-country regiment. Of the gun crews of the section, amounting to
about twenty-six men, the young officer, Hill, and sixteen men were hit. Of
the escort of Northumberland Fusiliers hardly a man was left standing, and
forty-one of the supporting Yeomanry were killed and wounded. It was for
some little time a fierce and concentrated struggle at the shortest of
ranges. The British horsemen came galloping to the rescue, however, and the
attack was finally driven back into that broken country from which it had
come. Forty dead Boers upon the ground, with their brave chieftain,
Ouisterhuisen, amongst them, showed how manfully the attack had been driven
home. The British losses were twenty-eight killed and fifty-six wounded.
Somewhat mauled, and with eight missing wagons, the small column made its
way back to Zeerust.
>From this incident until the end of the year nothing of importance occurred
in this part of the seat of war, save for a sharp and well-managed action at
Beestekraal upon October 29th, in which seventy-nine Boers were surrounded
and captured by Kekewich's horsemen. The process of attrition went very
steadily forwards, and each of the British columns returned its constant
tale of prisoners. The blockhouse system had now been extended to such an
extent that the Magaliesberg was securely held, and a line had been pushed
through from Klerksdorp and Fredericstad to Ventersdorp. One of Colonel
Hickie's Yeomanry patrols was roughly handled near Brakspruit upon November
13th, but with this exception the points scored were all upon one side.
Methuen and Kekewich came across early in November from Zeerust to
Klerksdorp, and operated from the railway line. The end of the year saw them
both in the Wolmaranstad district, where they were gathering up prisoners
and clearing the country.
Of the events in the other parts of the Transvaal, during the last three
months of the year 1901, there is not much to be said. In all parts the
lines of blockhouses and of constabulary posts were neutralising the Boer
mobility, and bringing them more and more within reach of the British. The
only fighting forces left in the Transvaal were those under Botha in the
south-east and those under De la Rey in the west. The others attempted
nothing save to escape from their pursuers, and when overtaken they usually
gave in without serious opposition. Among the larger hauls may be mentioned
that of Dawkins in the Nylstrom district (seventy-six prisoners), Kekewich
(seventy-eight), Colenbrander in the north (fifty-seven), Dawkins and
Colenbrander (104), Colenbrander (sixty-two); but the great majority of the
captures were in smaller bodies, gleaned from the caves, the kloofs, and the
farmhouses.
Only two small actions during these months appear to call for any separate
notice. The first was an attack made by Buys' commando, upon November 20th,
on the Railway Pioneers when at work near Villiersdorp, in the extreme
north-east of the Orange River Colony. This corps, consisting mainly of
miners from Johannesburg, had done invaluable service during the war. On
this occasion a working party of them was suddenly attacked, and most of
them taken prisoners. Major Fisher, who commanded the pioneers, was killed,
and three other officers with several men were wounded. Colonel Rimington's
column appeared upon the scene, however, and drove off the Boers, who left
their leader, Buys, a wounded prisoner in our hands.
The second action was a sharp attack delivered by Muller's Boers upon
Colonel Park's column on the night of December 19th, at Elandspruit. The
fight was sharp while it lasted, but it ended in the repulse of the
assailants. The British casualties were six killed and twenty-four wounded.
The Boers, who left eight dead behind them, suffered probably to about the
same extent.
Already the most striking and pleasing feature in the Transvaal was the
tranquillity of its central provinces, and the way in which the population
was settling down to its old avocations. Pretoria had resumed its normal
quiet life, while its larger and more energetic neighbour was rapidly
recovering from its two years of paralysis. Every week more stamps were
dropped in the mines, and from month to month a steady increase in the
output showed that the great staple industry of the place would soon be as
vigorous as ever. Most pleasing of all was the restoration of safety upon
the railway lines, which, save for some precautions at night, had resumed
their normal traffic. When the observer took his eyes from the dark clouds
which shadowed every horizon, he could not but rejoice at the ever-widening
central stretch of peaceful blue which told that the storm was nearing its
end.
Having now dealt with the campaign in the Transvaal down to the end of 1901,
it only remains to bring the chronicle of the events in the Orange River
Colony down to the same date. Reference has already been made to two small
British reverses which occurred in September, the loss of two guns to the
south of the Waterworks near Bloemfontein, and the surprise of the camp of
Lord Lovat's Scouts. There were some indications at this time that a
movement had been planned through the passes of the Drakensberg by a small
Free State force which should aid Louis Botha's invasion of Natal. The main
movement was checked, however, and the demonstration in aid of it came to
nothing.
The blockhouse system had been developed to a very complete extent in the
Orange River Colony, and the small bands of Boers found it increasingly
difficult to escape from the British columns who were for ever at their
heels. The southern portion of the country had been cut off from the
northern by a line which extended through Bloemfontein on the east to the
Basuto frontier, and on the west to Jacobsdal. To the south of this line the
Boer resistance had practically ceased, although several columns moved
continually through it, and gleaned up the broken fragments of the
commandos. The north-west had also settled down to a large extent, and
during the last three months of 1901 no action of importance occurred in
that region. Even in the turbulent north-east, which had always been the
centre of resistance, there was little opposition to the British columns,
which continued every week to send in their tale of prisoners. Of the column
commanders, Williams, Damant, Du Moulin, Lowry Cole, and Wilson were the
most successful. In their operations they were much aided by the South
African Constabulary. One young officer of this force, Major Pack-Beresford,
especially distinguished himself by his gallantry and ability. His premature
death from enteric was a grave loss to the British army. Save for one
skirmish of Colonel Wilson's early in October, and another of Byng's on
November 14th, there can hardly be said to have been any actual fighting
until the events late in December which I am about to describe.
In the meanwhile the peaceful organisation of the country was being pushed
forward as rapidly as in the Transvaal, although here the problems presented
were of a different order, and the population an exclusively Dutch one. The
schools already showed a higher attendance than in the days before the war,
while a continual stream of burghers presented themselves to take the oath
of allegiance, and even to join the ranks against their own irreconcilable
countrymen, whom they looked upon with justice as the real authors of their
troubles.
Towards the end of November there were signs that the word had gone forth
for a fresh concentration of the fighting Boers in their old haunts in the
Heilbron district, and early in December it was known that the indefatigable
De Wet was again in the field. He had remained quiet so long that there bad
been persistent rumours of his injury and even of his death, but he was soon
to show that he was as alive as ever. President Steyn was ill of a most
serious complaint, caused possibly by the mental and physical sufferings
which he had undergone; but with an indomitable resolution which makes one
forget and forgive the fatuous policy which brought him and his State to
such a pass, be still appeared in his Cape cart at the laager of the
faithful remnant of his commandos. To those who remembered how widespread
was our conviction of the half-heartedness of the Free Staters at the
outbreak of the war, it was indeed a revelation to see them after two years
still making a stand against the forces which had crushed them.
It had been long evident that the present British tactics of scouring the
country and capturing the isolated burghers must in time bring the war to a
conclusion. From the Boer point of view the only hope, or at least the only
glory, lay in reassembling once more in larger bodies and trying conclusions
with some of the British columns. It was with this purpose that De Wet early
in December assembled Wessels, Manie Botha, and others of his lieutenants,
together with a force of about two thousand men, in the Heilbron district.
Small as this force was, it was admirably mobile, and every man in it was a
veteran, toughened and seasoned by two years of constant fighting. De Wet's
first operations were directed against an isolated column of Colonel
Wilson's, which was surrounded within twenty miles of Heilbron. Rimington,
in response to a heliographic call for assistance, hurried with admirable
promptitude to the scene of action, and joined hands with Wilson. De Wet's
men were as numerous, however, as the two columns combined, and they
harassed the return march into Heilbron. A determined attack was made on the
convoy and on the rearguard, but it was beaten off. That night Rimington's
camp was fired into by a large body of Boers, but he had cleverly moved his
men away from the fires, so that no harm was done. The losses in these
operations were small, but with troops which bad not been trained in this
method of fighting the situation would have been a serious one. For a
fortnight or more after this the burghers contented themselves by
skirmishing with British columns and avoiding a drive which Elliot's forces
made against them. On December 18th they took the offensive, however, and
within a week fought three actions, two of which ended in their favour.
News had come to British headquarters that Kaffir's Kop, to the north-west
of Bethlehem, was a centre of Boer activity. Three columns were therefore
turned in that direction, Elliot's, Barker's, and Dartnell's. Some desultory
skirmishing ensued, which was only remarkable for the death of Haasbroek, a
well-known Boer leader. As the columns separated again, unable to find an
objective, De Wet suddenly showed one of them that their failure was not due
to his absence. Dartnell bad retraced his steps nearly as far as Eland's
River Bridge, when the Boer leader sprang out of his lair in the Langberg
and threw himself upon him. The burghers attempted to ride in, as they had
successfully done at Brakenlaagte, but they were opposed by the steady old
troopers of the two regiments of Imperial Horse, and by a General who was
familiar with every Boer ruse. The horsemen never got nearer than 150 yards
to the British line, and were beaten back by the steady fire which met them.
Finding that he made no headway, and learning that Campbell's column was
coming up from Bethlehem, De Wet withdrew his men after four hours'
fighting. Fifteen were hit upon the British side, and the Boer loss seems to
have been certainly as great or greater.
De Wet's general aim in his operations seems to have been to check the
British blockhouse building. With his main force in the Langberg he could
threaten the line which was now being erected between Bethlehem and
Harrismith, a line against which his main commando was destined, only two
months later, to beat itself in vain. Sixty miles to the north a second line
was being run across country from Frankfort to Standerton, and had reached a
place called Tafelkop. A covering party of East Lancashires and Yeomanry
watched over the workers, but De Wet had left a portion of his force in that
neighbourhood, and they harassed the blockhouse builders to such an extent
that General Hamilton, who was in command, found it necessary to send in to
Frankfort for support. The British columns there had just returned exhausted
from a drive, but three bodies under Damant, Rimington, and Wilson were at
once despatched to clear away the enemy.
The weather was so atrocious that the veldt resembled an inland sea, with
the kopjes as islands rising out of it. By this stage of the war the troops
were hardened to all weathers, and they pushed swiftly on to the scene of
action. As they approached the spot where the Boers had been reported, the
line had been extended over many miles, with the result that it had become
very attenuated and dangerously weak in the centre. At this point Colonel
Damant and his small staff were alone with the two guns and the maxim, save
for a handful of Imperial Yeomanry (91st), who acted as escort to the guns.
Across the face of this small force there rode a body of men in khaki
uniforms, keeping British formation, and actually firing bogus volleys from
time to time in the direction of some distant Boers. Damant and his staff
seem to have taken it for granted that these were Rimington's men, and the
clever ruse succeeded to perfection. Nearer and nearer came the strangers,
and suddenly throwing off all disguise, they made a dash for the guns. Four
rounds of case failed to stop them, and in a few minutes they were over the
kopje on which the guns stood and had ridden among the gunners, supported in
their attack by a flank fire from a number of dismounted riflemen.
The instant that the danger was realised Damant, his staff, and the forty
Yeomen who formed the escort dashed for the crest in the hope of
anticipating the Boers. So rapid was the charge of the others that they had
overwhelmed the gunners before the supports could reach the hill, and the
latter found themselves under the deadly fire of the Boer rifles from above.
Damant was hit in four places, all of his staff were wounded, and hardly a
man of the small body of Yeomanry was left standing. Nothing could exceed
their gallantry. Gaussen their captain fell at their head. On the ridge the
men about the guns were nearly all killed or wounded. Of the gun detachment
only two men remained, both of them hit, and Jeffcoat their dyLng captain
bequeathed them fifty pounds each in a will drawn upon the spot. In half an
hour the centre of the British line had been absolutely annihilated. Modern
warfare is on the whole much less bloody than of old, but when one party has
gained the tactical mastery it is a choice between speedy surrender and
total destruction.
The wide-spread British wings had begun to understand that there was
something amiss, and to ride in towards the centre. An officer on the far
right peering through his glasses saw those tell-tale puffs at the very
muzzles of the British guns, which showed that they were firing case at
close quarters. He turned his squadron inwards and soon gathered up Scott's
squadron of Damant's Horse, and both rode for the kopje. Rimington's men
were appearing on the other side, and the Boers rode off. They were unable
to remove the guns which they had taken, because all the horses had
perished. 'I actually thought,' says one officer who saw them ride away,
'that I had made a mistake and been fighting our own men. They were dressed
in our uniforms and some of them wore the tiger-skin, the badge of Damant's
Horse, round their hats.' The same officer gives an account of the scene on
the gun-kopje. 'The result when we got to the guns was this, gunners all
killed except two (both wounded), pom-pom officers and men all killed, maxim
all killed, 91st (the gun escort) one officer and one man not hit, all the
rest killed or wounded; staff, every officer hit.' That is what it means to
those who are caught in the vortex of the cyclone. The total loss was about
seventy-five.
In this action the Boers, who were under the command of Wessels, delivered
their attack with a cleverness and dash which deserved success. Their
stratagem, however, depending as it did upon the use of British uniforms and
methods, was illegitimate by all the laws of war, and one can but marvel at
the long-suffering patience of officers and men who endured such things
without any attempt at retaliation. There is too much reason to believe
also, that considerable brutality was shown by those Boers who carried the
kopje, and the very high proportion of killed to wounded among the British
who lay there corroborates the statement of the survivors that several were
shot at close quarters after all resistance had ceased.
This rough encounter of Tafelkop was followed only four days later by a very
much more serious one at Tweefontein, which proved that even after two years
of experience we had not yet sufficiently understood the courage and the
cunning of our antagonist. The blockhouse line was being gradually extended
from Harrismith to Bethlehem, so as to hold down this turbulent portion of
the country. The Harrismith section had been pushed as far as Tweefontein,
which is nine miles west of Elands River Bridge, and here a small force was
stationed to cover the workers. This column consisted of four squadrons of
the 4th Imperial Yeomanry, one gun of the 79th battery, and one pom-pom, the
whole under the temporary command of Major Williams of the South Staffords,
Colonel Firmin being absent.
Knowing that De Wet and his men were in the neighbourhood, the camp of the
Yeomen had been pitched in a position which seemed to secure it against
attack. A solitary kopje presented a long slope to the north, while the
southern end was precipitous. The outposts were pushed well out upon the
plain, and a line of sentries was placed along the crest. The only
precaution which seems to have been neglected was to have other outposts at
the base of the southern declivity. It appears to have been taken for
granted, however, that no attack was to be apprehended from that side, and
that in any case it would be impossible to evade the vigilance of the
sentries upon the top.
Of all the daring and skilful attacks delivered by the Boers during the war
there is certainly none more remarkable than this one. At two o'clock in the
morning of a moonlight night De Wet's forlorn hope assembled at the base of
the hill and clambered up to the summit. The fact that it was Christmas Eve
may conceivably have had something to do with the want of vigilance upon the
part of the sentries. In a season of good will and conviviality the rigour
of military discipline may insensibly relax. Little did the sleeping Yeomen
in the tents, or the drowsy outposts upon the crest, think of the terrible
Christmas visitors who were creeping on to them, or of the grim morning gift
which Santa Claus was bearing.
The Boers, stealing up in their stockinged feet, poured under the crest
until they were numerous enough to make a rush. It is almost inconceivable
how they could have got so far without their presence being suspected by the
sentries - but so it was. At last, feeling strong enough to advance, they
sprang over the crest and fired into the pickets, and past them into the
sleeping camp. The top of the hill being once gained, there was nothing to
prevent their comrades from swarming up, and in a very few minutes nearly a
thousand Boers were in a position to command the camp. The British were not
only completely outnumbered, but were hurried from their sleep into the
fight without any clear idea as to the danger or how to meet it, while the
hissing sleet of bullets struck many of them down as they rushed out of
their tents. Considering how terrible the ordeal was to which they were
exposed, these untried Yeomen seem to have behaved very well. 'Some brave
gentlemen ran away at the first shot, but I am thankful to say they were not
many,' says one of their number. The most veteran troops would have been
tried very high had they been placed in such a position. 'The noise and the
clamour,' says one spectator, 'were awful. The yells of the Dutch, the
screams and shrieks of dying men and horses, the cries of natives, howls of
dogs, the firing, the galloping of horses, the whistling of bullets, and the
whirr volleys make in the air, made up such a compound of awful and
diabolical sounds as I never heard before nor hope to hear again. In the
confusion some of the men killed each other and some killed themselves. Two
Boers who put on helmets were killed by their own people. The men were given
no time to rally or to collect their thoughts, for the gallant Boers barged
right into them, shooting them down, and occasionally being shot down, at a
range of a few yards. Harwich and Watney, who had charge of the maxim, died
nobly with all the men of their gun section round them. Reed, the
sergeant-major, rushed at the enemy with his clubbed rifle, but was riddled
with bullets. Major Williams, the commander, was shot through the stomach as
he rallied his men. The gunners had time to fire two rounds before they were
overpowered and shot down to a man. For half an hour the resistance was
maintained, but at the end of that time the Boers had the whole camp in
their possession, and were already hastening to get their prisoners away
before the morning should bring a rescue.
The casualties are in themselves enough to show how creditable was the
resistance of the Yeomanry. Out of a force of under four hundred men they
bad six officers and fifty-one men killed, eight officers and eighty men
wounded. There have been very few surrenders during the war in which there
has been such evidence as this of a determined stand. Nor was it a bloodless
victory upon the part of the Boers, for there was evidence that their
losses, though less than those of the British, were still severe.
The prisoners, over two hundred in number, were hurried away by the Boers,
who seemed under the immediate eye of De Wet to have behaved with exemplary
humanity to the wounded. The captives were taken by forced marches to the
Basuto border, where they were turned adrift, half clad and without food. By
devious ways and after many adventures, they all made their way back again
to the British lines. It was well for De Wet that he had shown such
promptness in getting away, for within three hours of the end of the action
the two regiments of Imperial Horse appeared upon the scene, having
travelled seventeen miles in the time. Already, however, the rearguard of
the Boers was disappearing into the fastness of the Langberg, where all
pursuit was vain.
Such was the short but vigorous campaign of De Wet in the last part of
December of the year 1901. It had been a brilliant one, but none the less his
bolt was shot, and Tweefontein was the last encounter in which British
troops should feel his heavy hand. His operations, bold as they had been,
had not delayed by a day the building of that iron cage which was gradually
enclosing him. Already it was nearly completed, and in a few more weeks he
was destined to find himself and his commando struggling against bars.
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