That afternoon we joined a small commando lying near the railway between Potchefstroom and Frederikstad. It numbered barely a hundred men, but they had with them a bomb-Maxim and a Krupp. At midnight we got orders to march for the hills near Frederikstad, where we arrived at dawn. Here we were reinforced by a score of burghers, and we continued our way, keeping in a parallel with the railway, but behind some intervening hills. Presently a scout came in and reported the enemy in sight.
"Forward!" ordered the commandant, and forward we raced along through the veld, keeping a look-out for holes. One youngster"s horse went down, the rider turning a beautiful somersault. Shouts of laughter greeted his exploit, but he quickly remounted, and was one of the first to reach the hill for which we were making, and which dominated the railway. Keeping the Nordenfeldt in reserve, we opened fire with Krupp and small-arms on the advance guard of the enemy.
We did not know at the time that we were tackling Lord Methuen and five thousand men, but such was the case. Of course we made a very poor show; what can you expect? But anyhow, we engaged them for about two hours.
Then their cavalry came on with a rush, and we were compelled to give way. It was only with the greatest difficulty that we saved the guns, and we only succeeded in doing so, I presume, because the enemy were not aware of our real numbers. Our waggons fled to one side of the line whilst we remained on the other, with absolutely nothing to eat. By buying a few eggs and other small produce from the natives we managed to subsist until the third day, when we crossed the railway, marched all night, and rejoined our waggons at dawn. To slaughter sheep and cook porridge did not take long; hearty is the only word to describe the meal we made. Then we moved round and joined Liebenberg, who, with six hundred men, had just retaken Klerksdorp without firing a shot. But then, the place was garrisoned by only forty English, and resistance would have been of no avail.
We hung about the neighbourhood of Potchefstroom for about two weeks, anxiously waiting for the word to be given to attack the town, but Liebenberg confined his tactics to making an appearance in sight of the town and retreating as soon as the enemy came out to give battle. This kept the enemy on the _qui vive_, it is true, but it also tired out our horses, and we soon grew weary of it. We had several lively little skirmishes, however. One day about forty of us were detached to go and bombard a British gun which stood on the other side of the town, whilst the rest of our commando approached the town on this side. We were sitting down quite comfortably under a tree below our gun, eating bread and dripping, listening to the duel and smiling at the high aim of the British gunners, when the look-out shouted--"Here"s the enemy behind us!"
The gun was rapidly limbered up and we rode to the top of the hill.
Across the valley about a hundred hors.e.m.e.n were stealthily stealing up Vaal Kop, evidently with the intention of taking us in the rear. We halted and gave them a couple of sh.e.l.ls, to which they very promptly replied.
"Commandant," said one of my comrades, "let"s charge them. They"re not too many for us."
"No," was the reply; "it"s best to be prudent."
"Well, I"m going to have a smack at them, anyway! Coming along?" he shouted to me, and without waiting for a reply, started down the valley.
I followed him, and we cut across over the loose stones at a breakneck pace, not making straight for the enemy, but for a rocky ridge whence our fire could reach them. As we climbed the ridge we were joined by two others. When we got to the top we saw about forty hors.e.m.e.n in the valley beyond.
"Fifteen hundred yards!" shouted Frank, and we let them have it. Round and round they turned in a confused circle, like a flock of worried sheep. Then they rode away to the right, straight into a mora.s.s, back again, and finally retreated in amongst the bushes on the slope of the hill, whence they favoured us with a few well-aimed shots in reply. The whole thing had lasted barely five minutes, but we had each emptied about fifty cartridges, so we felt quite happy. As we left the shelter of the hill and rode back across the valley, their companions on top of the hill turned a Maxim on us, but the bullets all went high, singing overhead like a flight of canaries. Going up on the other side, I took a piece of bread out of my pocket, and was just trying to persuade myself to offer our two companions some, when crack! crack! came a couple of Nordenfeldt sh.e.l.ls right behind us. It didn"t take us long to get over the hill, the vicious little one-pounders crackling and fizzling round us all the while.
On the other side a comical sight met our eyes. The whole veld was full of scattered Boers retiring in all directions, with a sh.e.l.l bursting in between them every now and then, luckily without any effect. A few hundred yards away stood the cart of our clergyman, who was frantically trying to unharness his mules and inspan horses in their place. He was so nervous that his fingers refused to undo the straps, so we dismounted and effected the exchange for him. As soon as the last strap was buckled he lashed up and drove away, too excited even to say thank you.
We were so accustomed to retreating by this time that it seemed extraordinary to see a man lose his head so easily. The British sh.e.l.ls pursued us till we were out of sight, but the only casualty was when a sh.e.l.l pa.s.sed so close to Van der Merwe, the mining commissioner of Johannesburg, that the concussion knocked him off his horse.
That evening Jonas came into camp. Jonas is quite a character in his way. When the British entered Potchefstroom he, with four followers, took up a position on a kopje about six miles out of town, and a thousand yards from the Johannesburg road. Whenever a convoy or a body of British came along Jonas and his merry band would open a furious fusillade, causing the unhappy enemy no end of inconvenience. It is a fact that he carried on this game for months, unhindered.
After his day"s work Jonas would lay aside rifle and bandolier, don his overcoat, and stroll into town to see his family.
He was challenged by a sentry on one occasion, but Jonas reproved him so severely and bluffed him so completely, that the poor fellow broke into an abject apology, whereupon Jonas very condescendingly promised to say no more about the matter.
WE ENTER POTCHEFSTROOM
"On Sunday we shall hold service in Potchefstroom," announced the commandant. Ah! Something definite at last! The men"s hearts grow light as they polish their rifles, for are not they going to behold their dear ones soon? No one thinks of doubting the commandant"s word; he is our leader, what he says must be true. How we shall get in none know, but get in we shall, all are sure of that. One morning my two comrades are sent to spy the town. My horse"s unshod hoofs are tender as my lady"s hands; I have searched the plains for a dead horse wearing shoes. Of all the carca.s.ses I find the hoofs are gone, cut off by sharper comrades. I must remain behind. At night the order is given, "March!" Cheerfully the column trots out of camp; we who have no horses follow it with wistful eyes. There are girls in the town too, ah! such girls! Complexions a dream of purity, mystic, melting eyes, and hair a silken web to weave sweet fancies through.
At midnight my two friends return. What, the others gone already? And you still here! No, mount, saddle, hurry, sick or well, go we must, and come must you! And perhaps, after all, if we ride steadily, who knows?
If my horse fails, why, we will loot another on the road.
We do not take the _spoor_, we slip across the veld; my mount treads gingerly, but what odds? After to-day he shall rest for a week!
We near the town. Everything is deathly quiet. Where is our commando?
Cautiously we enter the streets, riding far apart, rifles ready. Halt!
here comes a horseman. Don"t fire, he is unarmed. Why, "tis but a boy!
Where"s the enemy? Where"s the foe, quick? What! Deserted the town? We look around and see a long string of Boers come speeding along about a mile behind. Hurrah, we are first in! We race into the market square, crowds of people, and halt at the Government Buildings. Up with the _Vierkleur!_ Ah, the proud exultation of seeing our own flag once more float over the ancient capital! Women press around, young and old, beautiful alike in pure emotion of patriotic joy, eager to greet their war-worn men.
My sons, do they live? G.o.d be praised, they are here. The father fell at Belmont, but He has spared the sons!
And mine, I say, and mine; three they are, boys yet--what, no more? All I have--all I had gone for ever! Oh, Lord, uphold us! Welcome home, my boy. Your brother, is he well? Speak! Ah me! I loved him best; it is my punishment At last! my love, my husband! Happy day! Hush ... a hymn peals forth and wafts our thoughts to One above, a harmony of mingled joy and sadness. The last solemn notes die away, and we separate--joyous couples to make mirth together, sad widows to weep alone.
How strange to sit at a table once more, to hear again the melody of girlish voices! "Sweet are looks that ladies bend on whom their favours fall." Let us bask in the warmth of your smiles to-night; to-morrow the cheerless veld again!
Tales to boil the blood are told, barbarous brutality. Our commandant"s daughter dragged before the provost-marshal. The gun found buried in your yard; your father"s work? No, my own. You lie! Out you go--property confiscated, furniture sold; go seek the commandoes and ask them for shelter!
A widow, husband killed. Clear out, furniture confiscated! Why? Your sons are fighting; you are a rebel! I"ll teach you to remember Major C------.
But in a skirmish Major C------ is killed; joy of the widowed and fatherless. Homage to our n.o.ble women, patient under persecution, steadfast in adversity, cheerfully sending forth their nearest and dearest to battle to the end!
On the morrow a sharp alarm note is sounded. An officer gallops from house to house. Quick! saddle and ride; meet at Frederikstad! Myself and a comrade are quickly speeding thither, our brief Valhalla over. On the road we overtake and pa.s.s parties of twos and threes, all on the same errand. At last we approach the rendezvous. Up the hill rides a dense body of cavalry; down near the station hors.e.m.e.n dash in and out, to and fro, like busy ants. On the hill a few footmen leisurely stroll about, rifle in hand. What means all this commotion? We pa.s.s a Kafir hut.
"Are those Boers or English, outa?"
"Boers, baas."
"Sure?"
"Yes, baas, it"s our own people."
"Yes, look, that"s the commandant ahead on his roan. Come along!" We near the hors.e.m.e.n. The last man dismounts as we approach; his companions are disappearing over the rise; he shifts his saddle forward, staring at us intently. A tall, well-built fellow, red hair, chin scrubby, dust-covered features. A bayonet at his side--by heavens! an Englishman!
"Frank, it"s a khaki," I whisper, "keep straight on."
The soldier looks me in the face as we slowly pa.s.s him. I feel my cheeks burn and turn my head away. His gun stands in the bucket; we can shoot him, but then, the others? We wear top-boots and riding-breeches, hats pinned up at the side; he is in doubt--perhaps we are scouts just come in. He mounts his horse and rides after his comrades.
Now turn and away, over boulders and bushes for dear life! Suddenly a dozen scouts file down the hill, two hundred yards off. I wave my hat and beckon them to follow. They halt, perplexed. Then a few bullets whistle by, and we see the scouts come dashing after us. But the bushes are high and the boulders loose; we are down the hill now, over the flats and away! Down to the river--the bridge is destroyed! Never mind, through we go, and then turn round to smile at our pursuers.
DE WET ONCE MORE
The reason for all this hurry-scurry became plain when we learnt that De Wet, tired of playing at hide-and-seek with the enemy on the other side of the Vaal, had crossed over and pa.s.sed by Potchefstroom the night before. It was into the pursuing force that we had ridden.
Reaching the laager, we found the majority of our comrades there. Of the fate of those who had delayed to leave the town we were ignorant. The laager inspanned and followed De Wet, who had just pa.s.sed here, and after a few hours" rapid trekking caught up to him. A halt was called for breakfast, but before the water boiled for coffee the enemy came in sight behind us. The cattle were rapidly driven together, oxen yoked and horses saddled, and in about three minutes" time we were on the move once more. De Wet"s force and our own combined comprised nearly three thousand men, with six hundred waggons and carts, forming a train that made a splendid target for the British gunners.
There was not much difficulty in keeping the enemy back, but still they hung on persistently, worrying us day after day, until our horses, and even the tougher mules, began to drop in the road, and our men to grow weary of the saddle.
The oxen bore up best of all; we now made the discovery that they could trot just as well as mules, and with less effort. But even they felt the strain.
As far as we went the road we left behind us was littered with abandoned animals. It was pitiful to see these dumb creatures try to drag themselves after us, as if they too feared the pursuing foe. But still the weary march went on, night and day, until a numbed indifference settled over us.
Sh.e.l.ls fell to the right and left unnoticed; was the apathy, not of despair, for our faith would never let us feel that, but of sheer and utter exhaustion.
Haggard men, sunk in slumber, beat a mechanical tattoo on their horses"
ribs as the gaunt animals dazedly staggered forward. And now came the stunning news that Prinsloo, Prinsloo with 4,000 men, had surrendered!