Between The Two Intervened A Central Hill, As Yet
Untouched.
Could we carry this the whole position would be ours.
Now for the final effort!
Turn every gun upon it, the guns of Monte
Christo, the guns of Hlangwane! Turn every rifle upon it - the
rifles of Barton's men, the rifles of Hart's men, the carbines of
the distant cavalry! Scalp its crown with the machine-gun fire! And
now up with you, Lancashire men, Norcott's men! The summit or a
glorious death, for beyond that hill your suffering comrades are
awaiting you! Put every bullet and every man and all of fire and
spirit that you are worth into this last hour; for if you fail now
you have failed for ever, and if you win, then when your hairs are
white your blood will still run warm when you think of that
morning's work. The long drama had drawn to an end, and one short
day's work is to show what that end was to be.
But there was never a doubt of it. Hardly for one instant did the
advance waver at any point of its extended line. It was the supreme
instant of the Natal campaign, as, wave after wave, the long lines
of infantry went shimmering up the hill. On the left the
Lancasters, the Lancashire Fusiliers, the South Lancashires, the
York and Lancasters, with a burr of north country oaths, went
racing for the summit. Spion Kop and a thousand comrades were
calling for vengeance. 'Remember, men, the eyes of Lancashire are
watching you,' cried the gallant MacCarthy O'Leary. The old 40th
swept on, but his dead body marked the way which they had taken. On
the right the East Surrey, the, Cameronians, the 3rd Rifles, the
1st Rifle Brigade, the Durhams, and the gallant Irishmen, so sorely
stricken and yet so eager, were all pressing upwards and onwards.
The Boer fire lulls, it ceases - they are running! Wild hat-waving
men upon the Hlangwane uplands see the silhouette of the active
figures of the stormers along the sky-line and know that the
position is theirs. Exultant soldiers dance and cheer upon the
ridge. The sun is setting in glory over the great Drakensberg
mountains, and so also that night set for ever the hopes of the
Boer invaders of Natal. Out of doubt and chaos, blood and labour,
had come at last the judgment that the lower should not swallow the
higher, that the world is for the man of the twentieth and not of
the seventeenth century. After a fortnight of fighting the weary
troops threw themselves down that night with the assurance that at
last the door was ajar and the light breaking through. One more
effort and it would be open before them.
Behind the line of hills which had been taken there extended a
great plain as far as Bulwana - that evil neighbour who had wrought
such harm upon Ladysmith. More than half of the Pieters position
had fallen into Buller's hands on the 27th, and the remainder had
become untenable.
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