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.
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