Chapter Chapter 13 · THE ATTACK

. THE ATTACK

Slowly, and without the slightest appearance of haste or excitement,

the three columns crept on. When within about five hundred yards of us,

the main or centre column halted at the root of a tongue of open plain

which ran up into the hill, to give time to the other divisions to

circumvent our position, which was shaped more or less in the form of a

horse-shoe, with its two points facing towards the town of Loo. The

object of this manoeuvre was that the threefold assault should be

delivered simultaneously.

“Oh, for a gatling!” groaned Good, as he contemplated the serried

phalanxes beneath us. “I would clear that plain in twenty minutes.”

“We have not got one, so it is no use yearning for it; but suppose you

try a shot, Quatermain,” said Sir Henry. “See how near you can go to

that tall fellow who appears to be in command. Two to one you miss him,

and an even sovereign, to be honestly paid if ever we get out of this,

that you don’t drop the bullet within five yards.”

This piqued me, so, loading the express with solid ball, I waited till

my friend walked some ten yards out from his force, in order to get a

better view of our position, accompanied only by an orderly; then,

lying down and resting the express on a rock, I covered him. The rifle,

like all expresses, was only sighted to three hundred and fifty yards,

so to allow for the drop in trajectory I took him half-way down the

neck, which ought, I calculated, to find him in the chest. He stood

quite still and gave me every opportunity, but whether it was the

excitement or the wind, or the fact of the man being a long shot, I

don’t know, but this was what happened. Getting dead on, as I thought,

a fine sight, I pressed, and when the puff of smoke had cleared away,

to my disgust, I saw my man standing there unharmed, whilst his

orderly, who was at least three paces to the left, was stretched upon

the ground apparently dead. Turning swiftly, the officer I had aimed at

began to run towards his men in evident alarm.

“Bravo, Quatermain!” sang out Good; “you’ve frightened him.”

This made me very angry, for, if possible to avoid it, I hate to miss

in public. When a man is master of only one art he likes to keep up his

reputation in that art. Moved quite out of myself at my failure, I did

a rash thing. Rapidly covering the general as he ran, I let drive with

the second barrel. Instantly the poor man threw up his arms, and fell

forward on to his face. This time I had made no mistake; and—I say it

as a proof of how little we think of others when our own safety, pride,

or reputation is in question—I was brute enough to feel delighted at

the sight.

The regiments who had seen the feat cheered wildly at this exhibition

of the white man’s magic, which they took as an omen of success, while

the force the general had belonged to—which, indeed, as we ascertained

afterwards, he had commanded—fell back in confusion. Sir Henry and Good

now took up their rifles and began to fire, the latter industriously

“browning” the dense mass before him with another Winchester repeater,

and I also had another shot or two, with the result, so far as we could

judge, that we put some six or eight men _hors de combat_ before they

were out of range.

Just as we stopped firing there came an ominous roar from our far

right, then a similar roar rose on our left. The two other divisions

were engaging us.

At the sound, the mass of men before us opened out a little, and

advanced towards the hill and up the spit of bare grass land at a slow

trot, singing a deep-throated song as they ran. We kept up a steady

fire from our rifles as they came, Ignosi joining in occasionally, and

accounted for several men, but of course we produced no more effect

upon that mighty rush of armed humanity than he who throws pebbles does

on the breaking wave.

On they came, with a shout and the clashing of spears; now they were

driving in the pickets we had placed among the rocks at the foot of the

hill. After that the advance was a little slower, for though as yet we

had offered no serious opposition, the attacking forces must climb up

hill, and they came slowly to save their breath. Our first line of

defence was about half-way down the side of the slope, our second fifty

yards further back, while our third occupied the edge of the plateau.

On they stormed, shouting their war-cry, “_Twala! Twala! Chiele!

Chiele!_” (Twala! Twala! Smite! Smite!) “_Ignosi! Ignosi! Chiele!

Chiele!_” answered our people. They were quite close now, and the

_tollas_, or throwing-knives, began to flash backwards and forwards,

and now with an awful yell the battle closed in.

To and fro swayed the mass of struggling warriors, men falling fast as

leaves in an autumn wind; but before long the superior weight of the

attacking force began to tell, and our first line of defence was slowly

pressed back till it merged into the second. Here the struggle was very

fierce, but again our people were driven back and up, till at length,

within twenty minutes of the commencement of the fight, our third line

came into action.

But by this time the assailants were much exhausted, and besides had

lost many men killed and wounded, and to break through that third

impenetrable hedge of spears proved beyond their powers. For a while

the seething lines of savages swung backwards and forwards, in the

fierce ebb and flow of battle, and the issue was doubtful. Sir Henry

watched the desperate struggle with a kindling eye, and then without a

word he rushed off, followed by Good, and flung himself into the

hottest of the fray. As for myself, I stopped where I was.

The soldiers caught sight of his tall form as he plunged into battle,

and there rose a cry of—

“_Nanzia Incubu! Nanzia Unkungunklovo!_” (Here is the Elephant!)

“_Chiele! Chiele!_”

From that moment the end was no longer in doubt. Inch by inch, fighting

with splendid gallantry, the attacking force was pressed back down the

hillside, till at last it retreated upon its reserves in something like

confusion. At that instant, too, a messenger arrived to say that the

left attack had been repulsed; and I was just beginning to congratulate

myself, believing that the affair was over for the present, when, to

our horror, we perceived our men who had been engaged in the right

defence being driven towards us across the plain, followed by swarms of

the enemy, who had evidently succeeded at this point.

Ignosi, who was standing by me, took in the situation at a glance, and

issued a rapid order. Instantly the reserve regiment around us, the

Greys, extended itself.

Again Ignosi gave a word of command, which was taken up and repeated by

the captains, and in another second, to my intense disgust, I found

myself involved in a furious onslaught upon the advancing foe. Getting

as much as I could behind Ignosi’s huge frame, I made the best of a bad

job, and toddled along to be killed as though I liked it. In a minute

or two—we were plunging through the flying groups of our men, who at

once began to re-form behind us, and then I am sure I do not know what

happened. All I can remember is a dreadful rolling noise of the meeting

of shields, and the sudden apparition of a huge ruffian, whose eyes

seemed literally to be starting out of his head, making straight at me

with a bloody spear. But—I say it with pride—I rose—or rather sank—to

the occasion. It was one before which most people would have collapsed

once and for all. Seeing that if I stood where I was I must be killed,

as the horrid apparition came I flung myself down in front of him so

cleverly that, being unable to stop himself, he took a header right

over my prostrate form. Before he could rise again, _I_ had risen and

settled the matter from behind with my revolver.

Shortly after this somebody knocked me down, and I remember no more of

that charge.

When I came to I found myself back at the koppie, with Good bending

over me holding some water in a gourd.

“How do you feel, old fellow?” he asked anxiously.

I got up and shook myself before replying.

“Pretty well, thank you,” I answered.

“Thank Heaven! When I saw them carry you in, I felt quite sick; I

thought you were done for.”

“Not this time, my boy. I fancy I only got a rap on the head, which

knocked me stupid. How has it ended?”

“They are repulsed at every point for a while. The loss is dreadfully

heavy; we have quite two thousand killed and wounded, and they must

have lost three. Look, there’s a sight!” and he pointed to long lines

of men advancing by fours.

In the centre of every group of four, and being borne by it, was a kind

of hide tray, of which a Kukuana force always carries a quantity, with

a loop for a handle at each corner. On these trays—and their number

seemed endless—lay wounded men, who as they arrived were hastily

examined by the medicine men, of whom ten were attached to a regiment.

If the wound was not of a fatal character the sufferer was taken away

and attended to as carefully as circumstances would allow. But if, on

the other hand, the injured man’s condition proved hopeless, what

followed was very dreadful, though doubtless it may have been the

truest mercy. One of the doctors, under pretence of carrying out an

examination, swiftly opened an artery with a sharp knife, and in a

minute or two the sufferer expired painlessly. There were many cases

that day in which this was done. In fact, it was done in the majority

of cases when the wound was in the body, for the gash made by the entry

of the enormously broad spears used by the Kukuanas generally rendered

recovery impossible. In most instances the poor sufferers were already

unconscious, and in others the fatal “nick” of the artery was inflicted

so swiftly and painlessly that they did not seem to notice it. Still it

was a ghastly sight, and one from which we were glad to escape; indeed,

I never remember anything of the kind that affected me more than seeing

those gallant soldiers thus put out of pain by the red-handed medicine

men, except, indeed, on one occasion when, after an attack, I saw a

force of Swazis burying their hopelessly wounded _alive_.

Hurrying from this dreadful scene to the further side of the koppie, we

found Sir Henry, who still held a battle-axe in his hand, Ignosi,

Infadoos, and one or two of the chiefs in deep consultation.

“Thank Heaven, here you are, Quatermain! I can’t quite make out what

Ignosi wants to do. It seems that though we have beaten off the attack,

Twala is now receiving large reinforcements, and is showing a

disposition to invest us, with the view of starving us out.”

“That’s awkward.”

“Yes; especially as Infadoos says that the water supply has given out.”

“My lord, that is so,” said Infadoos; “the spring cannot supply the

wants of so great a multitude, and it is failing rapidly. Before night

we shall all be thirsty. Listen, Macumazahn. Thou art wise, and hast

doubtless seen many wars in the lands from whence thou camest—that is

if indeed they make wars in the Stars. Now tell us, what shall we do?

Twala has brought up many fresh men to take the place of those who have

fallen. Yet Twala has learnt his lesson; the hawk did not think to find

the heron ready; but our beak has pierced his breast; he fears to

strike at us again. We too are wounded, and he will wait for us to die;

he will wind himself round us like a snake round a buck, and fight the

fight of ‘sit down.’”

“I hear thee,” I said.

“So, Macumazahn, thou seest we have no water here, and but a little

food, and we must choose between these three things—to languish like a

starving lion in his den, or to strive to break away towards the north,

or”—and here he rose and pointed towards the dense mass of our foes—“to

launch ourselves straight at Twala’s throat. Incubu, the great

warrior—for to-day he fought like a buffalo in a net, and Twala’s

soldiers went down before his axe like young corn before the hail; with

these eyes I saw it—Incubu says ‘Charge’; but the Elephant is ever

prone to charge. Now what says Macumazahn, the wily old fox, who has

seen much, and loves to bite his enemy from behind? The last word is in

Ignosi the king, for it is a king’s right to speak of war; but let us

hear thy voice, O Macumazahn, who watchest by night, and the voice too

of him of the transparent eye.”

“What sayest thou, Ignosi,” I asked.

“Nay, my father,” answered our quondam servant, who now, clad as he was

in the full panoply of savage war, looked every inch a warrior king,

“do thou speak, and let me, who am but a child in wisdom beside thee,

hearken to thy words.”

Thus adjured, after taking hasty counsel with Good and Sir Henry, I

delivered my opinion briefly to the effect that, being trapped, our

best chance, especially in view of the failure of our water supply, was

to initiate an attack upon Twala’s forces. Then I recommended that the

attack should be delivered at once, “before our wounds grew stiff,” and

also before the sight of Twala’s overpowering force caused the hearts

of our soldiers “to wax small like fat before a fire.” Otherwise, I

pointed out, some of the captains might change their minds, and, making

peace with Twala, desert to him, or even betray us into his hands.

This expression of opinion seemed, on the whole, to be favourably

received; indeed, among the Kukuanas my utterances met with a respect

which has never been accorded to them before or since. But the real

decision as to our plans lay with Ignosi, who, since he had been

recognised as rightful king, could exercise the almost unbounded rights

of sovereignty, including, of course, the final decision on matters of

generalship, and it was to him that all eyes were now turned.

At length, after a pause, during which he appeared to be thinking

deeply, he spoke.

“Incubu, Macumazahn, and Bougwan, brave white men, and my friends;

Infadoos, my uncle, and chiefs; my heart is fixed. I will strike at

Twala this day, and set my fortunes on the blow, ay, and my life—my

life and your lives also. Listen; thus will I strike. Ye see how the

hill curves round like the half-moon, and how the plain runs like a

green tongue towards us within the curve?”

“We see,” I answered.

“Good; it is now mid-day, and the men eat and rest after the toil of

battle. When the sun has turned and travelled a little way towards the

darkness, let thy regiment, my uncle, advance with one other down to

the green tongue, and it shall be that when Twala sees it he will hurl

his force at it to crush it. But the spot is narrow, and the regiments

can come against thee one at a time only; so may they be destroyed one

by one, and the eyes of all Twala’s army shall be fixed upon a struggle

the like of which has not been seen by living man. And with thee, my

uncle, shall go Incubu my friend, that when Twala sees his battle-axe

flashing in the first rank of the Greys his heart may grow faint. And I

will come with the second regiment, that which follows thee, so that if

ye are destroyed, as it might happen, there may yet be a king left to

fight for; and with me shall come Macumazahn the wise.”

“It is well, O king,” said Infadoos, apparently contemplating the

certainty of the complete annihilation of his regiment with perfect

calmness. Truly, these Kukuanas are a wonderful people. Death has no

terrors for them when it is incurred in the course of duty.

“And whilst the eyes of the multitude of Twala’s soldiers are thus

fixed upon the fight,” went on Ignosi, “behold, one-third of the men

who are left alive to us (i.e. about 6,000) shall creep along the right

horn of the hill and fall upon the left flank of Twala’s force, and

one-third shall creep along the left horn and fall upon Twala’s right

flank. And when I see that the horns are ready to toss Twala, then will

I, with the men who remain to me, charge home in Twala’s face, and if

fortune goes with us the day will be ours, and before Night drives her

black oxen from the mountains to the mountains we shall sit in peace at

Loo. And now let us eat and make ready; and, Infadoos, do thou prepare,

that the plan be carried out without fail; and stay, let my white

father Bougwan go with the right horn, that his shining eye may give

courage to the captains.”

The arrangements for attack thus briefly indicated were set in motion

with a rapidity that spoke well for the perfection of the Kukuana

military system. Within little more than an hour rations had been

served out and devoured, the divisions were formed, the scheme of

onslaught was explained to the leaders, and the whole force, numbering

about 18,000 men, was ready to move, with the exception of a guard left

in charge of the wounded.

Presently Good came up to Sir Henry and myself.

“Good-bye, you fellows,” he said; “I am off with the right wing

according to orders; and so I have come to shake hands, in case we

should not meet again, you know,” he added significantly.

We shook hands in silence, and not without the exhibition of as much

emotion as Anglo-Saxons are wont to show.

“It is a queer business,” said Sir Henry, his deep voice shaking a

little, “and I confess I never expect to see to-morrow’s sun. So far as

I can make out, the Greys, with whom I am to go, are to fight until

they are wiped out in order to enable the wings to slip round unawares

and outflank Twala. Well, so be it; at any rate, it will be a man’s

death. Good-bye, old fellow. God bless you! I hope you will pull

through and live to collar the diamonds; but if you do, take my advice

and don’t have anything more to do with Pretenders!”

In another second Good had wrung us both by the hand and gone; and then

Infadoos came up and led off Sir Henry to his place in the forefront of

the Greys, whilst, with many misgivings, I departed with Ignosi to my

station in the second attacking regiment.