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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Great Boer War"

As a matter of fact I have
been assured by a Boer who was present that it was the sound of the
tins attached to the alarm wires which disturbed them. However this
may be, in an instant there crashed out of the darkness into their
faces and ears a roar of point-blank fire, and the night was
slashed across with the throbbing flame of the rifles. At the
moment before this outflame some doubt as to their whereabouts
seems to have flashed across the mind of their leaders. The order
to extend had just been given, but the men had not had time to act
upon it. The storm of lead burst upon the head and right flank of
the column, which broke to pieces under the murderous volley.
Wauchope was shot, struggled up, and fell once more for ever.
Rumour has placed words of reproach upon his dying lips, but his
nature, both gentle and soldierly, forbids the supposition. 'What a
pity!' was the only utterance which a brother Highlander ascribes
to him. Men went down in swathes, and a howl of rage and agony,
heard afar over the veld, swelled up from the frantic and
struggling crowd.


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