[Illustration:  The last pursuit of Kemp.  Flying column crossing the Orange River after him]

[Illustration:  Troops returning to Pretoria after Nooitgedacht.  December 16, 1914]

SECTION IV

FOURIE

Just before and during the Commander-in-Chief’s long trek, other bodies of loyalist troops had been engaging the rebels.  The most notable of these actions were against Muller at Bronkhorst Spruit (5th November, 1914; casualties, one killed and three wounded), and against Fourie at Hamanskraal (22nd November, 1914; casualties, three killed and ten wounded).  Both these actions took place in the neighbourhood of Pretoria.  As a result of them and the death of Beyers in the Vaal River, the Rebellion in the Transvaal was virtually smashed.  There remained only Fourie to be dealt with.

Fourie, late Major in the South African Defence Force, possibly the most fanatical of all the rebels, appears to have been a man of character and proved courage.  Having got away at the action at Hamanskraal, he and his younger brother were moving about in the veld with ex-Major Pienaar and a moderate force.  Their fantastic purpose was said to be the taking of Pretoria itself on Dingaan’s Day, the 16th of December.  As all the South African world knows, this date marks the anniversary of the famous fight of the Voortrekkers at Blood River in 1838.  The day before a force of South African Police, Defence Force, and South African Mounted Riflemen left Pretoria, detrained at Greyling’s Post, on the Pietersburg Line, and started in pursuit of the last big rebel commando at large.  In this move we of the Bodyguard found ourselves acting; General Botha, who had returned to Pretoria after his severe field work, had gone to his farm for a few days’ rest before the South-West campaign.

[Illustration:  Diagram of Nooitgedacht]

We trekked at dawn and during the whole of the following day, with one rain-sodden halt, till four in the afternoon.  The rebels had doubled in their tracks after reaching a large dam at Blaaubank.  Late in the afternoon our scouts returned to the column and reported having located the enemy three miles ahead, entrenched in a donga, or dried-up stony river course, on the farm Nooitgedacht No. 4.  We prepared for action, and encountered the rebels in the next half hour.  This, the first true action I had been in, was an extremely dirty affair; a man who had gone through some of the worst fights in the South African War afterwards assured me it was the hottest corner he had ever been in.  Bush-country fighting is detestable chiefly because you cannot see your enemy until you are on top of him.  Our centre cantered in extended order up an avenue flanked by dense bush.  We were laughing and asking where the deuce the rebels were, when a hail of rifle fire at short range greeted us.  Our fellows were out of their saddles in a second,